I had been coming to Idris for the last two weeks, trying to convince the Clave to make marriage between downworlders and Nephilim legal. It was a hard task, especially after legalizing homosexual marriage. After all, shadowhunters are known for not liking change a lot, to not day at all.

However, Alec has been coming as well and had made a huge difference. The way he stood, moved and talked in front of the Clave and downworlders present, remind me of my ex-husband. But Alec lacks of the ambition, charisma and hunger of power of Valentine.

On the other hand, Alec was dotted with the ability of convincing people and make them open their minds. He used rational facts to justify his points, perfectly. He won the trust of downworlders by being honest, by showing that he did this because he cared not because of power. And won the admiration of the Clave by capturing Camille and standing up against them, something that hasn't been done for a long time. In exception of when my daughter did it, before the fight against her father.

At the end, they accepted our petition and signed the papers for the new law. With the condition (made by downworlders) that whenever there was a problem between our two worlds, Alec must be there to act as referee.

Everything was going perfectly, I couldn't think of anything that could ruin this happiness. So when we, Luke and I, went to Idris, again, to legalize our marriage, you'll know my shock when I heard that my son had handed himself to the Clave, with the condition that he would have a fair trial.

Of course, I was present for it but wished I never had gone. I had to hear how Valentine, the father of my children, had tortured Jonathan since birth. How my son had thought his whole life that he was alone and no one would ever love him. How he only followed his father's orders cause it's the only thing he had known. How afraid and lost he was when he returned from death. That the reason he decided to take control over our world, was because he didn't want to be killed by us.

I had to listen to what a horrible mother I had been, how I had failed my son. Hating him when he was only a baby, cause he had demon blood running through his veins. I cried, silently, more than I had ever done in my whole life. I had to hear how he asked for the same forgiveness that the ex-Circle members had. Because his position was the same, if not the one of a victim.

The children of Lilith gave him their vote, surely because the majority can empathize with Jonathan's story. The faeries voted for his forgiveness, not that any of us knew why. It is kind of hard, if not impossible, to know why they do anything they do. The sixty percent of the vampires gave him their vote, and the rest condemned him. In the werewolves case, was the reversed. And only thirty percent of the shadowhunters welcomed him into their lives.

As the majority gave Jonathan their vote he should have been ok. But no, he wasn't. There was someone that said that he had fooled us once and this might be an act as well. So we spent the last three months in trail, with Jonathan trying to convince the Clave that he was honest.

In the meanwhile he was imprisoned in a small and horrible cell. I did the best I could to help them, even if it didn't fix all the pain I caused him. I gave him pillows, blankets, books, food and even an air mattress, to make his stay in that horrendous place more comfortable.

I even went to visit him and talk with him. We chatted about how I returned for him when I decided to run away, and how broken I was when I thought he was dead. I told him about how I always cried in the anniversary of his death, holding a chest with his name close to my heart. I told him about Clary and about Luke. About my job as an artist and about my life as a mundane.

He in returned advised me into how grow up in my career as an artist, and created a plan to make Luke's library more famous. I smiled proudly at his brilliant mind, then shivered at how similar he was to Valentine and finally felt guilty for making that comparison, and being afraid of my own son.

Jonathan told me about this girl, Katherine, and how she saved his life. My son spoke of her as if she was an angel, a beautiful creature that taught him the right way and shone for him in his life of darkness "You love her" I stated one day that were chatting as we ate some homemade cookies. I just needed him to have a taste of what was taken away from him.

"I do" he replied, as if it was a revelation he had been thinking about for a long time "But she is a mundane, I would lose my runes if I started something with her".

"Ask her if she wants to join us. Robert told me that they are recruiting mundanes for turning them into shadowhunters" I told him, liking the idea of having a daughter in law.

You like the idea of knowing that your son isn't a sick monster that wants to rape your daughter. Also, that girl seems to keep mini Valentine in check. A dark side of my brain commented inside my head. But I just shook my head and chased those thoughts away.

"We do the same movement when we want to chase thoughts away" he told me, when he noticed what I was doing. Hope warmed my heart and I flashed him a smile, I was happy to know that he at least had gotten something of me "And I can't ask her to be one of us, she is against any kind of violence. Also, I am no good for her. I want her to have be happy and find a man that would not destroy her life".

"You love her enough to let her go" I said surprised. He had changed so much, when he loved Clary he would have forced her to love him without a second thought. Now he resigned her to make Katherine happy and let her be safe "Everything will end up fine... son" he looked at me surprised by my choice of words, I myself was surprised by them.

Not much later a guard came to take us for the last meeting of his trial. They decided to give him the same sentence that they gave to the ex-Circle members. Now there were more people that believed that he changed. I celebrated happily to know that my son was not going to be killed.

"Which Institute do you want to go to?" Pia asked Jonathan.

"New York's" he answered without a second thought "I want to be near my family and to start making amends for killing Max Lightwood. Inquisitor, you need to know that I never planned to kill your son. It was an accident, a horrible and regretful accident".

"You will have to work very hard" Robert replied "And you need to know that we will never forgive you for the pain you have caused".

"I will and I know" told him Jonathan.

I could notice that he was saddened by that answer, but was expecting it. He acted like me when he wanted to hid feelings and was sad. That gave me hope that my son was still in there, and that the demon blood didn't take him away from me. So when he asked me if I was ready to returned to New York with him, I said yes.