**Sorry it took me so long to update! I was very busy and I was sort of stuck where to go! Well, I just got this idea about an hour or two ago, so I started working on it, and the whole chapter unfolded in my head. Hope you like it, since this is my first time being in Nate's POV! R&R please!**

Nate

I stared at the oracle room where everyone had just left to find the others. Even Mlle Lucinda had left. I was left in the room, staring at every detail in this room. It was large and beautiful, a room I have never seen before. I heard footsteps outside the door, but I didn't bother to get up and go look. I almost knew that it was one of them.

Later, I decided I would get up and go for a walk outside. But, at the same time, I had to ask to leave because the others didn't want anything happening to me for now.

Well, since the others were too busy to even notice, I decided to leave without telling any of them. All of them were capable of finding me with no hardship, so why not just leave for an hour or two? I'll be fine, I thought.

I opened the large doors leading to the front porch and stairs of the Institute. It was cold tonight, but I pretended to not notice my breath, which I could easily see, and continue on my merry way. I was mortified to see how empty the streets of this side of town were. Normally, when Mortmain would take me on his horrid expeditions, it was crowded with people. I suppose I just never expected to see London this empty.

I glanced behind to make sure no one was watching, but my eyes led me to one of the windows near the top of the building. I found Tessa staring down at me, a glare that was both scared and dangerous. I continued to stare at her with a sad face, trying to show her that I was truly apologetic. She only continued to glare, so I turned back around to continue down London.

I walked down a narrow, wet street that was crowded with buildings, with both businesses and homes. Very few people snuck past me, but I always felt like someone's eyes were bearing into me. I shivered, trying to ignore it and telling myself I was only imagining this. I ended up in a forest near a bridge that I had seen a couple of times while crossing through London.

"Nathaniel," I heard a whisper moan.

I spun around but found no one near me. I found my eyes staring back into town, but that was too far away for me to hear. I heard it once again, but I realized it was a woman's voice. Nothing like Tessa's, not even the age of Charlotte's. It felt like…a mother's voice.

"Turn around," the woman said.

I found myself turn to face the bridge, where a woman was leaning against the top of the bridge. She had curly brown hair that went to her chest, the curls large and perfect. Her beautiful sapphire eyes made me think of Tessa. The woman was normal height for a woman her age, nearly halfway over five feet. She looked to be at least in hid mid-thirties. But, as I moved closer to her, I automatically knew who she was.

"Mother," I whispered.

As I ran closer to her, I noticed she was wearing the puffy black dress she was wearing the night she died. Her hair became a little more astray and her sapphire eyes were turning paler and paler. I remember seeing her in the casket, her curls flattened, face paler than it's ever been, and her beautiful black and gray dress torn in a few places. I remember pulling back my tears so I wouldn't scare Tessa.

I came to a sudden stop when I reached her, noticing the same features she had in that casket. Fear made me begin to retreat from her.

"Nathaniel," she started, her angelic voice turning raw. "What happened to you?"

"Mother, I know you of all people would never forgive me," I carefully stated my words.

"You, of all people, betrayed your own sister. You let your selfish attitude get the best of you. Now look where it took you. You are a creature that is evil and full of destruction," mother seemed even more stressed than before.

"Mother?" I asked, realizing how real she felt. "Are you alive?"

"Of course I'm alive. I'm visiting your time," she snapped.

A blank expression whipped across my face. "Excuse me?"

"Nathaniel, the date is August 4, 1874," mother answered.

Horror slapped me across the face. That was the date mother was found dead. It was late night when she left us with our maids, later being found dead in the river.

"How are you here?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"I don't know, Nathaniel," my mother shook her pretty curls. "I came to the bridge and I knew you were here. But, I knew it wasn't exactly you. It was the you that I would never come to know. A voice and person kept entering my dreams, telling me of the futures you two were going to encounter. I know your futures, both you and Tessa, and I know of the outcome. I knew if I had stayed longer, worse things could have happened to you."

"Who…" I was stuttering. "Who was the person?"

"I knew the voice anywhere. It was your father. I'm sure the person was Tessa's father," she sighed.

I was so close to learning my own mystery, I just had to grasp for it. "Who is my father?"

Mother pointed toward me. "That is your future, Nathaniel."

I was stunned. So, this is what drove mother toward death? Unthinkable.

"I love you dearly, Nathaniel. I just couldn't stay here and watch everything happen. I knew I would have been the center for worse things to happen to you," she climbed on top of the bridge. "Tell Tessa I love her more than anything. I will miss you both."

I tried to stop her, to have her stop and listen, but I knew what was to happen next. Mother tossed herself from the bridge, slamming straight into the river. I wrenched my eyes close before she could hit the river, but all I felt was horror run through my body. I learned what drove my mother into this and I had watched it happen. That beautiful face that was lying inside the casket was my mother, the woman that was driven away by our futures. I couldn't help but feel that her death was partially my fault. Tessa had no influence in this at all, I already knew where my future may have been heading when she died. It was me whom she saw the night she died, and yet, fourteen year old me at that time never knew I had watched her die. Maybe that's why I always felt an eerie feeling when I was at mother's funeral.

