A/N: Oh my goodness. I have to say this one was even more difficult to write. Not sure why? I knew what I wanted to type down it just went egh and massive blank for weeks. This is why I made sure to have a good number of the chapters done before posting them. So all of you wouldn't have to suffer as a result of my brain blank.

Beyond that point I want to thank those that reviewed, favorite and followed this story. Special thanks to those that reviewed! You all don't realize how much brighter my day turned when reading your reviews. It's keeping me motivated to continue to write this story that many have take the time to give their thoughts about chapters or the story as a whole.

Any who. You all want to read a chapter not my rambling. Well here is another one we are officially at chapter 10! Enjoy!

) Chapter 10 (

Isabelle shut the book she held and carelessly tossed it onto the table, "This is getting us nowhere. What are we supposed to be looking for anyway?" They sat in the Clave's library back in Idris hoping to find anything that could help build a strategy.

Alec turned a page, "Anything that could give us a lead to Jonathon."

She groaned, "That's absolutely unhelpful."

Jace had his gaze up to the ceiling, "Do you think looking for information on Jonathon is the wrong way to go about this?"

Alec shut the book and reached for another, "Explain."

Jace shrugged, "Well like the Inquisitor said he doesn't exist in the Clave's archives. So why would their be anything written about the man."

Isabelle tapped the table in thought and stood up, "You're right but…" She reached over to pull an old black leather bound book from the pile on the table, "They do have stuff on Valentine. Like father like son right."

Alec's eyes widened in realization, "Why didn't I think of that before!"

Jace turned to look at the pair, "Would anyone like to explain, sorry that I don't share the Lightwood telepathic connection."

Isabelle rolled her eyes as she flipped to the table of contents, "Jonathon doesn't exist, but Valentine does. He led the Circle."

Jace shrugged, "So everyone knows that."

Alec looked at the page his sister had turned too, "The Circle had a close alliance with the Clave. Someone inside the Circle to be more specific brought information to the Clave."

Jace sighed, "Can someone tell me something I don't know."

Isabelle froze and took a deep breath, "Here is the last report recorded in the book. June, 16 1991. Time 19:34. Our inside connection with the Circle…" Isabelle paused swallowing, "Celine Herondale came forward to present to the Clave updated information on the concern of a child believed to be altered for militaristic purposes. It appears that said child no longer exists, cause of death is still unknown, but this places Valentine no longer as a threat to the Clave."

Isabelle glanced at the remaining blank portion of the page, "That's it." She looked up to meet Alec's gaze and then both turned to look at Jace.

He chuckled shaking his head, "You've got to be kidding me."

Alec pulled the book, "If the Herondale's were part of the Circle then they would know what Valentine was plotting."

Isabelle dropped back in her chair, "Not to mention where these meetings were held and the other members."

Jace cut in, "Sounds great why don't I just give them a call."

Isabelle narrowed her gaze, "Jace can you be serious for a second."

He stood up, "I'm the one trying to accept the fact my parents were involved with Valentine." He ran a hand through his hair, "They knew about Jonathon, which means they must have known about Clary."

Isabelle blinked looking at Jace, "Clary."

He rolled his eyes, "No Isabelle someone else-."

She held out her hand, "Give me your stele."

Both men looked at her curiously, "Jace just give it to me."

He reached into his pocket and pulled it out pushing it across the table to Isabelle. She picked it up and studied it. "Do you have Clary's?"

He sighed pulling out the other crystal and tossing it to her. She set both of them on the table in front of her and glanced from the pale gold one, which was Jace's to the light red crystal. Besides the color they were identical, same number of sides, same length like they were made as a pair. "Your parents were more than just involved with Valentine."

Alec cut in, "And you guessed this how?"

Isabelle balanced a stele in each hand, both were the exact same weight, "Obviously Clary received her stele from her father." She tossed the steles back to Jace. "I mean like her brother she also didn't exist to the Clave. Obviously, they found out about her on the Dark Day, but that's not the point. What I'm getting at is that Clary and her brother must have been very important to their father enough for him to the make the steles. I wouldn't be surprised if he could make a stele, but no one in Idris has one like Clary's except for Jace. At first I wondered why his was different even mother and father found it odd because steles are generally all the same, four sided and pale green. Theirs are so different. Now, knowing Jace's parents were part of the Circle could it be possible they had close ties with Valentine that he made Jace a stele."

Jace looked down at the crystals in his hand, Isabelle was right they were practically identical.

