A/N – I cannot wait till summer! When summer comes around, I'm gonna be updating faster, maybe even three chapters a day! *Sigh*I've still got a couple more weeks to go. Anywho, the gaps between the chapters are really starting to piss me off, so I'm gonna try and update a little faster. Just a tad bit.

Disclaimer: In all honesty, most of these characters are in fact mine.

Down With The Sickness

Clary's POV

The battlefield was anything but calm. Shadowhunters and Downworlders were screaming, monsters were wailing, and, through the nerve-racking noise, I heard Magnus' blades sizzle and crackle against Artemis'. On the other side of the grotto, I saw Jace getting trampled by a flaming horse. I tried to scream his name, but two Greater Demons, each one made of blistering ice, surged towards me at neck-breaking speed. I pounced and dodged each of their spiky blows quickly, landing a few yards away from them and just behind Isabelle.

"We are so screwed!" she hissed over her shoulder while staring down ten Greater Demons that looked like serpents made of the worst looking jelly. They each opened their mouths and let out a low, slow groan that was somehow loud enough to make me fall to my knees in pain.

"We have to split them up!" I cried out. I struggled to get up, though I knew I would have to, because the Greater Demons that looked like ice dragons surged towards me again. With great effort, I got up quickly and ran towards the edge of the forest, dodging fighting and dead Shadowhunters and Downworlders. I thought I saw Luke fighting a giant worm-looking thing, but I just kept on running. The Ice Dragons followed me, much to my relief, but I knew that the relief would be short-lived. The last time I fought a Greater Demon, I was on the floor screaming like I lost every bit of my mind. Now I have to fight two of them. Glorious. Wonderful. Just splendid.

I was a good 15 meters into the forest before one of the Ice Dragons behind me somehow jumped an impossible length in the air and landed right in front of me. I was running too fast to stop, so I ran head first into the Ice Dragon's stomach. It took me a millisecond to realize that the Ice Dragon wasn't exactly made of normal ice. It was made of dry ice. And for those of you who don't know what dry ice is: it burns like hell.

I ripped myself away from the Dragon with a wail of pure agony. Lying on my back, I peered up as, I swear, the two Dragons gathered around me and snickered. First Spanish speaking demons, and now demons with a sense of dark humor. The world is seriously coming to a serious end.

One of the Dragons lifted its thick, icy arm and brought it down on me.

Alec's POV

Me, along with Luna, Daphnis, Joseph, eight Clave members, and a good 20 other Shadowhunters, sat around a large table, each of us fidgeting. A man named Thomas Paten finally stood up, cleared his throat, and turned to me. "We've got a situation the size of the heavens themselves. I'm sure you've heard, telling by the expression of panic on your face. How you survived, I have no idea. However, we mustn't waste time catching up, young Shadowhunter. Joseph told me that you have a plan?"

That bastard. "Yes, I do, sir." I stood up and faced the other Shadowhunters. "Artemis is powerful and full of vengeance. As I'm sure you've noticed, she has the power to kill us all. But we have the power to kill her."

An eruption of murmurs passed around the table. Joseph Clave, one of the representatives for the Clave, stood up and held his hand up to silence everyone. After everyone settled down, he turned to me. "What is this plan you speak of?"

Here goes nothing. I sighed deeply and turned to the rest of the people. "We have the Mortal Instruments, don't we. Even though it's against the law to summon Raziel… don't you think it would be in our best interest to summon him anyways?"

This time, no one spoke a word, which scared me more than anything else. Finally, Thomas spoke again. "You have a young heart, Alec, so you must not understand the importance of keeping our pride with the angels─"

"Pride?" I snapped. "What pride? Is letting our people and the Downworlders die considered pride?"

"At least they would die in honor." Thomas retorted. "We cannot call upon Raziel whenever we want to make the world right, Alec. If we do so, then we are no better than Valentine himself─"

"Excuse me," Daphnis said, rising out of her seat, "but Valentine summoned Raziel to force the world to be the way he wanted it to be. He was the Hitler of Alicante. This is whole different situation. First of all, Artemis has the power to summon angels herself. She also has the power to summon fallen angels. She has the power to rip the world in half. She has the power to show the humans what their world really looks like. Don't you think pride is a little inconvenient right now?"

A new murmur passed through the Shadowhunters. Some were nodding their heads, some were shaking their heads, and some were just rolling their eyes. Thomas raised his hand again, silencing the crowd. He then turned to Daphnis and smiled darkly. "Who are you to govern my city? Artemis was a Downworlder problem, remember? Magnus failed to contain her, so now she's wrecking havoc upon my people. Why should we waste our resources because you warlocks don't know how to fix a problem?"

