Original Author's Note: I AM SO SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME! Exams and mock exams are relentless. I am so sorry and I hope you accept this long chapter as my apology gift to you. Also, warning for graphic themes in this chapter.

Experiments

When Jocelyn walked back into the manor, smiling and breathless, she had been handed a restless Jonathan and a kiss from an apologetic husband who barely waited until she was inside the house before he walked out of the door. Sighing, she tried to awkwardly shrug her gear jacket off whilst Jonathan shifted restlessly in her arms. When she had finally been able to manage that task, she had been faced with the much more daunting one of setting her son to sleep, alone. She was barely able to make it into her own bed when sleep took her, the revelations of the day spinning around her head.

She was awoken barely two hours later by a wailing cry.

She sat bolt upright in the bed, open mouthed with astonishment and relief. That must be Jonathan. She padded silently to the nursery in awe that Jonathan was finally crying. Maybe she really was wrong. Maybe she really had been sick and-

Disappointment and despair filled her as she looked into the crib. Jonathan was sleeping soundly, a pink fist stuffed into his mouth. The pain of that realisation felt like the first time she had looked into his eyes, and she had to hold the doorframe and blink back tears as she regained control of herself. Breathing in deep breaths, she turned to walk back to her bedroom when she heard the cry again, for louder and longer this time. Dread coiled in her stomach as she realised where the cry was coming from.

She scooped up a witchlight as she walked down the stairs, past the ground floor, to the place in the manor she had not visited in at least a year. Jocelyn pushed on the handle of the basement door as the cries reached a crescendo.

She scrabbled for the brick in the wall that concealed where the key was placed, noting distantly that it was much looser than it had been the last time she had been here. The cries cut out suddenly, and Jocelyn almost broke the key in the door in her fright and shock. Her knees were trembling and her mouth was dry, but so were her eyes. She opened the door and let the witchlight flare out from between her fingers.

What hit her first was the smell, the awful perfume of corpses and body ablutions, blood and decay. She choked and blinked, raising her hand higher. She immediately regretted that action.

Jocelyn would never know how she did not throw up or pass out at the sight before her. What used to be an innocent wine cellar had been hollowed out and extended, and ghastly sharp metal bars created crude cells with things in them. She walked down and along the place slowly. The first few contained demon creatures bound with electric chains, so still that she wasn't sure if they were alive or dead. Her eyes focused on paper tacked next to the cells covered in Valentine's meticulous handwriting, detailing the species and what had been done to them. The cries she had heard must have come from one of them. She forced herself to keep walking. There was a slight break in-between the cells she had just seen and others, cells made this time from different materials. Cells detailing crimes much, much worse. Jocelyn had to bite down onto her hand to keep from screaming as she looked around.

These cells contained Downworlders, all in various states of dying and death. Vampires with their heads held down in what must have been holy water in cells covered in holy markings. Werewolves in chains and cells of silver, bodies disfigured and in some cases completely disintegrated. Faeries who had been bound to chairs of cold iron, the agony of torture clear in eyes that could have been dead or alive. Somehow Jocelyn was able to see this and read the notes accompanying each cell, dictating how long it had taken for these creatures to die and what Valentine had done to them. Jocelyn had to clutch the wall as she read how he had burned the skin off of one poor vampire to see whether there was a point where they could no longer regenerate. There didn't seem to be, so Valentine had drowned the vampire in holy water.

Jocelyn stumbled back to the door, feet catching in stones and substances she didn't want to know the names of. She slipped and pulled a notebook off the wall in her efforts to stay upright. She didn't want to know what it contained, she couldn't handle any more, but an instinct she couldn't control made her flip to the front.

Valentine Morgenstern

After my other experiments (see notes A1 through to A10) I was reading about the abilities it would allow me to have and I stumbled across information about demonic ichor. "The blood of demons will work as an amplifier of the powers Shadowhunters are naturally born with." Q1767,H.S.S. Naturally I read up on all of the information about this I could and have decided to try this on myself.

I1-Taken just after midday. Nothing happened except illness and shaking for approximately 94 minutes after injection. No other side effects. Will try again.

I2-I tried taking this in the morning, before food. Illness occurred again, worse this time, and a headache accompanied it for the entire day. Will try once more. If effects stay the same, I will cease this experiment.

I3-There was no change in symptoms.

I have decided, after further reading and my results, that I am too old for the demonic ichor to affect me. For the results described in my research, I conclude that it must be given to a young child-preferably one as yet unborn.

There was a heading on the page next to this one with a name Jocelyn had to reread twice.

Jocelyn Morgenstern

Pregnant. I have concluded that at this current moment in time she is currently at 5 weeks gestation. The time period from 1 week to 12 weeks are the most crucial in a child's development. I will begin the injections from tonight, and they will be given to her daily for maximum effect.

I1-No ill effects. J.M slept throughout the night, although she had illness this morning. Could be unrelated to injection, but I have not ruled it out.

Jocelyn read on, fingers trembling and her mind screaming as the first few weeks of her pregnancy were described. How had he known her symptoms, especially as he had barely in the house at the time?

I21-J.M suffering from nightmares, tells me they're about the baby. Sign that the child is changing, and I think that the experiment is working. No visible changes in her, but the child is what concerns me.

Jocelyn was shaking so hard that it was a wonder she could read the words written on the pages.

I110-Today the child moved for the first time. It is early according to most research. This means that the baby is developing well and rapidly. J.M has slight physical changes of breast size and stomach size.

The words were burning themselves into Jocelyn's brain. She was whimpering unknowingly, blood running down her chin from her biting into her lip.

I199-Today J.M showed signs of increased power. Emotions were stronger, and when confronted she moved at a speed much faster than her usual pace. She was physically stronger too-I had to restrain her and sedate her with magic to make her forget. If this is what she is like with the injections, what will the child be like? The possibilities are astounding.

I120-Last night, whilst J.M was sleeping, I heard the child's heartbeat, stronger than any human heart, truly sounding the beginning of a new generation of Shadowhunters, the blood of angels and demons mixed to produce powers beyond any previously imagined possible. Experiment is working well.

Jocelyn's mind raced back to events she thought were dreams, to memories of a man with eyes like a shark's. Of a paranoia and fear she had dismissed as being her imagination.

I230-Due to the stress and illness of J.M, I have decided to decrease the frequency of the injections from daily to every two days. It is also to slow the child's development slightly to allow it to recover.

How days would be either clear or muddled without an in-between, she had attributed it to grief…

I252-Nightmares for J.M as usual, but this could also be because of emotional trauma. Child's feet and hands visible when it moves.

This was the last injection given. Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern was born at 32 weeks gestation, healthy and wonderful. Mother recovering, but may have post-natal depression. Treating her with remedies and magic.

Notes continued in Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.

Jocelyn lifted other notebooks from behind the door, but there was nothing she could find relating to Jonathan. She numbly placed all notebooks back and left the cellar, replacing the key exactly where it had been before walking back upstairs. She went into the nursery and stared down at her sleeping child, the child with more demon blood running through his veins than her own. Watching his tiny chest rise and fall, she thought about what she had just discovered and matched it with everything she had ever known about Valentine. Internally, realisations and discoveries were made, but outwardly Jocelyn's expression did not change. As the sun rose, Jocelyn went back into her room and meticulously dressed and cleaned the blood off of her face and hands.

When Valentine arrived home, his wife rose to greet him with a smile and green eyes as clear and dangerous as shards of glass.

Oh Jocelyn. I hope you liked this chapter! Please review (I love any comments!). The next chapter will not take as long to update and should be here next week. Thanks for reading!