Hey guys! I spent 5.5 hours today writing this so please, you guys, leave comments so I can know that I'm doing a good job. Also, I want to know what your favorite parts are...what makes you happy...what makes you mad/sad...I REALLY want to know! P.S. There is a little almost X rated between Jace and Ceto so if it bothers you, you can skip it and still understand the gist of the scene. Thanks! P.P.S Dopo il Sogno is from Gunslinger Girl!

Santa Maria

Ascolta, dolce María Ridonami ti prego il mio sorrioso

Ah, sí. Del mio camino sí la propizia stella pervenir teco bella sera la morte a me.

Ascolta, salve María, suo duol suoi tristi Accenti oda il tuo pietoso cor.

A te, che benedetta fra tutte sei María. Voli la prece mio purra sinnalzi a te.

Ascolta, Santa María Ridonami ti prego il mio calma.

Allanima che Anella di ricovrarti in braccio.

Deh! Rompi, María. Il laccioche le impedesce il voi.

Ascolta, dolce María.

Suo duol suoi tristi accenti oda il tuo pietoso cor.

Ascolta, dolce María. -Dopo il Sogno

The girl led Jace into the room where Ceto resided. When the door opened, the same dubious smoke that was leaving one of the previous rooms was now emanating from this room. Once the door was shut turned around and listened. The air was flat and stifling; any human would have trouble breathing.

"Veni, sorores! Nostri prandium ades!" As she spoke, her sisters came flooding out of the room with the smoke with them. "Epulamur sanguis angelorum hac nocte!" At once, their eyes' pupils changed to slits and their teeth morphed into two rows of razor sharp daggers for their canines.

Meanwhile, the room Jace was in was filled with the smell of blood, ichor, and something extremely sweet scented. The first two options should have warned him, but whatever the third smell was, it dulled his senses and his decision making skills. The room was extremely spacious. Four large walls with various kinds of torture tools and the ceilings were so high that it echoed perfectly. The walls were a burnt lavender and there was a large mirror behind an altar that had a book the size of the Codex on it. Next to the altar, was a few buckets filled with unknown fluid. Although, Jace could tell that a few had to be filled with ichor, not that he cared.

Nothing mattered when he saw Ceto. She had light brown hair with a few grays despite her youthful appearance and beauty. She also was wearing a dark-red dress that had steel buttons and a belt to match. She had golden armlets around her forearm and biceps that were connected to each other by a dark red ribbon rimmed with gold. On her forearms, she had tiger lily adept sleeves that were dark purple and faded to burgundy. She also held a golden staff in her hand that at the top was a place holder. Inside that holder, was a shining light-blue crystal and around that was vertical standing halo that was equipped to the staff. On the halo, emerald, ruby, and sapphire gems were encrusted onto it and made her seem even more grandiose. She lied on a dark-red carpet and was smoking a kiseru that emitted the sweet smelling and intoxicating vapor.

"What are you asking for, nephilim?" Ceto said. She puffed a smoke ring.

"I need help..." Jace's eyes were dilated and his train of thought was very hazy at best.

"With...? I can take care of your needs..."

"Clary..."

"Who?" Ceto leaned in to hear him. "Child, I cannot understand you. Why not come closer, hm? Lie down with me. Here on the carpet."

Jace felt conflicted but obeyed. "Clary...she's...hurt."

"Hurt how? What is her significance? Is she nephilim?"

"Her mind...the Silent Brothers..."

"Oh~….I see. Come closer...lie your head down on my chest." And so he did.

"I'll grant you a favor...for a favor~"

"Hmm...like what?" Jace said.

"Kiss me." Jace brought his head up. Ceto leaned down and pressed her lips to his. She gasped in ecstasy. "Touch me..." And so he did. He brought his hand up to her neck and pulled her down beneath him, kissing her harder.

"Touch me too..." He said. That was all the permission she needed. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, groping him in areas that only he and his parents should have touched. He could have sworn that there was an arm touching his butt, but he knew that both of her arms were around his neck, as far as his impaired mind could tell him. She began to move his hands for him, placing one of his hands under her dress and near her butt and another in her inner thighs.