Cheers of agreement passed through the crowd, making my stomach drop to my toes. I felt my hearing and my sight zooming out. Somewhere off in the distance, Luna, Joseph, and Daphnis were arguing with the Shadowhunters. However, my thoughts were on Magnus. His electric eyes. His cocky smile. His obnoxious hair. Everything about him filled my mind.

Then Max came into my mind. That's what really made me break.

"Everybody just shut up!" I howled. Everyone fell silent and gawked at me, including the warlocks. However, I ignored them and pounded my fist into the table. "This argument is the same damn argument that got my brother killed! For once, can we all just pull our heads out of our asses and open our eyes? Does it matter whose fault it is? No! What matters is how we solve the fucking problem!"

"I was tortured by Artemis," I continued bitterly. "She beat me to the point of death. It doesn't matter whether she's a Downworlder or not, because Valentine did the exact same thing. He tortured people, in a manner of speaking, of course. But Valentine was a Shadowhunter, and he was our problem. But didn't the Downworlders help us? We won, didn't we? If you want to spend your lives thinking about how everything went wrong with Valentine, think about that! But while you're busy brooding over the past, we're all just gonna go ahead and die!"

The loudest silence in the history of man filled the room. I stood there, trying to catch my breath, while everyone stared me down with looks of shock. I don't know how long it was silent. If it was minute, then each second killed me. Finally, an old man stood up.

"This young lad is right," he said, his voice somehow strong for his age. "Right now, our pride is going to get us killed. We cannot just assume that everything will be alright, because assume makes an ass out of "u" and me. And we can't look back while we're walking forwards. We run into walls that way."

"Let's say we do go through with your plan," Joseph Clave murmured. "Who's going to summon him?"

"I will." I said, my voice full of confidence.

Thomas and Joseph Clave exchanged a look before turning to me and nodding. "Do you know how to summon Raziel?"

"Yes," I sighed in relief. "Clary explained to me how Valentine did it. All I need is the Mortal Instruments and a stele. Daphnis, Luna, and Joseph will escort me there. But we must move fast, or else it'll be too late."

"Understood." Thomas said softly. He strode towards me and stopped in front of me. He put his hand on my shoulder and smiled at me. "You are a strong, noble Shadowhunter. I'm sure you would've made Max proud. Let the Angel be with you."

I nodded once, fighting back the tears. Don't worry, everyone. I'm coming to save the day.

Magnus' POV

For the love of all that's holy, this woman just won't die! We charged at each other, over and over again, our blades and hands crackling and sizzling with electric energy hot enough to make the Sun cower away in shame. All around me, people fought Greater Demons. Blood was everywhere, and the sounds of battle cries and agonizing screaming made me nauseated. However, Artemis seemed almost content with her surroundings.

I landed on a large rock that was standing in the water of the spring. She landed on a rock too, a few yards away from me. Behind her, I saw Sebastian battling it out with Robert of all people, which made me chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Artemis hissed.

"I was just thinking about how bad things have gotten." I said honestly.

"Well," she grinned, "it's about to get worse."

Suddenly, she raised her hand in the air and said something out loud that made all of the Greater Demons stop in their tracks. Then with a loud whoosh, all of the Greater Demons vanished. Poof. Gone.

Shadowhunters and Downworlders stood around, each one of the survivors just as confused as I felt. However, Artemis just cackled out loud. "Time for the grand finale!"

She said something else, this time under her breath, that made me freeze. Literally. I couldn't even move. I stood like an uncomfortable statue, just like everybody else around me. I saw Isabelle trying to get off the floor, but she couldn't. Someone was on fire not too far away from me, and their muffled screams were killing me. I could tell they were trying to get to the water, which was only a foot away from them, but they couldn't. Hey, where's Simon?

"Sebastian, sweetie, can you grab me the Book of Angels and the Book of Lucifer, please?" Artemis asked Sebastian sweetly. Sebastian simply nodded and limped off into the cave. While waiting, Artemis whistled show tunes while rocking back and forth on her heels like a five-year-old. It's emotional people like her that make me go for the men. PMSing bitch.

When Sebastian returned, he was holding two books, one made of gold and one that was a leathery black. Both books exuded such magnifying power that I felt myself getting weaker just looking at them. Suddenly, her words started to make sense. Time for the grand finale… Oh my lanta, she's going to summon angels!