Isabelle continued, "I mean if they were that important then…"

Alec cut in, "Wouldn't it have been a huge blow when they died?"

She pushed the large book away, "It wasn't just them, there must be others just as important to Valentine…What if the Circle didn't collapse on the Dark Day?"

XxXx

Clary leaned back in her chair glancing at the individuals sitting in the room. She smirked; many of her father's followers had indeed been in hiding since the last battle, as now they rounded the table giving input to Jonathon's final layout. Laying her head back she dozed off slightly. Tapping the tip of her fan to her lips she began to wonder if these conferences were always so boring. She was pulled out her daze at the sound of her name. "Clarissa."

Focusing her gaze forward she found all attention on her, "Yes."

A man a few seats to her left spoke up, "Do you understand your part in this Clarissa?"

Clary turned her attention to the fan in her hand, "Of course." With her index finger she pushed the object open watching it fan out, "When the clock strikes the seventeenth hour I will make a portal. One that will send all of those pathetic shadowhunters to the pits of hell."

The man smiled, "Excellent."

Jonathon cut in, "We await the return of Valentine any day now and in one months time it will be the end of Alicante. No one will be able to stop us."

He rose from the table signaling the end of the meeting. As others stood and began to converse with each other Clary remained in her seat, "Brother…you didn't tell me father would be joining us."

He motioned to one of his advisors, "Can you bring me the case." The advisor bowed before leaving the room, "You see Clary it was to be a surprise but he insisted that word of his return shouldn't be kept from the Circle."

She shut the fan and gazed at a spot on the table in front of her, "Ah, I see."

The advisor returned holding a wooden box and handed it to Jonathon. "The role you have in all of this sister is very important, father had almost lost hope in ever finding you. As a way to show his delight he sent this for you." He set the onyx box in front of her.

She eyed it for a second and looked at her brother, "For me."

He nodded. Clary leaned forward setting the fan down to remove the lid setting it to the side. She raised an eyebrow as she studied the contents of the box, "A stele brother."

"I mentioned to father in our last conversation that you were without a stele. So he fashioned a new one for you."

She picked the white crystal up from the velvet lining and rolled it in her right hand, "Can't wait to try it out."

XxXx

Isabelle dropped down into a chair, "The Circle must still exist. Why else would Jonathon take Clary?"

Alec shook his head, "We don't know that for sure. How do we know if he even took her?"

"She said that someday he would come for her." The trio turned to the sound of the voice and Isabelle stood, "Simon?"

The dark haired man leaned against the doorway smirking, "The one and only."

She quickly crossed the room stepping into his arms, "Simon what are you doing here?"

She looked up to meet his gaze as he tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, "I heard Clary never made it back."

Isabelle sighed, "Yeah…how did you find out?"

"Well for the past few weeks someone did not answer their phone." He then shyly looked down leaning his forehead against hers. "I got worried."

Isabelle suddenly realized that it did seem like she had fallen off the face of the earth, "I'm sorry Simon."

He took a breath brushing the back of his hand softly against her cheek, "As long as you're safe." With everything going on she had forgotten what it was like being with Simon.

She met his gaze, "How did you know we were here?"

"After about a week of not hearing from anyone I ended up going to Clary's place. Jocelyn was there, she gave me an update of what happened at the ball. That Jonathon is quite crafty."

Alec dropped down into a chair, "What do you mean?"

Simon pulled out a chair for himself and sat down pulling Isabelle into his lap, "Well aside from Jonathon showing up she also mentioned the issue with most of the shadowhunters. Something about how they don't remember how they got to the Institute."

Isabelle nodded, "Yeah everyone that got trapped in the Hall. They don't even acknowledge themselves as shadowhunters. Most talk about mundane aspects of life but nothing related to our world."

Simon shrugged, "If that's the case then he does have them all trapped in a false reality."

The other three eyed him curiously. After a brief moment of silence he continued, "Lets start from the beginning, if my memory serves me correctly I first met Clary in the third grade. She was a shy girl, never spoke much during class and would spend lunch alone on the swings. I can't remember exactly what convinced me to talk to her but once we did you could say we were inseparable. A few years later I noticed that she wouldn't willingly speak of her family and generally avoided the subject at all costs. It was not until I changed into a Vampire that she opened up and told me who she really was—a shadowhunter."

Isabelle crossed her arms, "So you just recently found out she was a shadowhunter?"

Simon nodded, "Yeah. Sure we were best friends growing up, telling each other everything but her shadowhunting life was one thing she completely left out."

Jace sat down, "But you know about Jonathon."

