Hellllllo folks. Thiiiiis is forever fun and young "speaking". :D

Anyways I would have given it to you guys as soon as I wrote it but I wanted it to get corrected by my beta but some reason she isn't so I just thought " why wait?" So here it is. I wrote this in less than 2 hours which is just a shocker if you knew me.

This chapter just wrote itself. The idea never crossed my mind until I started writing. Hope you guys like it.

If there is anyone who is crazy religious please don't be offended. I saying anything bad but you never know.

Enjoy

Someone's POV trapped in someone else's " body"

I watched as he took control over my body. I watched as he made them believe him. I watched as he made them become more and more confused. I had tried to take possession over my body but I only got hold of it long enough to show him what had to be seen.

I hadn't wanted to believe that I would one day be a prisoner of it. I never thought he would have gotten that powerful, powerful enough to capture me.

Me! One of the most influential of them all. One of his most trusted warriors, advisor and friend. And— dare I say it — probably one of the kindest .

I do not know what came into me but I suddenly just had to say it:

" You will not get away with this you know. He will find a way to stop you. He is God after all."

"You damn angels and your God. You saw how I strong I was. I was able to influence her. I was able to freeze him, freeze God. "

That Howard and his thirst for power.

" You know as well I do that no one, no one is stronger than him. Alexander is as strong as him but not stronger. His own father is not strong enough."

"Really? So why didn't he stop me while I taking control of her? If you don't remember what happened let me show you."

Flashback to when Clary was in the changing rooms ( same POV)

I watched as Clarissa got into the cabin. I always was mystified about her. How could someone like Jonathan be in love with such a fragile, weak, controllable person?

Damn it! Now I'm feeling what he is feeling. He is getting stronger and stronger.

She was taking her stele out of her pockets. Which was strange considering she was wearing a bikini.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

I made her do it. The rune that would bind her forever to me. Well, not really bind her to me 'cause she's going to die eventually and I don't want to but an idem rune. A rune so strong that she would suffer the same things as me. I was basically making another me, another nigrum foramen. And the best part was that no one would ever know. Except maybe him, God, or as he calls himself today M—

"What are you doing?"

" Why hello there. I was just thinking about you."

"Oh, I know. I know everything."

"And yet you stand there not doing anything about it! I thought you made to protect people like her from people like me!"

"You know as well as I do that I cannot protect her in my state." He spat.

When he spat that out my mouth twisted into an evil grin. I knew very well. Everyone knew actually, everyone except his boyfriend. Who is currently couldn't control because M—

" Don't you even dare think about him."He growled.

"I hit a sore spot I see."

" I could kill you with a snap of my fingers if I wanted to so I would watch it." Yup, I hit him hard.

"But you seem to forget that you can't. Not now anyways." Ha, chew on that.

He grinned and went to supporting himself against a wall. What the heck is he grinning for? He should be red with anger! NOT grinning against a wall while watching me relaxed as he is, is his situation.

"You're right, I can't kill you." I relaxed my tense shoulders. "I can't kill you now anyways." My back stiffened again. It always seems to do that when he is around. " But I can make you suffer."

He had hardly finished his sentence that I was already on my knees. Damn it! I should have seen it coming. He tortured me for what felt like ages but I guess was only just a few seconds. That's how he works you know. He makes you suffer so badly that it feels like hours. I tried using my powers against him but to no vain. Even in his situation he was still stronger than me. But… "How?"

" You see my dear friend even in my situation I can still use my powers. Not as much as before but still enough to put destroy half of the world in the blink of an eye. I am not God for nothing."

For a few milliseconds he stopped torturing and I thought that he had used up all his reserves for the hour but then the pain came back as did his long, slow speech.

" You know, it is pretty ironic when you think about it. God himself his torturing someone. The same God that is supposed to be against violence. The God who every religious person preys to."

My pain increased in magnitude. What felt like a hundred people being burned ,eaten and whipped alive turned to a thousand. If I was anyone but me or him I would be dead by now.

" Being God can be a pain in the ass most of the time. With all the people in the world preying about their food or their money lost or a natural disaster. Why does everybody think I can help them? I'll tell you why, because they don't want to work hard to fix it themselves so they ask someone else—me— to do the hard work for them.

You know just last week I saved yet another kid for death. I always had a thing for kids dying because of the carelessness of their parents. The parent were killed of course but it was still awful for the kid .

Why does every important thing have to happen now? Especially in these circumstances. You know, it's going to be more powerful than any of us. More powerful that me and him and even you combined. I…"

He continued talking about it for almost a whole hour. A whole hour of suffering. And the pain never decreased. At all. This was becoming torture. I couldn't take it anymore. I begged.

" Please, please stop the pain. Have mercy, please."

I had stopped him mid-sentence. His head had snapped back to mine so quickly that it must have hurt. I would have winced if I wasn't already in pain.

He walked towards me with a look that could kill. I knew I should have just stayed quiet.

"And you? Did you have mercy when you had an entire Armenian population massacred during World Word 1? Did you have mercy when you imprisoned my angels in your nigrum foramen?"

I looked down. And you? Did you save me when I was going to the wrong side? I shouldn't have thought that when I knew he could read my thoughts but I just couldn't stop myself. It was his fault I became what I am today.

He didn't answer. Instead he walked even closer to me. His face wasn't hidden in the shadows any more. I could see his glittery hair and his tight clothes. He had changed a lot.

His hair was filled with glitter of all colors, blue, purple, red, green. His eyes were surrounded with black eye liner. His cheeks had a speck of glitter on them. His clothes were no longer the old white clothes that He used to wear. Now he was wearing tight blacker than blacker skinny jeans with a simple but tight white top with a green leather jacket to top it off. Yes, God has changed a lot.

"I do not go by that name anymore. Times have changed and so have I. My name isn't God anymore. My name is this world is Magnus, Magnus Bane the High Warlock of Brooklyn, ruler of worlds."

So? What did you guys think? Shocker no? So I decided that Magnus would participate in this story and maybe so would Alec if I felt like it. :) En tout cas, please review. I don't have way of making you guys help in the story for the next chapter. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!

P.S.: I don't own Jace Clary and Magnus or the World War. I only own the other characters and the new wicked plot and Magnus' condition:)