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Sorry this is a short one. Very. I don't think that his chapter is very good and well… I feel I'm losing inspiration, I need more ideas I guess, I know how that story's going to end I got that planned, I just don't know what to d in the mean time… So this chapter might me suck-ish. Enjoy! (Haha funny to say enjoy after I told you it was gonna suck)

Clary's point of view…

Madness.

That was the only way to describe it. Gruesome. Disgusting. Those would work to. All people standing before me fighting was just, barbaric, to put it bluntly.

The color that flashed before my eyes, it was gold, black, and red. For those color of the gold robes then the black robes and the red. The red was blood. Blood that you could see so clearly that just could not be missed, red brown so bright on the gold robes, telling you that someone was hurt, making it flash before your eyes, the way that it oozed out of a persons body, the cry of pain that comes with it, is unbearable.

I felt like I was just watching while the rest of the world moved in chaos around me. Then I realized that people were not looking at me. They did not see me. Was I dead already? If so I went very quite. But I know what death is like, and this is not it. How could it be? Unless, I was sent to Hell.

Hell...If there was anything close to it, this was it. Hell is fighting. Fighting for no reason, for something you want, that you know is out of your reach. Fighting for Idris was foolish. It was not just for one person, but for all of us shadowhunters, and Downworlders that fight demons, and needed a home to go to where everyone knew the secret to the world. No blood bath should even be spilled in this glorious city. Forbidden is what it should be.

I was sure that this was not Hell. What could I have done to make myself end up in such a horrible place? I have done nothing, not really anyway.

The battle was still on going, I knew by now that it was not going to come at me because it seemed like I had glamour around me that my people can't see nor could the Downworlders.

So I sat. I sat because if I were to stand I would fall. Fall so hard that I could not pick myself back up. I always want to be able to pick myself up. So instead of breaking down. I surrender to my wobbly knees, and sit. I hug myself to try to get the wicked pictures out of my mind. That is burning in my mind, which felt as if they were burning me.

Maybe it was because I didn't see what it was like the first time around. I wasn't in the mist of the fighting, when I was trying to find Jace. But this, this hatred that I felt beating all around me, weighing me down, I don't know if I could take it any longer.

Izzy's point of view.

I was not in the Penhollows home anymore, I was fighting. Why? Not sure. But I was in a golden robe and flat boots. (Not my usual style) but I tell you the robe was loaded...Whips Steles, daggers, full out swords! Showhunters dreams come true.

I seems like it should have been unbearably heavy, but it wasn't it kinda felt like I was going commando, but the silk material rubbing against my body convinced me otherwise...

I lashed out at everything in black; I felt that... they were just bad. BAD BAD BAD! It was like an eco in my mind, and the eco wouldn't stop. It was like someone was controlling me to so their dirty work, somehow this fight felt wrong, it wasn't like killing demons, we were killing people , and that was wrong, or so it felt. All of this felt wrong.

Shoot! I just barley dodged an arrow! Then noticed Meliron coming at me, with a knife, Aline right on his tale.

The crazies were back. Fan-freaking-tastic! Life just can not get any better than this, can it?

Note the sarcasm.

This is a living Hell.

I fought like no tomorrow, then realizing that there might not be a tomorrow, noting that I fought harder.

Jace's point of view

Where is Clary?

God dang it! Only a second passes by and I've lost her. Maybe for good.

I wanted to slap myself, Clary Is not gone! She can't be. Not when I need her, hell I was always going to need her. So she needed to be by my side, but first I had to find her to do that. The search was on.

I fought my way past people, some reason they seemed to ignore me. Like I was only a spec of dust. I shot out to stab someone out of anger, but the dagger didn't go in. It was like I was looking from glass, seeing but no touching. Why was that?

Out of anger I tried again, but the same thing happened, the results the same. The dagger did no difference; the people didn't even look at me. So I stopped, I just stopped and focused on Clary.

I just made my way through the crowd, even if I couldn't touch my Clary, I could be with her.

