I looked between those two. Yep, it was there - those two definitely knew each other.

"So you're a Shadowhunter's pet now?" Camille growled.

Magnus didn't answer.

Isabelle cleared her throat.

"You murdered Shadowhunters, therefore you made a crime against the Clave. You will go to our Institute's sanctuary for the time being, until we get further orders from the Clave."

Camille glared at Magnus.

"So that's it? You're gonna let them kill me?"

"You brought this on yourself." answered Magnus sadly.

His hands flashed blue and he started chanting some Latin crap. Ah, he's making a portal. I tightened my grip on Camille. Bitch ain't going anywhere.

After Magnus was done, we walked through the portal. It was quite unpleasant experience. It felt like going deep underwater. Not a fan.

So the Sanctuary was dark and gloomy, and Jace chained Camille to a nearby wall. She hissed in pain when the handcuffs touched her skin. Ha.

"Jace, help me get dad to the infirmary." Alec said supporting Robert. He was barely standing.

When two parabatai left, Izzy said she needed to talk to her mother so she could notify the Clave. Eventually, there was only me and Magnus left outside Camille's cell.

"Want to tell me about it?" I started.

"No."

"Just tell me..."

"No."

"...who is she to you?"

He sighed.

"You're extremely annoying."

"So I've been told. Spill."

"She was my girlfriend once."

I stared at him blankly.

"You mean like me, right? Like a girl. That is your friend."

"We're not friends." he looked to the door behind me. "And I mean she was my girlfriend."

Oh. Princess Magenta plays for both teams. Interesting.

"I need to talk with her. What can you tell me about her?"

He gave me a weird look.

"Why do you want to talk to her?"

"It's personal." I sighed.

"You've been on Earth for what? Two days? It's not personal, you don't know her, just leave it be."

What an ass. I bet if he didn't knew her the way he did he would just go 'meh' , and tell me everything.

"I can't explain it. If you don't have anything to tell me, you should know that I'm going in anyway."

He leaned on a nearby wall.

"Look, I know Camille. She's manipulative, so he will have some choice words to tick you off. Just be careful with your temper."

I smiled genuinely.

"Thanks, Princess."

I entered the cell not waiting for his response. Camille sat there a bit dirty, bloody from her injury, but her hair looking perfect. How does she does it?

"Hey, Camy" I fake smiled. "Hope you're comfy."

She turned to me.

"They let rats in their Institutes? Figures."

"Well they chained the said rat, so they don't have anything to worry about." I stood in front of her. "You know what I want."

"I couldn't care less about what you want."

"Oh, honey." I laughed, taking a blade out of my jacket. "You'd be surprised about what you will tell me."

"You can't kill me." she eyed the blade, that glowed faintly. "The Clave didn't give you orders yet."

I laughed.

"Don't know if you noticed, but I'm not a Nephilim, their rules don't abide to me. The whole Clave can go screw themselves, I'm getting what I came here for."

Her eyes widened. I held all the cards, and she knew that.

"I can't help you." she said finally.

"Yes you can. She's not here, so you're safe. Tell me where Lilith is."

"You foolish mundane!" she snapped. "You know nothing. Nothing! You may be here in front of me, but I still fear her more then I fear you!"

I put my face close to hers.

"You know what I am, don't you? I can find a way to kill her. Permanently."

"You think you're something special." she growled. "Don't you think I haven't noticed how the demonic poison didn't have an effect on you. As a mundane, you should be already dead."

"I think of myself as a rockstar." I smirked.

"The whole Prophecy is nothing. You're nothing. You're not special. No, you're just empty. Want to know how not normal you are? You're nothing more then a shell of a human. You may think your immunity comes from your so called destiny, but inside... You're already dead."

You're already dead.

Yeah sure, I died when I was an infant, but...

What am I exactly?

The door opened. Maryse, Isabelle and Alec came in.

"What is a mundane still doing here?" asked Maryse she turned to Alec. "Remove her from the Institute grounds immediately."

"Don't bother." I glanced at Camille. "I was just leaving anyway."

Magnus stayed at the Institute for an 'interrogation' as Maryse put it. He gave me the keys, so I came back to his apartment on my own.

You're already dead.

Camille's words were sinking into my head, clouding my mind. I mean, I noticed how Magnus' magic didn't affect me. And that demon really put up a nice effort to poison me. I thought it was just the way it is. In Purgatory it was. Now I didn't know.

