Good news, I had a few days! I haven't tried to kill myself since Saturday. Call me crazy (well, I kinda am) but I think I was possessed because Saturday night I had someone perform an exorcism on me and I've been better since then, and this whole suicidal shebang started about the same time I started messing around with evil spirits and shit.

But the point is I've been feeling better. All of you have been great and supportive and I survived!

Adalyn's eyes cracked open to reveal lacy floral curtains. Early morning light streamed through them, illuminating the unfamiliar room. Her blanket was made of a matching floral pattern printed on thick fabric. Light gleamed off the shiny hard-wood floors. There was a cupboard-looking dresser next to a matching desk in the corner of the room.

Although it was bare enough to be a hotel room, everything seemed comfortable enough, but it wasn't home.

She sat up in bed, tipping her head back to lean against the floral wallpaper, and recalled the events of that night.

She was going to kill herself. That was the only thing certain. Everything else seemed so improbable, she would have thought it were a dream if it wasn't for the room. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as she prepared to cut her jugular and bleed out enough of her blood to die, and then her closet door opened to strange people. They were armed, she knew that, but she didn't know why. They obviously were coming for her, she didn't know the reason behind that either, but she wasn't dangerous. They wouldn't have needed anything besides their hands to capture her. She was only…

Adalyn, the mess up, the unfortunate accident, the quiet girl in the back of the class or the corner of the lunch room. She was ordinary, not in any way special. The only one who find her likeable enough to hang around with was Ericka, but that was just because they had been friends since elementary school, and because Ericka always hung around her, she didn't have any friends outside of Adalyn.

And then there was Sebastian.

The intimidating, hot, mysterious popular guy who found something about her boring personality appealing. He made her feel special, even though she knew she wasn't. He made her feel important. He just made life better.

But for some reason, those people wanted to take her away from him. He came to rescue her, like the knight in shining armor he was in her eyes, and as soon as he showed up, they got scared and whisked her away through the swirling vortex that made her insides all jumbled and plopped her out somewhere else.

They had taken her away from Sebastian. They must be bad guys.

She remembered Sebastian popping up through her window in all his dark glory. For some reason she remembered his arms covered in tattoos, although she had never seen them before.

He also was holding some kind of glowing sword.

She guessed she would never know who he was.

…..

"Who is she?" the consul asked.

Inquisitor Whiteclaw shook his head in response. "Who knows? She doesn't look like anything special, and she's obviously got issues, but the amount of angelic power she has is incredible. Sebastian Morgenstern wanted her for a reason. We were lucky to get her out."

Consul Jia scratched her chin. "Does she know what she's capable of?"

"We don't know. She didn't make any move to stop either us or Sebastian, but she also was in a very bad mental state of mind. Let me go check on her."

The Inquisitor mounted the stair and began the climb to the girl's room.

When he got there, he cracked the door and poked his head through. To his surprise, she was awake, and sitting up in bed.

Adalyn turned to face the strange man with white tuffs of hair on the sides of his head, and a scruffy beard. "Why did you take me away from Sebastian?" she asked.

Whiteclaw was taken aback. What did she just say?

"You…" he swallowed, "you're familiar with Sebastian Morgenstern?"

Adalyn nodded. "He was helping me."

Oh. The situation was worse than the Inquisitor thought. "Helping you? How so?"

"With my self-esteem. He," she brought her hands up to her mouth. She was blushing a little. "He made me feel wanted, and important."

Oh dear. Sebastian had time to mess with her mind. He wondered why he didn't just take her away the first time he saw her. "How did he do that?"

"He…" Adalyn blushed and turned away. "It's none of your business," she mumbled.

Inquisitor Whiteclaw stepped farther into the room. "No, it is our business. We need to know what he did to you. He was just using you, you know that, right?"

"No…" Adalyn felt crushed. Of course he was just using her. He wouldn't actually like her. No one likes her. She felt tears spring up in her eyes, but she pushed them back. "All we did was kiss! That's it, we didn't go any farther, and he wasn't pressuring me to. All he was, was nice."

The Inquisitor frowned. Were they talking about the right Sebastian? "Sebastian Morgenstern? The one in your room last night?"

Adalyn nodded fiercely.

Whiteclaw frowned. He didn't know what to do with this information. What was Sebastian trying to get out of this relationship?

He decided the best thing to do would be to contact those who know Sebastian the best to try to decode his motives.

A fire message was sent to Jace and Clary in minutes.

…..

"He's lonely."

Inquisitor Whiteclaw leaned forward. Did he hear that correctly? "Pardon?"