"That little detail was one of the few things I had to force out of her."

Isabelle stood up walking back over to the large table taking a seat on the edge, "Forced?"

"After she told me about the shadowhunting world, I asked then why she still lived in New York and not back in Idris. Of course she avoided directly answering the question."

Isabelle raised an eyebrow, "How did you get her to crack?"

"At the time I still couldn't go out in daylight so I told her I would walk outside if she didn't tell me the truth."

Isabelle felt her eyes widen, "You did what!?"

Simon smirked, "Relax. I'm alive aren't I?" Isabelle rolled her eyes as he continued, "Anyways she caved. It started with her father, Valentine right? Well she said that he planned the attack on Alicante on the Dark Day. Old news, anyways he sent his tools to actually do the dirty work of taking down the barrier, Clary and her brother Jonathon. From what I heard of the Dark Day they actually did take it down."

Alec crossed his arms in thought, "They broke the barrier? How was that even possible if they attacked the city directly? The barrier could only be destroyed from the inside with demons blood and they can not even get pass the barrier."

Simon leaned back in his chair, "That's true. See Valentine placed his daughter in command of the army with the task of luring Alicante's defenses out from the core. That is when Jonathon came into the picture and things got interesting."

He paused. Deep in thought, working on how to phrase his next words, "I'm sure you already know that Clary and Jonathon don't exist in the archives." He received nods from the others in the room, "Valentine had good reason to keep his children hidden from the world…The thing is both of them are not just shadowhunters."

Isabelle tilted her head in thought, "What are you talking about?"

Simon sighed, "Clary is different, so is Jonathon, each of them can do unimaginable things."

Alec cut in, "Like how she can make a portal."

Simon smirked, "That is only the tip of the iceberg. What I am about to tell you three is possibly her biggest secret. The instant she finished telling me she swore me to secrecy."

Isabelle looked at her two brothers who sent her an equally curious glance. The girl braced herself, "What could be more shocking than finding out she is Valentine's daughter."

Simon grinned, "How about a sibling pair of shadowhunters that are also supernatural."

Isabelle raised her brow, "Supernatural? Like a Faerie or a vampire."

"Ehh not quite. Surprisingly a little more on the extreme end of the spectrum like demons and angels."

XxXx

Clary stood in the entrance hall with Jonathon, her interest captivated by the Blue Jays darting past a window. Suddenly one of the birds froze mid flight and crashed into the glass with a loud thud. Clary scrunched her forehead, "Brother was that entirely necessary."

"Something had to get you out of fairyland."

She turned her gaze to glare at her brother; "Well you could have done it with out tormenting an innocent bird."

Then the large doors creaked open letting in the cool morning breeze. Jonathon bowed, "Welcome father."

Clary looked to the approaching man who led a small group of individuals. Gazing at him from head to toe she began to wonder if she truly was a Morgenstern. So far she doesn't seem to resemble any of them, like her brother her father was a tall man. He had an average build, light blond almost silver hair and piercing black eyes. Yes, nothing about her would indicate she is a Morgenstern except that it's her last name.

Jonathon hissed out, "Girl show respect."

She was lost in her own thought that she had forgotten to bow to her father. The man stopped about an arms length from them, "It's is alright son. Your sister has not been home for a long time and as a result forgotten her place."

The black eyes moved from Jonathon to land on her, "Clarissa."

Her emerald eyes gazed back strongly, "Father."

He smirked, "It's wonderful to see you my daughter."

Clary curtsied bowing her head, "Welcome home."

Valentine held his hand out to her, "Come. We have much to discuss children."

XxXx

The three shadowhunters remained silent as they attempted to process what was just told to them. Isabelle broke the silence, "Demons and Angels? Well yeah we deal with demons pretty often but angels…aren't they rare. And your saying Clary is half shadowhunter and half supernatural, demon or angel."

Simon raised his hands in defense, "Hey I'm just regurgitating what she told me. I didn't believe it at first either unless one of you can explain another way Alicante's barrier was taken down." He looked at each shadowhunter with neither one making a motion. He then sighed, "Jonathon is half demon, so he was the one sent in to bring down the barrier. Since no one knew of them he was able waltz right into the city without a second glance from the guards."

Alec spoke up, "Okay so he took down the barrier and Clary led Valentine's army. The question still is why?"

"She spoke of a legacy her father formulated in the early years of The Circle and building it involved years of planning. Jonathon and Clary were pulled into that plan the day they were born and raised for one thing—to destroy the shadowhunter world."

