There weren't too many reviews on the last chapter but those that did seemed to like where things were going so I hope that the rest of you are feeling the same. As far as how often I will update I really cant be sure. My husband has some medical problems to where he has difficulty many days a week. When he is not doing well, writing is the last thing on my mind. When he has a good day, I am happy to work on this more.

Chapter 11

Jace wasn't bothered by boredom, he had watched humans for countless years and they are incredibly boring creatures, always so predictable. The guards had abandoned him long ago and he gave up on sitting docilely on the floor of the stone room. He went back over to the cage that once confined him and he bent and broke more of it until it resembled a chair with a twisted backrest. Jace was bending some of the leftover metal into a footrest when someone came and relieved him of his isolation.

"I had a feeling those demons were nothing more than a bunch of yellow bellied cowards," said a low but booming voice.

Jace looked up and spotted what he could only describe as a giant lumberjack donned in too worn jeans and a plain white t-shirt that barely stretched over his large biceps. His hair was dark and unkempt but in a way that humans seemed to like. He had a face like an angel under the shaggy growth of his thick beard.

"Lucian." Jace exclaimed as he got up to embrace his angelic brother but instead he was met with a hard frown and a quick nod of the head. Jace stopped immediately and sat back down. It had been a long time since he had seen his brother, and realization set in as Jace now understood why. Lucian was one of the fallen.

His stern frown faded as Jace retreated into his comically made chair.

"I guess that works better than the cage you were in," Lucian said as he gestured toward the mashed and twisted metal Jace sat on. "But it brings the point that everyone here is thinking."

Jace guessed the "everyone" part was in reference to all the demons and not everyone here in the deserted room.

"I'm not as worried as everyone else though." Lucian seemed to be talking to himself rather than to Jace. "I mean, you walked in here willingly. We all know you could simply walk out if you wanted, but what purpose would that serve? We would simply take it out on Clary and now that she's human….." Lucian trailed off and for the first time since he entered the room, truly looked like the demon he had become.

Jace stood then, no longer caring if he was met with a glare. "We had a deal that she is not to be bothered!"

Lucian smirked, "And that is precisely why I am sure that we will not have any troubles from you." He didn't even wait for a reaction from Jace. He simply crossed the room and left, closing the door roughly behind him.

Jace sat back down in the chair and put his hands in his long golden hair. His head dipped between his knees as he worked on slowing his breathing. He had never thought in a million years that they would make her into a human again. Jace had wanted her to be free from their control but he had been stupid not to think what that would actually mean. Of course she would be a human now, and there was nothing he could do to help her. Humans were incredibly fragile and now his dabeo was stuck in a cruel world with no powers, no friends, and no angel by her side. What had he done?

G&G

Clary looked behind her as she ran through the exit and she was relieved to see that she hadn't been followed. The demon had seeked her out after hearing of her freedom and while he had been slightly helpful, Clary had to remind herself that others might not be so inclined next time. She was only human afterall.

There was no time to go back to her crappy apartment, and really other than a handful of sleezy clothes, there wasn't much there for her anyways. She needed to get somewhere safe. A place where other demons couldn't come looking for her. A place where she could sleep off this hangover and then start over with a level head on how the hell she was supposed to get an angel out of hell. There was only one place in her mind that would do, she said a slight thanks to being drunk because there was no way she would have the nerve to set foot in a church while sober.

Clary marched up the steps with confidence but wavered with a shaking hand at the large gilded handle that waited a mere inch from her fingertips. Maybe there was something melodramatic inside her that still loved torture, even if it was just her torturing herself. She had gone to the eldest church in the city. It was dwarfed on either side by large skyscrapers but inside the lot it was as if time had frozen. It was made of large stone blocks with sharp angles and stone faces looking down at her. It wasn't a warm and fuzzy church where you could feel the warmth and love of heaven wash upon you when you entered. This was the cold, avenging, don't fuck up church that Clary needed.

She exhaled slowly as time seemed to freeze and she grabbed the handle of the door. Time, the ever-constant essence it is, suddenly hurried to catch back up to where it should have been. There was a rush of movement and when Clary breathed in again she looked around to take in her surroundings. She wasn't in an entryway to a church as she had expected. It was as if touching the door had teleported her to a differently place all together. In front of her stood an angel, she had seen Jace approach enough times to know what it was like to have an angel before her. It was lit behind him so she couldn't make out the face, but the only thing she could tell was this was not her angel.