Almost on cue, Artemis started chanting. "And thus I call to the heavens above and the depths of hell, the twelve orders of angels, God's royal messengers and warriors. Supernals, the first order, fill me with your joyous light. Celestials, the second order, teach me of thou's define thought. Illuminations, the third order, bathe me in your light and wisdom."

"Seraphim, the fourth order, manifest within me your speed and diligence for the art of creation. Cherubim, the fifth order, wrap me in the arms of happiness. Thrones, the sixth order, lend me the higher energies of the heavens and your power."

"Dominations, the seventh order, show me the way into the Promise Land and onto the realms of the unknown. Virtues, the eighth order, birth me into your arms and protect me with the power of light. Powers, the ninth order, fight alongside me with your spears of holy fright, be my guardian."

"Principalities, the tenth order, guide me through the country sides of this perilous earth. Archangels, the eleventh order, exchange with me your supremacy, comprehension, and help me give this dimension and the next great change. Angels, the twelfth and final order, spread your leathery white wings over me and whisper the word of God into my raw ears! I summon onto thee! Come, great warriors of God!"

When I thought she was done, she flipped open the Book of Lucifer and continued:

"Wrap chains around their legs and crucify them unto my soul. Hold them still in the grasp of my hands!"

She kept going with a whole new summon."Lucifer, the arch-sinner himself, please join me in the revenge upon this world and the next. You have longed to see the death of the creation, and now I set you free! Archangel, spread your leathery black wings over me and fulfill your wish. Now is the time, the moment, the instant! Temptation as your serpent, lust as your guide. Take with thee the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, stolen from the heavens. Death, Famine, Pestilence, and War!"

Jace's POV

I lied on the floor, unable to move, but desperate to run. After letting the words of her chant sink in, I knew I was going to die. There was no doubt about it. First of all, I didn't know there were twelve orders of angels. And on top of that, Lucifer and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are going to stop by and kill us all. Why Artemis needed everyone and their mom to kill us was a mystery to me. Maybe it felt good to summon such higher power.

Or maybe she was just a complete bitch.

Every part of my body was soaring with pain. Parts of my face and most of my chest were burned beyond repair. I couldn't look down to examine my legs and arms, but I knew they were broken. Each breath was another wave of agony, for, surely, all of my ribs were broken. I wondered briefly if Alec felt like this. The thought brought tears to my eyes.

I was at the far end of the grotto facing all of the fighters who were frozen. Jocelyn was lying beside me, though she was unconscious. Maryse was on the floor, her face twisted into a mask of pain. Her arms and face were burned too, revealing some of her gums. Robert was standing beside her crumpled body, forced to look down upon his dying wife. The Seelie Queen was dead, and I knew this because half of her body was lying a few yards away from me, beside a Simon whom was on fire, and the other half of her body was floating in the water, staining it with a dark red. Isabelle was frozen standing, her whip blazing with energy beside her. Her face was pulled into a mask of fear.

I saw everyone who went into battle, most of them were dead, but I didn't see Clary. This frightened me more than what was about to happen.

A few seconds passed after Artemis casted the summon, and I was feeling done right edgy. Then, suddenly, the sky ripped open. It was a loud zip-kaboom that made me jump what was left of my skin. A blinding light filtered through the dark hole, lighting up probably all of Idris. Despite the fact that the light that filtered through felt warm and tingly, the next thing that happen killed everything.

Large, blood-red chains shot out of the ground and into the sky. The moment the chains entered the glowing hole, the sky went from black to flaming red. The hole grew wide, spreading and covering the whole entire red sky.

"Come to me, Michael!" Artemis cried out in triumph. "Lucifer, join your brethren!"

The chains themselves seemed to cry out with her. The groaned and clinked until, finally, the chains started receding back into the ground. However, it seemed as though the chains were pulling on something heavy, almost as if they were fishing. I looked back up at the sky, with effort, and watched in pure and utter horror as the chains pulled out a large creature, probably the size of the Empire State building, with large, feathery white wings that spread out widely and flapped wildly.

The creature was an angel, or perhaps an archangel, and was in the shape of a man. I won't even lie, he was the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. His large eyes were the purest of gold I have ever seen. His well-sculpted body was uncovered, which made me blush in spite of myself. His presence exuded a power so fierce that, if I were standing, I would be on my knees. Picture this: a man painted the of the most richest gold and bronze ever seen.

Even though I was merely human, I somehow knew that this is what Artemis meant by "Michael". The large angel before me was actually Michael, the Archangel.