Alec sighed, "So our first hunch was right. Valentine is out to destroy more than just Alicante."

Isabelle reached behind her for a piece of parchment, "So how does all of that fit with anything that's going on right now."

Simon sighed, "They are going to try again."

Isabelle felt her heart stop for a millisecond, "You mentioned at first that Clary knew this would happen?"

He nodded, "Yeah. She didn't know when or where, just that her father and brother were hunting her down. It's why she has taken a mundane life for so long. Since the attack on Alicante, Jocelyn and Clary have not returned to Idris in fear that they would be found."

Isabelle drummed her fingers on her knee, "But…why didn't she ever say anything?"

Simon shrugged, "She doesn't exist as anything else but Valentine's pawn. Obviously the Clave and the people Alicante did not take the news too well and quickly sentenced her to life in prison." He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees, "Which brings us back to the problem with our incapacitated army of shadowhunters. Valentine created his children, more like experimented on his children in an attempt to make a more powerful shadowhunter. Clary mentioned that as a result her brother gained the ability to tamper a persons mind. At the time she wasn't even sure the extent of her brother's ability but didn't doubt that over time he could use his ability on a large scale. To affect not one, but multiple individuals at once, which is probably what he did the night of the ball."

Isabelle began, "Why weren't we affected then?"

"Jocelyn thinks that he sent out the illusion just before setting the hall on fire. You were all outside at the time so it didn't affect you."

"Then what about Jocelyn she was in the hall also?"

"Clary created a rune a few years back that places a veil around the shadowhunters mind protecting them from any external attack."

Alec cut in, "Do you know what it looks like?"

Simon shook his head, "No. Jocelyn does."

XxXx

Valentine gazed at his daughter, "What do you think of your new stele?"

Clary looked passively across the coffee table, while she sat next to her brother their father sat on the sofa opposite of them. "It's great thank you father."

"You are aware that we wont have another opportunity such as this to execute our plan. I want to know that nothing will hold you back."

Clary smirked slightly, "Father you don't have to worry about a thing. I know what my role is, it is to destroy the shadowhunters once and for all."

He leaned back against the seat content with her answer, "That's my angel. Now the two of you are aware that only a couple of weeks remain before the full moon, but before we delve into the details for that day I want you to meet someone."

Valentine motioned to the butler who then opened the doors to the parlor. Both siblings turned to the open door just as someone walked in.

Clary raised an eyebrow curiously at the man that walked in. Tall, lean, black hair and dark auburn eyes. She shrugged uninterested in their new guest and opted to look down into the crystal glass she held swirling the dark liquid.

Valentine directed their guest to a seat perpendicular to Clary, "Please have a seat."

The man bowed, "Thank you sir." And then made his way to take a seat. Clary scrunched her forehead at the sudden proximity.

"Clarissa. This is Sebastion Verlac."

Clary raised her gaze to the man, "Hello."

Sebastian bowed his head slightly, "It's a pleasure to meet you Clarissa."

Valentine cut in, "He will be your new partner."

She turned to look at her father tilting her head slightly, "Pardon…new partner?"

"Yes my angel the other boy had potential but was unable to…"

She did not hear the rest of the sentence as the echo of a voice rung in her head. It began first softly but grew louder with each passing second. As the sound intensified a large pounding rose against her forehead. Discreetly she pressed the tips of her fingers against the sight of the pain. Slowly in an effort to push the pain away she closed her eyes.

The feeling of a hand resting on her shoulder broke her train of thought, "Clary."

She opened her eyes to find everyone's gaze on her and trace the hand back to her brother, "I'm sorry brother."

Valentine spoke, "Is everything alright?"

She shook her brother's hand off, "I'm fine."

Jonathon analyzed the glazed look on her face and noted that the red rim in her eyes was gone.

Their father continued, "As I was saying. Clarissa he will be your new partner. You two will begin training together in a few days. In the mean time, son."

Jonathon looked up to his father, "Yes."

"I believe its time you invite our shadowhunters to the ball."

A/N: Woo hoo! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

Like always reviews are wonderfully appreciated and welcome to give thoughts, feedback and even questions.

I am kind of bummed to say that the next update wont be until this next Friday. Yes I know! I'm sorry. Please forgive me! I fell ill at the start of the weekend and ended up doing absolutely nothing until today. Posting this chapter was at the top of my to do list despite the pounds of homework that still needs to be done. If I have a chance to post it before then I will but Friday for sure. Until then I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and have a great week! Till next time!

Edited: October 1, 2012