Clary frowned at Isabelle. Jace had left to go to work hours before, and Isabelle had thought it was the perfect time to drop by and tell Clary what she was doing wrong with her life.

"Clary, you have to take him," Isabelle sighed. "He's getting his memories back, and soon enough, he'll remember himself as a Dark Faerie, and he won't know why, only that it was your fault. He needs to know what happened."

"Why don't you take him then?" Clary asked sharply. "I don't want him to have his memories back. He'll either feel terrible, or he'll go back to the way he was. I don't want that, Iz."

Isabelle wrapped her pale hand around Clary's. "Clarissa," she breathed. "You can't prevent this. It takes decades to travel across the Light to the Dark Realm. He will die soon, he might have another sixty years at most. He'll be ninety years old trying to fight his way through the Darkness. You'll be alone with Raphael."

Clary pulled her hand away. She knew Isabelle was right. They had maybe three weeks to decide before Jace would die on the mission. Jace being twenty-eight only had so long to travel through the Realms. It was millions of miles long, no teleportation allowed.

"I know," Clary sighed, raking a hand through her hair. Her hand was covered in thin scars, and she knew her back from whip marks was much worse. After Raphael had found out about her low pain tolerance to whips, it was all he used on her, sometimes kicking her right where the bleeding scar was left.

"So are you going to take him?" Isabelle asked. "I couldn't care less, but it's important to know what your decision is."

Clary bit her lip. A human had never gone through the Darkness before, and it could kill him. But he wanted it, and she was selfish enough to wish for him to remember their love. He would die anyways, and sixty years was nothing compared to the millions of years a fairy lived.

"Give me a week," Clary murmured.

Once Upon a Time (73 B.C)

Jace watched as faeries flitted into the castle, giggling with glee. He must've taken hundreds of horses into stalls, some large and dangerous, others small and sweet. A sadness was buried deep inside himself.

It was the day of Clary's wedding.

Now, she was not only going to be physically and mentally abused, but sexually as well. Their marriage would consummated tonight, and Raphael would find out she was no longer a virgin. The thought sent chills down Jace's spine.

"Are you all right?"

The voice stunned Jace. It was the Seelie Queen. He had presumed she would never speak to someone as low class as him, especially on the day of her daughter's wedding.

"Tired," Jace replied, "My lady."

"Yes," the Queen said, "and there are other things as well." Another villager handed a horse to Jace, and the Queen walked beside him as they went to go put the horse in a different stable. This one was full.

This stable was more worn, the paint peeling, and wood chipped. Clary had said it was her favorite, because it was original, and old, and beautiful.

Jace put the horse in, slamming the wood door shut. The horse let out a grunt, shaking its head. Jace grinned softly at its antics.

The Queen put a hand on his shoulder, and he turned. Her eyes looked upon him with pity. "You are in love with my daughter," she sighed.

Jace stumbled backwards, almost tripping over a bucket filled with water. "I-I can explain."

"There is no need," the Queen replied waving a hand. "Both of my sisters fell in love. I came to offer my condolences."

Jace swallowed thickly. He hated the word condolences. It made it seem as if Clary was dead. Jace supposed she was, because without love and without happiness, what is life? Depression?

Jace looked down. "She's not dead," he replied.

"No," The Queen replied. "But you nearly are." Jace looked up in confusion. Faeries didn't die unless they were attacked. Instead, the pad of her thumb swiped under his eye. "You have bags and blue colors, Stable Boy. You've turned lanky, my son's clothes don't fit anymore. You haven't talked to my daughter in two weeks. She's distressed."

"It is safer that way," he replied. "Her husband is abusive." He shivered as he said so. Clary was innocent and beautiful. She was a flame, wild, but keeping others warm and comforted at the same time. She was too kind to spend the rest of her days imprisoned by her husband.

The Queen sighed, drawing her thumb away. She sat on a stack of hay. Her hair was similar to Clary's, a red color, but instead of a mixture of orange and red, the Queen's was auburn. "I know," she whispered. "Kaelie, my other daughter whom you have met, does not like Clarissa. My lost husband always prefered Clarissa as his favorite daughter, and it made Kaelie terribly jealous. When you are forced to marry, the other sister forced to marry chooses the marriage. Raphael was Kaelie's revenge."

Jace felt hatred swelling in his heart, a pit of anger burning his stomach, his blood rushing through his veins fast, so terribly fast. How it was possible to hate the girl that caused this more than than the man that did the doing, Jace did not know. He only knew that he did.

A sister betrayed another sister. The other probably chose someone fitting while the one chose an abuser.

"Careful," the Queen warned, "Your wings are turning darker. My daughter shall be the death of you, boy. I must go. It is important Clarissa wears the proper undergarments."

Jace's stomach twisted. He should be the only one to see in her beloved undergarments. He was the only one who loved her in this way, so it was only logical that he should be the only one.

The Queen left with a pitying smile, her purple dress trailing behind her. Jace bit his lip, looking down. After his wave of anger, all that was left was sadness.