I decided to head back to the Institute, but before I was inside the edge of town, a unimaginable pain shot through my body, forcing me to the ground, screaming. But, no one except me could hear my screams. Tears were beginning to spur from my eyes and I didn't know what to do.

"I'm still in control of you," I heard Mortmain's voice enter my ears and brain.

I was beginning to have a sort of reaction, twitching uncontrollably. I felt parts of my body change and rearrange, a feeling that was painful. All I felt was pain. Nothing else in the world.

A puddle was lying next to my head and I felt something in my face change, which was the last thing to do so. I lifted part of my body up above the puddle and stared down into it. My sapphire blue eyes slowly changed into this deep, blood red color. I felt my teeth turn sharper and I felt a strong power overpowering even me. I was the demon I was made for. I could tell.

I pushed myself up with no effort, stalking through the city, finding random people meandering through the streets. I pushed them aside, snarling and other noises I have never heard anything make. I was becoming a horrid monster that people were finally starting to figure out. Screams of panic rose through the air and all I could think about was death and destruction.

People were running around me, but I could see the street was now crowded with about twenty-something people. I knew I wouldn't be able to kill any of them alone, so I felt a strong power rising within me. It was starting to rattle my body, and I knew at this point I could not stop it. A roaring fire or type of steam flew from my body and destroyed any being in my path. I fell to my knees, my body already returned back to normal. My body felt like myself again and I could control my emotions now.

I stood up to look around. I stood, frozen, a terrible sight sitting before me. Around twenty were on the floor around me, dead. I couldn't believe I, alone, did this.

I took off down the street, running as fast as I could, turning to dust at one point so I wouldn't been seen leaving the death scene. I entered into the forest in a second, panting and returning to full structure. I sat on a rock that stood near the river, placing my head between my hands so I could ease my breath. But, before I could lift my head, someone got me by the throat and slammed me into a tree.

I opened my eyes and stared horrified at Hugo D'Artagnon. His eyes were red as well and blood dripped from his teeth and lips.

"You," he growled.

"Hugo! Thank god it's only you!" I exclaimed, clearly happy to be caught by him.

"Because of you I went on a crazy blood rampage!" he screamed.

He pulled me away from the tree, but once again slammed me against it, so hard the tree almost broke.

"Hugo! It wasn't me! Mortmain somehow got control of the demon part inside of me. "

"Yeah I know," Hugo's eyes seemed more to explain the situation than his words.

I could see people dancing in Hugo's eyes, a scene showing demons easily taking control of daily humans walking through the city. So, I could easily pick up the missing parts. Normally, demons could enter humans and control them. What Mortmain wanted to do was keep the demons somehow inside the humans so it was easier to control them and they could be hidden. I was that experiment. I also remembered the story that Tessa and Jem were explaining about the human on fire, which meant he was clearly a demon in disguise. But, I knew that that human was not one like me. The demon only took over him. Then, a thought popped into my mind.

"Hugo! Is Mortmain controlling demons altogether?" I asked.

"Yes," Hugo panted. "He has injected demons that wish not to rule to him into humans so he could control them anyway. But, he has promised all demons to let them live free as long as they work for him. The ones that obey only take over humans. The ones who do not are put into humans so they become one. It's harder to kill the humans with demons running through their blood only because you have to kill the human and demon. The others are easier to kill because once the demon knows that you are trying to kill them, they just leave the body."

A good thing to know, I thought. I had more information than I started out with.

"It's your fault I started this!" Hugo snarled, dropping his grip on me and lunging toward me.

I turned into dust and flew past him, coming back together behind his back. Hugo growled, trying to attack him, but I kept repeating this process.

"Like you said, it's harder to kill demons inside of human's blood," I said.

Hugo cackled. "In other words, that's mean you are even more dangerous than regular demons. You don't know this, Nathaniel Grey, that you don't have an ordinary demon inside of you."

"What do you mean?" I demanded, still halfway in dust form, my head the only thing that is solid.

"All the other human experiments have the demon energy that the Shadowhunters caught. Yours, the first ever encounter, was tested with a true powerful demon that no one has dared to catch. You are the worst one we could possibly think of."

"And who is that?"

"I'll tell you later," Hugo roared and then burst through the trees.

I came back to solid form, staring after Hugo. I know Hugo is not evil, he was just frustrated that he couldn't control himself. I decided to turn back and report this information back to the others. Thought, I decided not to dare tell anyone the part about me having the worst demon inside of me.

Good luck with that, I heard a voice laugh inside of me.

I blinked.

The demon inside of me was talking to me?

**Well, I hope this explains a few things a bit! Tell me what you think! And if you have any ideas of what should happen next, let me know! Thanks**