Don't shoot me, I know it's been FOREVER and I apologize, I have no excuse but now that I have the time I'll make up for it. Got a new computer and everything so let's see what we can do about this battle that has been waging for far too long. By the end of this chapter most if not all of the story's many enemies and allies will be clear, though the plot is far from done and dried.

Disclaimer: I DOT NOT OWN The Mortal Instruments saga or any of the merchandise from the books, though I would gladly invest in a movie of them.

Chapter 11: Tomb Raiders

Clary had grown up so much in the past few months that she could hardly imagine her old life, it was as though this new one fit her so perfectly and naturally that it was her old life, and that the life before had been the mask she had worn. She had seen impossible feats of strength and astounding power of being that to any other "mundane" would seem a god! And the scene before her put it all to shame, and not in a good or exciting way.

This was incredible, the whole battle had waged for what seemed like hours, and even with the most potent and fear Shadowhunters in the world all fighting against these demons, and they were getting tossed about like they were rag dolls. It was inconceivable how Jace, Luke, Simon, Isabella, all of the strongest of the strong had managed to defeat so many demons before and these seemingly basic beasts were beating them down like they were nothing. And then there was this new guy, or at the moment guys, from some secret organization of the Nephilim who was not only fighting on par with these obscenely powerful monsters but was actually toying with one of them like it was an expedition at some martial arts tournament while Clary watched her friends be hurt or worse. She was concerned by all of this beyond pulling her hair out, and for some reason she knew, "It's not over yet."

Andre moved with purpose, his doppelgangers splitting up to help the others that needed it. One was already at his designated target, which was closer than any of the others and was already joining the fray of Luke and Drace to intervene. The other doppelganger had a similar distance to go as he headed to assault the wolf like creature now lunging at Jace; it did so with difficulty, kicking the beast to the side with a loud crack as the copies leg broke.

Andre, the original Andre, was heading for the Dome of energy, knowing his powers would be needed to take on a mage demon and that the copies were only a third as skilled as he was at combat. It would take all he had to stay alive against that monster in the dome battling the odd Warlock. He would never reach the dome…

"Where do you think you're going sugar?" an eerily sweet and sultry voice asked from behind him. He turned to see who it could be but never got a view, not before he was picked up bodily and thrown like a toy back the direction he came, actually he was thrown a bit to the left and collided with Jace and his assisting counterpart who had healed with a mark and was staring down the massive wolf before them.

Andre didn't see what had picked him up and thrown him so easily, but clary and the others did. It was a skinny woman with flowing hair, who looked exactly like Drace had when he had appeared disguised as a woman. She was barely over half his size and couldn't have weighted much more than a third his weight and yet she had thrown him with one hand like she was throwing a rag over her shoulder. Yet another unbelievable thing she had seen on this one battlefield.

Lunalis was taken aback by the fact that his targets had just been hit with some kind of white and silver missile, he quickly realized it was Andre and chuckled to himself before he began to wonder why he had tackled his own allies. What could he be thinking?

Of course it didn't take him long to realize the source of these strange events were standing over to the side looking at her nails with interest. "Oh, I broke a nail, that armor is tough." She said with a uninterested tone of voice.

"It's over," Mr. Lightwood said as he gazed at the newcomer. Clary rolled her eyes without looking at him, thinking that he was so dramatic and that these constant newcomers were starting to wear on her and her enemies' nerves. Or at least that is how she reacted till she noted the way the other demons had frozen in place. The only one still fighting was the magic demon battling in the dome; all the others had a look of concern, or possibly fear.

"It's about time you showed up Kane," Lunalis said with a huff to the demon woman who had seductively walked over to stand beside him as the others slowly got to their feet after having collided and slid a few feet away, "These damn brats have been giving us one hell of a-"

He was cut off by that striking of a clawed hand against the side of his face which had more power behind it than the woman seemed capable of. Lunalis was probably around 300 pounds and over six feet tall and yet that small lady had hit him with such force he was lifted bodily off his feet and thrown like a missile into a nearby grave marker, which he smashed through and landed ten feet behind. She spat at him, her voice shrewd and condescending, "If you were so fucking incompetent I wouldn't have to come here and break up your stupid fight!" she shrieked at him.

She looked to the other demons and called out shrilly, "Get your asses moving, we're leaving!" she called looking over to the far side of the Graveyard where Clary and the others were watching from. "Jonathan! Stop stalking your sister and get the item now!" she ordered. Jace stopped in his tracks; he and the others had been trying to maneuver to attack until that statement.

Clary froze and a shiver ran down her spine as the Shadow hunters around her all stepped back and drew their weapons. Not a moment had passed after the demon had shouted and Jonathan was already standing there. He seemed to have flowed from the ground, the dirt becoming a blackish liquid from which he rose like the angle had risen from the lake. His face was contorted in anger as he was forced to jump away, his right index finger had been so close to Clary's throat and yet the other demons outburst had suddenly alerted the transfixed hunters to his presence right before their eyes, his finger had shifted form much like Rivers arm had into a blade and though he was so close to his goal with the hunters all aware of him he had to retreat. To do so he crouched low, whispering softly into Clary's ears, "your luck can't last forever dearest sister." Be for he jumped high into the air and away from them, landing on a high Mausoleum some 10 yards away with a loud thud. "Damn you Kane, I almost had her that time!"

