Sebastian POV:

As I slowly made my way back into Hell I could already feel myself weakening, but as soon as I entered I felt a little bit of my power coming back. My injuries, though, are not healed yet. But first things first, I have to tell my father what's going on. I flew a bit deeper into Hell, to the castle right in the middle, my home. Dad was probably in the throne room, so I entered it and sure enough, my father was sitting on his throne.

The throne room is a long black room with a black marble floor and black stone walls. There are tall torches next to a long walkway that is lined with flames, right at the end of the walkway are three steps that lead up to a huge throne, fathers' throne. The throne is black, like everything else in the room, and has skulls, human skulls, at the front of the armrests. On the throne are red velvet cushions, so that father is comfortable, and at the top of the high backrest are two male antelope horns.

Fathers' throne is actually the reason why most mundanes think that the devil has horns. The picture mundanes have of the devil is all wrong, father doesn't have read skin or horns or always carries a pitch fork, although it is true that he has a forked tail and bat wings.

I walked all the way down to my fathers' throne and as I reached the steps I knelt down in front of them.

"Sebastian, my son, have you fulfilled the task I sent you to do?" My father asked as he slowly got up from his throne and spread his red wings. He was wearing his favorite suit, well he basically only wears black suits, but this one was his favorite.

"Father, I'm sorry. Jonathon, Clarissa's brother, got in my way and injured me. I couldn't take Clarissa with me, I was too badly wounded. I had to come back to heal, but I left Clarissa at a place where they wouldn't find her" I answered, not daring to look at him.

"Sebastian, look at me" father said and I slowly lifted my head to find his blood red eyes staring back at me. I have inherited his black hair, but I have my mother's eyes. When I was fully looking up at him, he backhanded me across my face, so hard that the blow made me fall backwards. I caught myself on my elbows, but my cheek still stung from the impact of his hand.

"I gave you one job! One! And you mess it up! I told you to bring the Princess of Heaven to me and you come back with empty hands!? Fine! Get healed! And then you better bring me back Clarissa Adele Morgenstern!" he shouted at me

"Yes Father" I mumbled and slowly got up on wobbly feet

"Now get out of my sight" he hissed and turned around to sit back down on his throne.

I also turned around and walked back down the path to find some healers. All I wanted to do was make my father proud, I thought that if I could bring Clarissa back that he'd be proud of me. I'll succeed. If I have to burn down the world and then show it to him on a silver platter to make him proud, I will do it.

Jace POV:

Okay, so maybe my actions were a bit impulsive, but I can't explain it. I feel like I have to protect Clary so I kinda had to jump through the mirror, gateway, portal thing. As I landed on the other side and looked up I found Jonathon looking at me with anger.

"Don't you know what stay here means?" he asked, annoyed at my disobedience

"I do. It's just that I chose to ignore it" I answered and moved to stand next to him so we were both looking up at the absolutely wrecked warehouse

"You're so stupid" Jonathon mumbled

"What?" I said

"I said that you're so stupid. Do you even know how dangerous this is? It's not even certain that I'll come out alive and I'm an angel. You although are half mundane, half angel and mortal. It's extremely dangerous for you" John whispered

"I don't care. Why are you whispering?" I whispered back

"When the lost souls notice that we've entered, then we're as good as dead" John said

"Why? It's not like they could hurt us or anything" I replied

Jonathon just shook his head "Mortals" he mumbled. Then he took a deep breath and looked back up at the warehouse. "Come on" he said and walked in.

I followed him and we entered to find a huge room with two stairways left and right. One of them had already fallen apart. The walls have holes in them and the ground is lined with cracks. The room is pretty open, so we would've seen straight away if Clary was in here.

"She is probably upstairs" I whispered as quietly as I could. Jonathon just nodded and slowly made his way up the stairs that were still there. I followed him. He suddenly stopped and I just managed not to run into him. John pointed down at one of the steps and as I looked down I saw what made him stop in his tracks. There was a massive crack on the next step and it would surely fall apart when someone stepped on it.

