Okay, so I did decide to end the story, but I thought I should at least give you a proper ending. So here it is! Thank you ClarissaxJace for being my beta for this :) I hope you guys liked it (and sorry for the abrupt ending)

*Weeks Later*

Clary sucked in a calming breath and tried to steady herself. Her hand was shaking violently as she gripped a dagger. A dagger pointed straight at her father's chest.

She finally calmed herself and met her father's sorrowful eyes. Her father's eyes were glowing with a mixture of fear and anger. As well as something else Clary couldn't quite decipher. Betrayal, maybe? She instantly felt guilty for doing this - to her own father - but she knew it was what had to be done. It was a necessity; it had to be done to bring peace among the Shadow World.

"Clary," he sighed. His is eyes were fixed on the sharp knife Clary held in her tight grip. "Why are you doing this? What happened to you?" For the first time in a long while, Clary saw a bit of innocence in her father. He was genuinely concerned about his daughter. He didn't seem to care so much about himself in that moment, but only wanted to learn about her intentions before he died. Guilt washed over her, but Clary reminded herself why she had to do this. She was not going lose this battle in the last moments.

"I'm sorry, Dad," she replied, her voice scratchy and empty, "but I have to. What you did wasn't right. The Downworlders are people, too. They deserve to be treated equally, not to be thrown aside like they're not wanted. I'm just trying to set things right again."Valentine stared at her with sadness building in his eyes. Clary twisted her head away unable to look at her father.

"What now?" She asked Lucian, who was standing just a few feet away, surrounded by many of the other rebellion leaders. Raphael Santiago stood there as well, with his fangs glistening in the dark air of the night. A faerie who Clary did not know was to the right of him. Her green skin and bright eyes were slightly terrifying. Magnus Bane was off to the left and his cat eyes gleamed and blue swirls of magic danced on his finger tips.

The Lightwood siblings - Isabelle and Alec - stood opposite of Clary, each with their own weapon pointed at Valentine. And Jace Herondale was standing behind her, out of her line of sight, holding his seraph blade at her brother's chest. Clary avoided looking toward Jonathan at all costs; it was too painful. He was her brother, her parabatai, and now she was hurting him.

"Now," Lucian said, stepping forward to face Valentine with hatred and disgust dancing in his eyes. "We kill him."

Clary couldn't help it; her mouth dropped open. Despite all the horrible things Valentine had done, he was still her father. He taught her how to fight, helped her with her schoolwork, and tucked her in as a little girl. He had been there for her every moment of her life, and the thought of him not being there anymore horrified her. "What?" Clary gasped, snapping her head to the werewolf.

Lucian looked annoyed at Clary's surprise. Why hadn't she expected this? "Because, my dear Clarissa, he deserves it." He returned his icy glare to Valentine, who was now struggling to contain his emotions. Anger and betrayal flashed across Lucian's face. "He cast me out when I caught the lycanthropy. He just let me go as if he didn't care, he never cared. He still doesn't, Clary. Don't you see? He's a heartless man, a horrible leader, and a disgusting excuse for a man. He needs to die."

Clary stumbled back slightly, her dagger wavering. Valentine watched her carefully, as if timing his escape, but he knew it was useless. The Lightwoods would stop him before he moved even an inch. Clary let her guard drop for a moment and turned away, breathing rapidly. She felt the tears coming, rising inside of her, anxious to escape. How could she do this? Let alone to her father? It didn't seem right. Yes, she wanted to give the Downworlders their freedom back. But was killing her dad the way to go about it? How was killing her father any better than his own previous actions?

Jonathan was pressed against the wall, his arms and legs tied back. Though it would be nearly impossible for him to escape, Jace held his blade right in front of his chest, an easy distance to close if he tried anything. Jonathan looked both shocked and scared. He kept glancing at his parabatai nervously, as if waiting for her to tell him this was all a joke. Clary gave him a disdainful look. She knew Lucian wasn't going to kill him; he was only a threat with Valentine's commands. It still terrified her that he was being treated like the enemy, though. Jonathan was the good guy, Clary knew that. He just didn't know who to listen to: his father or his sister?

Our mother was being held by two large werewolves, though they were being quite gentle with her. Jocelyn hadn't put up much of a fight in this whole war. Clary believed she was secretly on the rebel's side. She sat their silently, observing as her family was slowly been torn apart. When her eyes met Clary's, she thought she saw the faintest look of pride glistening in them.

And then there was Jace, who kept giving her slight, encouraging nods. Over the past few weeks, Clary wasn't really sure what happened with her and Jace. They'd grown so much closer. They fought side by side whenever needed and aided each other with minor tasks. Clary looked at his golden, lion-like eyes and felt her heart pick up its pace. She remembered the kiss at Pandemonium and wondered for the billionth time if that was real, or if Jace just messing with her. Would he kiss her again?