"Clarissa." The voice purred, and Clary noted that her spoken name no longer reverberated inside her as it had when she was a demon. She missed that.

"You are most welcomed here. It feels good to finally see you and be seen. It is as if we have known each other for years, yet now I must introduce myself to you. Forgive me for it is strange." The figure stepped forward and the light changed, instead of coming from behind the man it seemed to come from within, giving him a soft glow and illuminating his features.

His hair was black as ink, just like Jonathan's but nothing like it at the same time. Jonathan's seemed unnatural and wrong where as this was just the opposite, it was exactly right. His skin was tanned with a yellow tint and his eyes were silted and green, looking exactly like that of a cat. There was a thin line of what appeared to be purple glitter above each set of long black lashes and somehow it made him all that more approachable. There was a strange sense of familiarity even though Clary knew she had never before met this angel.

"I am Magnus." The angel said with an overly necessarily low bow.

"Where am I?" Said Clary, noting but not caring about the angel's name. She wasn't in the mood to play nice with everyone, only those that could help her, and she wasn't even sure what kind of help she could even use.

"You are in heaven." The angel said simply with a smile.

"Shit, I knew that church was a bad idea. So what, was I electrocuted? Maybe just disintegrated for even having the balls to approach something so holy?" Clary rambled on and Magus just let her. It wasn't until she quit talking and looked at the angel expectantly before he spoke.

"You have not been electrocuted or disintegrated. I know that you are female and have not been given the testicles of a male human; however, I have seen that some are having procedures done to give them testicles. I did not see this performed on you but it does not matter to me as long as you are happy in your human shell. You are not dead, but you are in a heaven. More specifically, you are in a holding or waiting terminal. Churches for angels are portals between the heavens and earth. You are not an angel yet the portal moved you as if you were. I do not know why. I find it most interesting."

Magus smiled at Clary while she just blinked slowly while staring. It had been a long time since Jace had been so literal; Clary would have to remember to be more direct when she spoke next.

"Why am I in heaven?" Clary asked, it was like playing an annoying game to figure out what kind of questions to ask to get the answers she was looking for.

"You are in heaven because the church identified you as an angel. You are not an angel so I do not know why it decided that you were. I believe it has something to do with your dabeo pairing. You have angel in you now, perhaps it was enough for the portal to sense." Magnus answered, at least he had elaborated rather than a short simple answer.

"Why are you here?" Clary asked, hoping she wouldn't be given a stupid answer.

"I am an angel, I live in heaven." Magnus replied.

Stupid answer Clary thought to herself.

Magus frowned and seemed to rethink his answer. "I am here to meet you as I have observed you many times. I am a brother to Jace and he spoke of you often when he was banished from your side. He watched you often and I would come and talk with him and watch you as well. It is like I have met you before even though I have not."

"Can you help me?" Clary whispered. She didn't want to think about Jace sadly watching her from heaven, simply waiting for years and years for Clary to change her mind and let him back into her life. She didn't want to think of him and his beautiful golden face and hair, sitting on some damn cloud or some shit like that, looking sad and then Magnus coming along to pat him on the back and tell him that it would all be ok. Clary felt guilty and that wasn't very fucking helpful.

"I cannot." Magus said and the words seemed to shatter Clary's already broken heart.

"Why not?" She said with reigned in rage, tears were springing up in her eyes, a confused mixture of guilt and anger and devastation.

"Jace is an angel. He cannot be confined to hell while he is still an angel. He is either a demon now or he stays because he wishes it. I cannot help a demon leave hell, nor can I make him wish to leave."

Clary really didn't know what to do now. Demons wouldn't help her and angels couldn't. She wasn't sure if Jace was a demon or just taking a vacation in hell, but she was sure there was more to it than either of those options. As a demon he would be free to walk the earth and if he couldn't be confined to hell he would technically be free as well. Jonathan had said he was in a cage, and he also said the infernal had only pardoned her to keep her out of hell. If an angel could walk into hell, what about a human that had been mistaken by heaven for an angel?

"Magnus?" Clary said, a sudden idea flashing through her mind like a bolt of lightning.

"Yes?" He said with a smirk, almost as if he knew exactly what had gone through her mind.

"How do angels get into hell?"