"Follow your instincts..." She said. "...and me..." She began to work on the zipper of his jeans, slowly wiggling her thin fingers downwards.

Jace moaned orgasmically and quietly.

"Good things come to those who wait..." Jace said as he removed her hand from his boxers. Even though he was impaired, he still had that uncanny wittiness to him.

"Sorry," she said. "I don't like to wait!" In an instant, he was launched off of her body and flung against a wall. When he hit the floor, all he saw was white. He truly, didn't know what had hit him. Once he forced his eyes open, he saw Ceto in the day of light. Her eyes, no longer the emerald green they once were, were now a blazing teal with slit pupils. The teeth that his tongue rubbed against were now blades that were ready to destroy whatever they could clamp down upon. Her adept sleeves became serpents as well as her hair that he had so delicately held recently. A scream emerged from her throat and Jace lurched from the ground, fixing his clothes and pulling leliel from his pocket.

"I now see through your illusion, hag!" Jace said.

"Where was that when I had you wrapped around my little finger!?" She screamed in a demonic voice with overtones.

Serpents shot from her arms and knocked leliel from his hand and threw him across the room again. Jace was winded by her blows.

Jace pulled out another seraph blade, Nuriel. Ceto's snake arms receded and she held up the seraph blade as a message to Jace. He darted to ward her, plunging his blade directly into her core. He looked up at her, but all she did was smile. With a grunt, she whipped her blade at him, successfully scarring his stomach as he dodged gracefully. She picked up her kiseru near her feet and smoked it, causing her to heal exceptionally fast. Faster than any iratze could have. A serpent from her hair lifted up a bucket of ichor and chucked it at him, in vain though as he dodged it skillfully. The serpents began to throw the remaining buckets of ichor, Jace dodging to the best of his ability and silently cursing himself for not having on gear.

She screeched once more, and her serpents jutted out towards Jace, one hitting him in the gut and knocking him senseless.

Jace saw stars for a moment and realized that this may be the first time that he knows for sure he will not win the fight...let alone make it out unscathed.

Ceto walked towards him, using her real arms to yank him up and push him against the wall. With one hand now, she held him there by the collar of his shirt, he was to exhausted to move.

"All you had to do was..." She laughed to herself. "All you had to do was me!" She pushed him harder against the war. "Now...I will feed you to my hungry babies." She said as the snakes in her hair hissed in agreement.

"Heh! I knew you just loved being cocky." At that moment, Jace forced her other hand into his crotch with his left hand and elbowed her in the head with his right. She fell straight to the ground, ichor trickling from her head.

Jace received his seraph blades and headed out of the door when he was met with a group of hissing girls with slit pupils and razor teeth. He raised his seraph blades, the monsters backing away in fear. Jace pushed through them and jumped from the side of the staircase headed for the luckily open door.

"Claudite iam!" The girl who led him hear called. And the doors obeyed their master and shut, locking Jace in. He dashed to the right, seeing an open door to the supposed parlor room where the gauntlet of clay men were. He locked the door behind him and using his stele, placed a seal rune on it to keep it closed. He could hear the girl shouting in Latin for the door to open but it did not know whether to obey the girl or Raziel, therefore staying in it's original state of being closed by the rune.

Inside, a girl with a light-blue satin night gown came to Jace and hugged him.

"Save me!" She said. "Save me from the monsters." The child began to cry. The child had pink hair with blue tips which to Jace was the most peculiar thing about her.

"What is your name?" Jace asked, hoping to calm the girl.

"Maria..." She said.

"Maria, everything is going to be fine." As soon as she began to cool down, the ravenous girls began to screech and claw at the door, scaring the girl. As she climbed up his body to be held, Jace lost his balance, knocking over a soldier in the process. When he looked, he realized that it was stone painted to look like clay.

"Gorgons..." Jace whispered. Then, he heard a hissing sound in his ear, where the child was hiding her head. The child jumped off of his body and faced him. Her hair now snakes and her eyes slit and her teeth razors. Jace knew this would end badly for him.