Chairman sat on my knees while I petted him.

My mind was drifting to Castiel. He told me how important this is, how I have the power to stop the fricking end of the world, but will I? I mean.. Can I?

I heard a small flap. I turned my head towards the sound only to see Cas standing in Magnus' living room. I was too tired mentally to be surprised.

"You saved the Shadowhunter."

"Uh huh."

"Lilith failed to break this seal."

"Yeah."

"You did your job as expected."

I didn't answer.

"I sense you are having controversial emotions."

I stared at his blank eyes.

"What am I?"

He looked confused. Well, as confused as an Angel can be.

"You are a Mundane."

"I'm not normal."

"Well not one Mundane had ever gone to the Purgatory, but..."

"That's not what I meant." I stood up. Chairman made an unpleasant sound. "A warlock's magic didn't work one me. Today a demon's poison didn't affect me."

"You are certainly one of the kind. The Prophecy says that a Mundane's abilities would be extraordinary. Beyond the abilities of Nephilim. I believe that immunity is just one of your traits." he paused. I noticed his eyes darting around the room. Cas frowned. "I must go."

"Wait, wha..." but he was already gone. Why won't he give me straight answers?

I was pretty tired, so I took a quick shower and went to sleep.

"Hey Simon. I'm at Magnus right now, and I've no idea how to work this thing. I think Magnus' friends on his contact list will think he is babysitting a five year old." I said to the phone. "I can only hope it really is you, because he had your number under 'Sherlock.' I need help with computers, and I think you could help me. Call this number, this is Magnus' house number. So yeah. Call when you can. Bye."

I woke up the next morning only to find Magnus gone again. That, or he didn't even came back yesterday.

I decided I have enough problems with Lilith, angels and Camy-bitch, so I just decided 'NO MORE.'

I mean, I wanted a normal life. Well part of me did. Heck, Stephen risked everything for me to have a normal life.

So I'm decided to have a day out.

In other words, I contacted Isabelle through great effort (Whoever created telephones should've made it simpler) and she told me that us girls (She, me and Clary) are gonna have a normal day out. No bitch-faces, no boys, just a normal fun night, that normal people like to have.

Well that didn't work out as I planned.

Apparently shopping is one of Izzy's favorite things to do.

She dragged me and Clary through various shops, and let me tell you, there were a lot. Oh, and Isabelle took her time choosing clothes. And not just for her. Us too.

"What do you think of this one?" she showed me some blue dress. I just watched her through my glasses. When Clary saw them, she didn't comment.

"It's fine."

" 'Fine' is not 'perfect'." she gave a dress to the clerk for like a tenth time. "We need another one."

"Oh come on Iz." said Clary with a pained expression. Oh, I feel ya, girl. "Where are we even going to go?"

Izzy gave her a pointed look.

"I was thinking Pandemonium."

"We're going to Hell?" I asked surprised.

"No.." she sighed. "It's a club full of mundanes and Downworlders." she took another dress. "Try this one."

I groaned, but obeyed.

The whole shopping took our whole time. When it was evening we were ready to go to the place where 'Mundanes and Downworlders mingle'.

I looked like a clown.

I was wearing a bright red dress, my lips were a deeper shade of red, my hair was done to a neat bun, and I was wearing flat dark shoes. Isabelle tried to make me put on shoes that looked like a medical instrument, rather then a footwear. I think she called them heels. When I broke a few she shut up and gave me more normal shoes.

Pandemonium didn't look like the Pandemonium.

I saw lots of mundanes and a few Downworlders. Eventually Izzy went dancing, and Clary got a call from her mother, so I was alone in this MySpace wannabe.

I slipped through the back door. The whole club was too much for me.

Great timing, Ama.

Because outside the club there was a couple practically making out. Wait. No. They were close, face to face, but they weren't touching. In fact, the guy was somewhat dark and gloomy, with a hood, while the woman had a terrified expression.

I got closer.

"This isn't real. You're not real. You're dead! I watched you die." cried out the woman.

"Yes, my dear Lorel. You indeed watched me die, and did nothing." the figure growled.

The woman chocked and fell to the ground. Dead.

I came closer. The figure turned to me.

I was speechless.

It was the Djinn from Purgatory.