That's when I saw her, on the ground. Just lying there... I ran as fast as my legs would carry. I dropped to my knees and picked her up, bridle style.

Her eyes Flashed Open, "Jace? What the Everlasting fire are you doing?"

"Everlasting fire?" I asked bemused.

"Shut up, I just felt the need to expand my vocabulary, now what are you doing?"

She wanted to know what I was doing? "Saving you?" But it came out as a question.

"Put me down," she growled.

I did as she asked, just a little hurt, "Did I do something?" I asked which was rediculous considering that we were in the middle of a war, no time for melodramatic romance problems.

"You lied to me," she say almost unbelieving herself. Then drew a knife.

Clary's point of view...

"Clary what are you doing?" Jace asked calmly.

I don't know! I wanted to shout but other words came out instead, against my will. "Killing someone who is a worthless piece of breath." The words were not my own.

I didn't mean that! Why would I say that? I love you! Stop looking to hurt you baby, and help me! I'm not doing this on my own free will. God, Jace, help! Stop looking so heart broken, my goodness! Help!

But Jace didn't help; he just stood there as I held a sword pointed to his chest.

What the hell am I doing?

Magnus point of view…

This was just crazy… I lift my hands and let blue sparks fly. They flew; I was getting tried so quickly! Not sleeping right all those nights really caught up with me! I can't believe I didn't sleep when we got to the save house… Oh well woulda shoulda coulda.

I see a behemoth demon, nasty little things, and place my fire on it shooting it over and over again; I was going to make that piece of crap suffer! "Take that," I whispered as it melted slowly.

EW.

"Incoming!" Someone yelled. It was Alec.

"You okay?" I asked as he threw around a demon, which wasn't really Alec like.

"Never been better."

I look around and see a golden robe needing help, Magnus to the rescue! I shot a fire ball of blue magic at a back robe. Took that jackass down If I do say so myself.

"Um, Magnus?" Alec asked

"Little busy," I said shooting at some more stuff.

"Well get un-busy!"

I look over at him, ticked off then see what he was all excited about. "Uh-oh." I stated plainly in a high pitched voice.

We were surrounded by forsaken. They were nasty things with puss worming out of them, drool dripping and worts to cover there big body, there were about five of them, all closing in on us, making us their prey.

I put my hands at them and Alec picked up a sword, "Ready?" He asked

"No." but I started to shoot and Alec whispered the name of his sword, it was something like, "Manisancva" and followed my lead, together we attack.

But I had just the feeling of things not turning around very well. It was just a feeling though.

Valentines point of view...

Everything was going perfect. The lightwoods were almost all dead and Clary was killing Jace. Perfect. How funny what a little mind control can do, After Clary kills Jace, Jace will be mine, in hell, my personal slave, forever. No more hour long showers Angelboy, your gonna be on my turf.

I sat upon my throne satisfied what more could happen? Idris was being destroyed, just like I wanted. Moronic shadow hunter were being killed, everything was good.

Valentine, everything's not good yet, not until your dead.

I turned to see Raziel. In human form. I couldn't help but laugh. "You think that you can beat me?" I said between chuckles.

"Do you think that you can beat me?" He said choosing to talk aloud.
"You're a foolish man who enjoys his own company way too much. I killed you once; surly I can do it again."

"Really?" let's just see about that.

Raziel took out a very grand sword, "as the two feeters say, let's dance."

"Hmm, yes, lets. I'll lead." I jumped off my throne of skulls and stared to fight. This would be easy. That I knew. NO one could beat me, I was to0 good, and I was Valentine Morgenstern, the most freaked shadowhunter.

"Don't flatter yourself your not the most feared, your daughter is."

"Why should people fear my daughter?"

Raziel choosing to talk out loud said, "Because she has uncontrollable power inside her. If they don't fear her yet, they will."

Was it any good? Yay? Nay? Leave a comment and tell me! Thanks for reading! Next chapter should be up soooonnnn and hopefully better than this one! WHOOOOOO!

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