I nodded at him and then looked up to find a few steps further another one, also cracked. I glanced at Jonathon, wondering how we'd get past this. He just smirked and before I knew it he was flying up the stairs. I just glared at him and whispered "And how am I supposed to get up there?"

John shrugged and I stepped back a bit and jumped. I landed on the other side with ease. Jonathon looked mildly impressed before he started walking into a corridor that was lined with door after door. There were about five doors on each side. Jonathon pointed at me and then to the doors on the right I nodded and made my way to check out what was inside. Four of the rooms were just empty, but in the fifth one there was a slab of stone and on the stone was the girl we were looking for.

She looked so peaceful, like she was sleeping, but the thing that looked bad was that her ankles and wrists were tied together. I had just started walking towards her when John came up behind me and gasped. "Cherry" he whispered and ran forwards, his feet not making a sound. He knelt down before her and the first thing he did was check for a pulse and as the tension in his shoulders left, I also relaxed a bit. Then John checked her for any injuries. After he was finished with that he untied the ropes and then picked her up, cradling her to his chest. He walked towards me and whispered "Let's get out of here"

We walked back towards the staircase and I started walking down. I totally forgot the broken steps. As soon as I stepped on one of the steps, there was a loud cracking sound and the step fell away from under me. Then it was like a chain reaction. All the steps that were cracked fell down landing on the ground with a loud bang. The sound echoed in the room and then John shouted "Run!"

That's when I also heard it, a loud swooshing sound was heard from outside, like something was nearing us. It must be the lost souls. I leaped down the hole in the stairs and John flew behind me with Clary in his arms. I ran and John flew as fast as we could towards the entrance. I briefly looked behind me to see something like black smoke come through the holes in the walls. I started running again, out of the door, just in time to see John jump through the mirror. At least they are safe now.

I was also about to jump through the mirror when I felt a sharp sting in my shoulder. I cried out in pain, it felt like five daggers were rammed into my shoulder.

"Mortals stay here" A voice hissed into my ear. The voice hissed its 's' like a snake and I looked over my shoulder to find a cloud of black smoke was floating behind me, a black skull floating in the middle of it. A black hand with fingernails as sharp as razors was imbedded into my shoulder, the source of the excruciating pain. The black hand protruding from the cloud of black smoke belonged to a lost soul.

Immediately after the lost soul hissed at me I was surrounded by black smoke and a lot of skulls were floating in it, also a lot of pairs of hands were reaching for me. The next thing I felt was the claws of the lost souls digging into my skin everywhere where they could reach, along my arms, in my legs, my torso, I was surrounded by claws and the hiss of voices.

"A fresh soul"

"Food"

"Freedom"

"A pure soul"

"He's half angel"

"I'll be free"

That were some of the things that the souls hissed. Then one of them scratched their claws down my chest, tearing my skin in the process. I looked down to see something like golden fog floating out of my chest and I immediately felt myself weakening.

"His soul"

"It's so pure"

"It will be my freedom"

"It's mine!"

The souls hissed. But then something weird happened. One soul out of the mass was different, it was more a light gray than a midnight black and it was making its way straight towards me. It pushed all the black souls away from me and I felt most of the claws being removed from my skin. With every soul that was pulled away from me the gray soul seemed to get a little lighter in colour, until it was only very slightly gray, more silvery. As I was finally free and able to really look at the soul that saved me I swear I could see the outline of a human and he smiled at me before he pushed me through the mirror.

Hey guys,

How was it? Don't worry, in the next chap there'll be Clace and an explanation on why that gray soul saved Jace. And don't you agree that Lucifer is an ass? Oh and I'm in Hamburg on Friday, so I won't update then, but I'll try to update on Tuesday and for sure on Sunday, when I'm back. So maybe you'll get two updates again this week, but when not then definitely on Sunday and then it's back to every Friday. REVIEW! Love y'all

-Brownie