"Breathe, Clary," Jace whispered softly, looking into her eyes. His eyes were calming and Clary focused on them as she tried to regain her control. Once again she held up her dagger, pointing it towards her father. But instead of acting on Lucian's commands, she turned to look back at the werewolf leader.

"What does killing him do, Lucian? We have what we wanted. We've defeated the Clave, taken control. We can make all the laws we want now. Will killing him serve a purpose? Or is it just for fun?" Clary said with rage eminent in her voice, she worried she was taking to large of a leap. They'd battled all day, fighting in the Glass City of Alicante, against their fellow Nephilim. And now they had reached the final step; they had the vicious Shadowhunter leader in their hands. Lucian surely was just as exhausted and angered; Clary wondered if she was pushing him too far.

But he simply turned to face her, his voice full of regret. "He left me, Clary! He abandoned me, his own parabatai. And then he attacked all of us, fought to get all of the Downworlders killed. He made our lives hell, Clarissa. He deserves to feel the same way. He deserves to die!"

"That didn't answer my question," Clary looked at Lucan with her confidence slowly regaining it's strength, she willed the tears welling in her eyes to stop. "Does it serve a purpose?" She repeated, forcing more energy into her words.

Lucian looked over to Jocelyn, who was watching him intently. She sucked in a breath and mouthed something to him, shaking her head. Lucian turned back to face Clary, his eyes now less intense, less menacing.

"No." His voice was barely a whisper, but Clary heard it all the same. He had admitted it; Valentine's death was not a necessity to the plan.

"Fine, then he lives," Clary stated simply, she lowered her weapon from his throat. "We can lock him up, keep him in our sights, whatever you want. But we have what we want now. Leave him to be."

Lucian pressed his eyes closed for a moment, thinking this through, before nodding. He tilted his head to Maia and a vampire, who were standing close by, ready to jump into action. "Lock him up. Don't let him out of your sight until someone comes for you." The two nodded and proceeded to help grab Valentine. "Lightwoods, accompany them there. Keep your weapons ready." The siblings obliged and followed the three of them out of the building towards the prison. Isabelle's whip was in hand, ready to strike if Valentine tried to escape. She looked as fierce as ever, while Alec's face was a hard stone, emotionless.

"Okay, now that we're finished with this, what do we do?" Clary asked, looking between Lucian and Jace. Surely this couldn't end so easily.

"Now, we rebuild the system," Lucian said, a small smile forming in his lips. "Form a government that provides an equal voice for Downworlders and Nephilim alike." Clary couldn't help but grin at the sound of that.

"And what of the boy and his mother?" Jace asked before Clary could get to it.

"He's no threat without a leader to follow," Lucian answered, gesturing at Jonathan. Jace quickly worked on untying his restrains. When he finished, Jonathan let out a sigh of relief, though he still seemed somewhat terrified. "And Jocelyn will work beside me to help reform the Clave."

Jocelyn's eyes brightened in surprise, her mouth popping open slightly. She wasn't defiantly not expecting that. Clary watched in awe as her mother slowly started to smile. Clary wondered if this whole time she really was on their side. Had she known about this from the start? Lucian smiled at her and Clary remembered how much the werewolf had cared for her mother. The look in his eyes told her he still cared for her deeply.

The werewolves quickly released her and she ran over to Clary, hugging her tightly. "I'm so proud of you," she whispered in her ear between sobs, confirming Clary's suspicions. She had always been on their side. Clay clutched her mother even tighter, not wanting the moment to ever end.

Then Jonathan was there, holding her tightly, apologizing to her in soft sobs. He held her in a large bear hug, the way he always did. Clary couldn't help but glance at their matching parabatai runes and smile. Even though Jonathan had chosen the opposing side, he was still there for her. Even after all to horrible things she had put him through.

The Downworlders began clearing out, heading off to clean up the post-war damages. Before Clary could register what was happening, Jace was pressed against her. His lips against her own and he wrapped his arms around her in a tight circle. Clary's eyes burst open in shock, but she quickly settled into his hold. She tied her arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss. It felt so good, even better than before. His lips were soft and warm against her own, fitting perfectly against her mouth. "I love you," he whispered, pulling away slightly to look into her eyes.

Clary didn't know what to say. She was so flustered and so overwhelmed from all the drama. And now this. The boy she met just a month ago was telling her he loved her? Even though he'd shown barely any affection towards her before? As much as it didn't make sense, Clary accepted it anyway. Jace was always there for her, even when she didn't want him to be. Some part of her knew that she was meant for this boy. "I love you, too," she told him, staring up at his unique and mysterious eyes. She just knew, that they would be together until death do them part. And secretly, Jace knew too.

She took one look outside, watching as Downworlders and Nephilim alike moved around, fixing the aftermath of the war. "Now let's go finish what we started."