"You were told if you couldn't kill her in the city then you weren't to kill her at all! That was His orders!" she replied.

"And since when did I follow that fools orders?" he responded softly with a sly grin at the female creature.

"Watch yourself Jonathan!" she threatened and gestured to the sun that was swiftly approaching, "Get the ashes and lets go!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever…" he said dismissively as he looked down at the Mausoleum he had landed on. Jace and Luke instantly realized which one it was by the large crest on the door, the crest of the Morgenstern family. Jonathan raised one hand to the sky, and without warning it began to glow, suddenly and violently. The whole of his right arm was breathed in bolts of lighting and energy, and as he brought it down they raced off his skin and into the stone. Mile-seconds later the rock burst open the entirety of the tomb split in half down the middle and broken from the collapsed roof. In the flash of light Jonathan had vanished, only to reappear as he exited the structure a moment later carrying a small silver urn in his right hand as the tomb completely collapsed behind him, "Say hey to daddy, Clary dear." He said smugly as he held up the urn to her.

"Shut up, Lunalis, River, Drace, we're leaving!" she barked.

"What about Lithus?" River asked as he ducked under an attack from one of the false Andres.

"He's a big boy, lets go." She said with a jerk of her head, "Until next time boys." She called sweetly to Andre and Jace. The ground beneath her and the other demons turned to a liquid black muck that they slowly began to sink into the portal and vanished. Jonathan waited for a moment to taunt the others.

"Oh no you don't!" Andre called and he and his copies moved to converge on the boy, however before they could reach him he made a gun with the pointer of his left hand and his thumb and pretended to fire it at Clary, immediately after the ground beneath him shifted and he fell through swiftly, ducking under the shining longsword of Andre with a devilish smile. "Damn it all!"

Andre was cursing himself for letting him get away; this battle was a total loss. They hadn't even put a dent in the enemy and now they had gotten away with something clearly important to them. Of course Magnus was still fighting Lithus in the dome but at this point he didn't think that battle would last much longer either and frankly Andre didn't have any fight left. He had enough energy to stow his sword and look to Clary and the others with an apologetic look in his ever shifting eyes before they closed and he fell his copies turning to ash and blowing away in the wind.

Isabella and Clary moved toward him but would never get there in time, the pack of shadow hunters standing fast on the hill trying to make sense of the past few hours events. The Dome was suddenly clear as the blasts form either mage died down. Clearly Lithus was aware of the fact he was alone but that didn't seem to interest him, or Clary and Isabella for that matter. Instead they were trying to get to Andre to catch him as they fell, but they would never make it, luckily Jace did, Catching the guy his age as he fell forward and laying him down gently on the ground. He coughed and chuckled as a spatter of blood leaked from his mouth. His side was spilling red at the point where the female demon had caught him near his ribs with her claws. The tunic and armor were torn open as was his skin. Clary dropped next to him with concern in her eyes, Isabella with what looked like near a tear. "Get me a Stele!" she cried to the others on the hill. No one moved. Jae however, still had a stele form one of the copies and handed it to Isabella hastily.

Andre was out cold, his eyes closed and his face with a stupid grin on it as the blood dripped from his mouth. Isabelle raised his arm and tore his armored glove off his hand, exposing his scared flesh which had the marks of many seals that had been placed on it over the years. She bent down to draw the healing mark on his skin when a hand grabbed her wrist and held her fast, though she struggled, arguing that he "needs help, he helped us!" and "Damn it, let me go, mother fucking son of a!" but the hand held fast.

"A regular stele will only do more harm to someone like him Isabella." A soft and wise voice said from behind her as she calmed down slightly, it was Luke who had gripper her arm to prevent her from doing more harm. "The wound looks bad, I know, but he'll be fine with some rest."

"Or, if we use a special stele." Clary whispered as she reached around to her pouch and drew out the ornate and strange stele and took Andre's hand from Isabella, preparing to make the mark.

That was until that world went dark as if clouds had just been drawn over the sky above and a flash of red light shot behind her and to the hill beyond. No explosion followed, but the group parted and as Clary and the others looked they all felt their hearts sink as a young man's body fell to the ground with a thud.

Darkness, a Flash, a thud, and then a scream from Isabella; An ear splitting, gut wrenching scream that made Clary shiver to the bone more then what she had just witnessed.

"ALEC!"…

Don't shoot! It won't be long till the next chapter. I won't say anymore, just please keep the shouting to a minimum, I promise you'll be rewarded!

Chapter 12: When Things Hit Rock Bottom…