A lone tear slipped down his cheek.

A twig snapped, echoing through the barn. Jace turned slowly, keeping his eyes level with the ground.

His eyes looked upon green shoes, and a white dress draped over them, nearly covering them completely. They were heels. It was tradition for only the bride to be dressed in white, though he knew Clary would be rebellious in some way, hence the the green shoes. He looked up to see Clary.

Her hair was tied to the side in an intricate braid. Roses made of red hair littered throughout the braid. There was no makeup on her face, but she did not look the same. Her eyes were at least three shades darker, a haunted look in them.

"You never came to see me," she said, her voice strong. "Why?"

Jace looked away, swallowing thickly. He forced back tears. It seemed as if once he and Clary had admitted their love, tears became part of the relationship as well. They had spent so much time mourning what would come, and yet they were happier together.

"I couldn't bear it," he replied, his voice cracking. Despite his best efforts, three tears spilled out of his eyes. He chuckled darkly, swiping them away. "I couldn't bear the thought that once I saw you, it could very well be the last time I ever saw you. So, maybe if we never said our goodbyes, we would still be together."

Clary did not reply. He chose this time to look at her again, and she had an adorable pout. He kissed her lips gently. She pushed him away angrily.

"Clary, I-" Jace began.

"I never loved you."

Four simple words rang harshly through the air. It took seconds, maybe minutes, for them to process in his mind. When they did, the wind was knocked out of his lungs. He stumbled backwards, and this time he did trip over the water bucket. He landed on the ground, water pooling around him.

Words flew through his mind. He didn't understand. She had suggested so many times they were in love, that she would sacrifice everything to be with him. She had offered her own virginity.

"What?" he asked.

She laughed cruelly. "You always were so stupid, so gullible, but I never suspected you wouldn't understand that. I never loved you, Jace. I've always loved Raphael. You were just something I used to entertain myself with."

He was done. He was done with life. It caused pain, so much pain. He was done for centuries until he saw the beautiful baby girl that was Clarissa Morgenstern. He had helped give birth to the young girl, himself being a thousand and twenty-six. Seeing a new life in the castle had given him hope, just like the hope that shown in the infant's eyes.

It was fate when she stumbled across him, tears welled in her eyes. Her father had died, and she wanted to ride a horse. She was twelve at the time. He had given her a hug, and when the smell of sunshine and apples filled his nose, he was entranced. He watched as she grew up, slowly falling in love. It was centuries before she admitted she loved him, but he still loved her, after so much time.

And now it was torn away. There was nothing there. She had never felt anything. She used him, just like everyone else used him. He was just a stable boy.

Life was cruel. He wanted to show life how cruel he would be.

He slowly stood up, and she backed away. Anger burned through his veins, and arrows lit up in his mind, pointing at her. His expression must've terrified her, because she began to gather up her skirts, her eyes filling with tears of fear.

One half of him regretted making those tears in her eyes well up. Life hadn't been fair to her either, but he hadn't mocked her love. The half that regretted it was pushed down with reasons and anger, made terribly insignificant.

Her right leg began turning around, so she could run, but he grabbed her arm, forcing her back to him.

"You what?" Jace asked, his voice terribly menacing, even to his own ears. "You're lying!"

She took in a shaking breath. Her hand slipped into his pocket. "No, Jace, I'm not." She looked behind him, and her face filled with horror. "Jace, stop!" she screamed. "Your wings! They're turning black! Stop, stop!"

"You didn't stop," he hissed. "You never stopped to tell me that you didn't actually love me. You're causing this Clarissa, you!"

"Jace, I was lying, stop! Raphael, he-"

"What, you do everything he tells you to do, because you love him?"

"Jace, no, I was-"

"You're a bitch!" he screamed. "You're a lying bitch! I've loved you for thousands of years Clarissa, and you made me believe you loved me! You're a liar!" His hand cracked down across her cheek, and his revere of anger was broken.

She fell to the floor, her eyes wide with fear. She began crawling away, her beautiful white dress dragging along the floor.

"Clary, I'm so-" but he was sucked away into a portal of darkness.

He whirled through the air, being thrown around in every direction. His breath was sucked away from him, and he landed violently on a dirt floor.

"Sorry," his voice cracked.

He wrapped his wings around him, hoping they would supply some kind of comfort, but he was terribly alarmed.

They were black, a dark midnight color.

And some part of him liked it.

So…

Sorry?

I don't really know what to say. We all knew this would happen eventually. It was actually supposed to be next chapter, but I thought now would be as good a time as any.

Tell me what you thought! What should Clary's reply to Isabelle be? How exactly did Jace become the Darkest in the land, deeming him Dark Prince? Why did Clary tell him that she didn't love him?

Who's so pissed they threw their phone/computer/tablet at a wall, broke the wall, landed in the street, and then jumped through the hole and jumped repeatedly on the phone?

It'll get better in a few chapters, promise.

Thanks for reading!

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