Michael pulled and yanked against the chains, desperate to get out. It really surprised me to see an archangel so desperate. Is Artemis really that powerful?

My question was answered when Artemis said something that couldn't be heard over the ear-splitting roars of the Archangel. Suddenly, Michael stopped wailing and kneeled before Artemis, his head bowing.

"I am at your service, my lady." he said, though his mouth didn't even move.

What the fuck? This doesn't make any sense! Michael fought against Lucifer himself, and yet he's bowing down before one mere warlock. Is this some kind of sick joke?

Apparently not, because, out of the grotto spring, another Archangel somehow squeezed out and flew into the sky, his feet also clad with red chains. However, this Archangel had wings that were black as pitch, though as wide as Michael's. This gold and bronze Archangel was also beautiful, hard to look at, and extremely powerful, though I wasn't surprised when he knelt down with the most evil-bathed grin on his face. This Archangel was Lucifer, the king of the Fallen.

God help us all.

Magnus' POV

I looked up as two of the most beautiful creature bowed down to Artemis, my stomach flipping violently. This is what Artemis has always wanted. She didn't just want power over the humans. She wanted power over everything. She wanted power over the world, the universe, all of the dimensions, and even the very depths of heaven and hell. She wants absolute power.

She wants to be God.

She glanced at me, her eyes wild with victory. "Can you love me now, Magnus? I'll reshape the world, and no one can stop me!"

Alec's POV

I can stop her. I just have to keep telling myself that. Even though, off in the distance, I see two very large angels, one with white wings and one who's clearly fallen, I can do this! And then a thought came into my mind: How can one mere angel fight against two archangels?

I shook my head and kept running down the dirt path, following the directions Thomas gave me. Daphnis, Luna, and Joseph ran beside me, though I could tell they were distracted and very worried about the large figures. In a bag strapped to my shoulder, the three Mortal Instruments clinked together, reminding me of my mission.

All I have to do is distract the Archangels, and then─

A loud piercing sound made me trip over my own feet in shock. I used my hands to prevent myself from doing a face-plant into the dirt. I stood up quickly and looked up at the large gaping hole in the sky the disappeared even over the horizon. Out of the hole came fireballs the size of mini-vans that zipped through the sky and crashed to the ground with a loud boom. Four horsemen came flying out of the hole, their horses' nay-ing over the sudden gushes of wind and fire. I understood instantly who they were: Death, Famine, Pestilence, and War. Each of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse landed in front of me, each one of them looking completely different from each other, but each wearing the same expression: humor.

Death was, you guessed it, clad in a large black over coat that seemed to be an energy within itself. Thankfully, its hood was drawn up, covering its face. However, it was holding a long scythe that was bony, pitch black as his coat, with a sharp silver blade that curved and shined under the rain of fire.

I wish Pestilence had a hood to cover all that ugliness, because Pestilence looked downright disgusting. Its skin was grimy, oily, and had large bubbles of puss all over. Parts of its face were decaying, too, and one of its eyes were missing. It wore nothing but leathery pants that were blood-red. Pestilence's weapon of choice included a large crossbow that was laced with blood. I had to remind myself to keep watch over it.

Famine looked miserable, despite the grin on his face. He was in the shape of a man, though he looked extremely malnourished and in agony. Since Famine wasn't wearing a shirt, I saw his body was nothing but skin and bones. His face was also bony, with no traceable flesh to be found. Nothing but raggedy skin and bone. Famine opened his mouth, revealing no teeth, and smiled wider. His eye sockets held no eyes, only gaping holes. Famine's weapon of choice: Nothing. This scared me more than anything else.

War reminded me of Jace, simply because of the look of triumph on his scared and bloody face, even though the battle hadn't even begun. He wore only leathery pants also, revealing a well-sculpted chest that was so to-die-for that I literally thought that I was dying. He exuded confidence and blood thirst, which turned me off immediately, and looked as though he fought in every single war known to man and beast. War's weapon of choice: two long swords that were laced with red markings that looked like serpents crawling up the blade.

One other thing I noticed immediately was that each Horseman had chains wrapped around one of their feet. The chains came out of the ground and were red.

Each Horseman (except for Famine) gripped their weapons and looked upon the four of us. It was an equal match, but then again, it really wasn't. And I had only a certain amount of time to get around them before everyone I know and love dies.

I removed my bow and arrow from the patch on my back and readied myself. This is for you, Magnus.

I know that was a lot to take in, and I'm sorry! It just all needed to be said :p