Clary adjusted the scarf around her neck. "Sebastian Morgenstern is lonely," she said with an air of finality.

Whiteclaw didn't believe it. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but, Sebastian Morgenstern, the most evil, devious, and dangerous person out there, collected somebody with unimaginable angelic power, because he wanted some company."

Jace nodded his head. "Yes. Remember back when he took me and put a bonding rune on me to make me think like he did?"

"Yes."

"Well, half of the reason for that was simply because he didn't want to be alone. I mean, think about it, he's out there, somewhere, by himself, with only a demon, and a small army of warriors without any personality. There's still some part of him that's human, and he gets lonely."

"Also, because she has angel blood in her, who knows how she got it, he is drawn to her just the same way he's drawn to me. That's why he goes so far out of his way to get to me. But here, he finds a ripe, juicy girl who creates the same draw to her as he gets to me, just ready for picking. She's ignorant of the Clave, knows nothing of his past, and all the horrors he's done. Of course he wants her. And he can act like a gentleman, believe me, he had me fooled when he played Sebastian Verlac. He's trying to get close to her, because he wants her to be with him. He doesn't understand love very well, but he does understand desire. She's just as good as me, but easier to get. And that's not counting the power she'll give him once she's completely fallen into his trap," Clary added.

…

Lilith had given Sebastian a special ring, which allowed him to transport anywhere he wanted within the dimension he was in. Sebastian decided then would be a great time to use that ring.

He had demonic runes which allowed him to watch what was going on with the shadowhunters. He watched the Inquisitor question Adalyn. As soon as he left, he twisted the ring and was transported in a flash into Adalyn's room.

Adalyn was beside herself to see him.

"Sebastian!" she exclaimed happily.

A little something in him warmed with the thought of someone finding him suddenly in her room a pleasant surprise, instead of a surprised followed by feelings of hate.

He put his finger too his lips. "Shhh, they can't know I'm here. I can only visit you for a little bit, then I have to go. But I want to make sure you were okay. They're not being mean to you?" He knew the Clave could be harsh, especially if they thought Adalyn was with him.

Adalyn shook her head, and the rush of relief that followed surprised him.

She climbed out of bed and moved to where he stood at the foot of it to embrace him. Sebastian hugged her back with such fierceness it surprised even him.

It seemed that day was full of surprises.

When she let go Sebastian grabbed her face between his palms, lifting it upward to face him. "I'm going to get you out of here. I'm going to get you back home. Don't you worry." He finished it off with a kiss on the nose.

He glanced at the door. The Inquisitor had to be talking to someone about what he got out of Adalyn by now.

Sebastian put a hand behind her head. "Listen, I'm going to leave now, but I'll be back soon. By tomorrow at the latest."

Adalyn nodded. She stretched up and planted a kiss on his mouth as a goodbye gift. She would be strong, if not for herself for head. She knew she had only met him a week and a half ago, but it seemed since then her life had been better. He made her happy.

Sebastian gave her one last squeeze before he ducked out the door, closing it firmly behind him.

…..

Sebastian peeked his head through the door of the Inquisitor's office just in time to watch him jump through a portal to the New York institute. From what it looked like, he was going into the library, probably to talk to Maryse.

Sebastian pictured the small alcove right outside the library door, and with a twist of his ring and a flash, he was there.

It was quite small, that little alcove, but it was hidden in the shadows, and was a great place to sit and listen to conversations going on in the vast library of the New York institute.

And shadows were important for hiding Sebastian. It didn't matter how much black he wore, his white hair still somehow always managed to catch light. It had gotten him caught by Valentine many time's when he was little.

He pulled his legs to his chest and hunched over, making sure his hair was in the darker of the shadows cast. He was wearing gear, for a few reasons; fighting, if it came to that, hiding, and there was no way he would fit if he were wearing jeans.

He peered out into the hallway leading to the library. To his surprise, it wasn't Maryse that walked in through the large, oak double doors, but his siblings. Clary, his dear sister, her fiery hair bouncing in its ponytail, went in first, followed by Jace.

He placed a hearing rune on and waited for them to start talking.

"I have gained some disturbing knowledge through my talk with the angel girl," started the Inquisitor. "It seems she is very familiar with Sebastian Morgenstern. In fact, I believe they are lovers.

Sebastian scoffed. Disturbing Knowledge. Fucking shadowhunter, he hated how stuck up they were. It was disturbing to them for someone with angel blood to feel any sort of positive feelings toward him. It could just be due to all of the things he's done in the past, but he had a feeling that it had more to do with his demonic heritage. For centuries they had hunted downworlders because they weren't like them. Even with the accords, there is still much prejudice. And they wondered why him and his father wanted to overthrow them, wipe the slate clean. They thought they were essential to the well-being of the world, but there had been a time before them, and he would show them that there could be a time after.

"I called you because I hoped you would be able to help me in discerning his intentions, since both of you had spent some time living with him."

Clary spoke up. "He's lonely."

Sebastian listen to the rest of the conversation with interest. He was surprised at how well his siblings knew him, and slightly disgusted at how they could twist even things he had done and planned with at least somewhat good intentions and make it seem as if he were the bad guy.

When it seemed pretty much wrapped up, he decided it was time he stepped in.

…..

Adalyn hated being left being. At first she assumed when Sebastian meant he had to go, he meant he was going to poof away back to his house, but when he left out the door, Adalyn grew suspicious.

She waited until his footsteps were almost gone, before sneaking out the door after him. She emerged just in time to see him disappear around the corner. She lightly padded down the hall after him.

She quietly followed him down some stairs, and watched him peek his head through the door to someone's office. Keeping her footing light, she walked up behind him, sneaking through the door of the office after him. She was surprised he didn't see her; his mind must had been preoccupied with something else.

He drew something on the wall with a strange glass stick, and a glassy circle appeared. It showed carpeted hallway leading to large oak double doors. He leaped through the circle, leaving the surface rippling. Just as it was about to close shut, Adalyn jumped through after him.

She felt as if she was being dissembled, piece by piece, and then all of the scattered parts of her body being slammed together again. It was not a pleasant feeling, and she almost blacked out.

When the darkness receded from her vision, she found herself in the same hallway she saw in the circle on the wall. Sebastian was forcing himself into a small alcove. Adalyn took the diversion created by himself and rushed around the corner of the hallway where she could be hidden from sight.

…..

Clary and Jace were just finishing their conference with the Inquisitor when no one other than Sebastian Morgenstern stepped through the doors.

The effect was immediate. All three of those under the Clave drew weapons and held them ready.

Sebastian put up his hands to try and calm them. "Whoa, whoa, I'm just here to talk. See?" he held up his hands so his shirt lifted up for them to see his bare belt. "I'm unarmed."

None of them relented and put their swords down. "How do we know you don't have a knife hidden in your boot?" Clary asked accusingly with a pointed look down at his shoes.

"Well, yeah, I do, but that's only for emergencies. I don't have any big weapons on me. I swear on the angel, I just came to talk."

The Inquisitor began to lower his seraph blade, but Jace and Clary knew his promises meant nothing.

"Look, I didn't come to fight. I mean, what are the odds, me and a small dagger against the three of you. Doesn't seem very practical, does it. So why don't you put those away, and we can have a conversation like normal, civilized people."

That got them to lower their weapons, but not without Jace muttering, "You're not a normal person, let alone civilized."

Sebastian smiled wolfishly. "There. Clarissa, I'm impressed with your ability to make anything I do sound evil malicious. I was not 'just getting close to her to make her fall into my trap.' You're right, I am lonely, endarkened don't make very good companions considering they don't have personalities, and I was merely looking for a companion. You snatched her away before I got to explain to her everything she's getting into."

"You weren't being honest with her. There's no way she could like your true self, for it's unlovable," Clary spat at him.

"That's not very nice, dear sister. Just because you have a hard time loving me doesn't mean everyone else will."

Jace piped up next. "Once she know's all you've done, she'll hate you. What you've done is unforgivable."

Sebastian frowned at them. "Oh, dear. This conversation isn't going the way I hoped. Let's not play Let's all Hate on Poor Sebastian. What I wanted to discuss was, yes, I'm lonely, and I want her back. I'm giving you a chance to hand her over before I storm your beloved city and kill you all and then take her, and we can ride off into the sunset on a war chariot so we don't get our designer shoes sticky with all the spilt shadowhunter blood on the ground."

The Inquisitor looked pale, but Clary went on, unaffected. "Sebastian, we need to keep what's best for her in mind to, that might be hard for you considering thinking about other people's needs goes against you nature, but, what if she doesn't want to be with you once she finds out who you are. I know how you are, and even if she doesn't, you won't let her go."

"If you explain what happened to her, she wont. 'And then meanie Sebastian came and killed everyone for his own selfish reasons, like he wants to be King of the World.'"

"That's kind of exactly what happened," Jace said dryly.
Sebastian shrugged. "Well, kind of. If we're talking about the Mortal War when I came and killed everyone, that wasn't just for my own selfish reasons. Mainly I was only doing it because Valentine told me to, and if I disobeyed him he beat me. And if we're talking about Burren, I didn't kill everybody..."

Clary cut in, "You did Turn a lot of innocent people, and that's basically killing them."

…..

Adalyn had her ear pressed to the door, listening in on the conversation. She felt sick.

She could tell right from the start that Sebastian had a shady past, but she had no idea how shady. He seemed so nice, but here he was talking about killing people as nonchalantly as one might discuss the weather.

She had just kissed a murder!

And not only that, she couldn't believe he hadn't told her. Yes, they hadn't known each other for very long, but he promised he wouldn't hurt her. He promised!

Although, she assumed his promises didn't mean much.

Every new revelation felt like a kick to the chest.

Who was he?

…..

"Yeah, but if we go back and look at why I was doing that, a lot of it is because of thing's I can't help. My demon blood, which makes it harder to make good choices, my upbringing, etc."

Jace had a look of disgust on his face. "So what you're trying to say is nothing you did was really your fault."

Sebastian shrugged again. "It kind of wasn't. Yeah, I did choose to make those choices, no one was forcing me, but unlike dear daddy dearest, I didn't just wake up one day and said 'today I am going to kill a bunch of shadowhunters.'" He paused. "Actually, I have done exactly that, but what I mean is I have a lot of factor's playing into why I did it."

"But you can't undo what you did," Clary said. "Just because you had a screwed up childhood and Valentine experimented on you and it turned out for the worst doesn't change anything you did. The people you killed still are dead."

"But it should change the amount of blame on me, and I'm not trying to change the things I've done, a side effect of the demon blood is I don't regret things, especially things like killing innocent children, like that Lightwood kid," Jace flinched, "but what I am trying to get at is if you explain it correctly, there's a possibility that she won't hate me afterward. In fact, she might pity me. I don't know why none of you do-"

Jace raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

Sebastian looked sincere. "Yeah, I don't. I would probably pity me if I wasn't the way I was, I mean, I don't know for sure. I'm kind of in a pity-less state at the current moment, and every moment since I was born to the day I die, but I can see reasons for other people to pity me."

Clary scoffed. "Sebastian," she said, "you are completely lost in your own world. I would suggest you get out of here, before I lose my temper and attack you."

"Wait," Sebastian put his hand out frantically for her to stop, "I'm not done yet. I feel like-" he was cut off as Isabelle walked in, her hand around Adalyn's arm, dragging her behind.

Adalyn looked near tears, and Sebastian felt a lump of dread settle in his stomach.

"I found a little sneaky-" Isabelle started, but cut herself off when she saw Sebastian. She dropped Adalyn's arm and uncurled her whip from her wrist, lashing it out at Sebastian.

Sebastian, who was leaning against an arm chair, stood up straight, startled. He jumped back, but not fast enough. Isabelle's whip sliced through his shirt and left a long red line across his chest. It soon began oozing blood, quickly soaking his clothes.

"Wait, stop!" he said, putting his hands out, but Isabelle wasn't about to listen to him. She had revenge on her mind.

She snarled and jumped after him. Sebastian ran behind Hodges old desk and flipped a chair out in Izzy's way. She leaped over it with ease. All of her training was paying off.

Jace ran in front of her and tried to stop her, but she just pushed him away.

Somewhere along the way, Sebastian had pulled out the dagger in his boot. He held it in front of him defensively. Isabelle ignored it and lunged for it again.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Sebastian saw her whip flying toward his neck, and in a moment of panic, he released his dagger. He was too good. The weapon met its mark, and embedded itself in her chest, just as her whip wrapped around Sebastian.

Isabelle dropped her whip, luckily for Sebastian, and it released its tension and dropped to his feet. An expression of shock was on her face as she fell to her knees, one of her hands went to her breast where the knife stuck. Blood began pouring out of the wound. Somewhere in the background someone screamed. Isabelle made one last gurgling noise before falling flat on her face.

She was dead.

Sebastian was shell shocked. He didn't mean to kill her, especially not in front of Adalyn. He started at her corpse, watched Jace and Clary swarm her. The Inquisitor, Sebastian forgot he was there, pointed a shaky finger at him and said something not very nice.

Adalyn, her face completely white, put a hand to her mouth. Sebastian and her locked eyes for a moment, his filled with sorrow, and hers betrayal. She turned and ran into the hallway, where she knelt and vomited up everything last thing in her stomach.

Sorry for killing Izzy, I love her, and I'm not even sure how that happened. I just started typing and then bam she was dead and I was like whoops. But I think I might keep it.

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