Hi guys! Thanks to Ruth M who kind of gave me the idea for this chapter, so if you guys ever have any chapter suggestions, please PM or review them. I think this is the longest chapter I've written for this fanfic.

~Sara

*Btw, I don't own The mortal Instruments, the only thing I own is the plot and Kyle, my very own character.*

The portal finally opened up in New York, and as soon as they got out, Jon whispered to Clary, "Who the hell is this guy? And why the hell is he here?" He growled.

"He was one of the endarkened. There were probably so many that you forgot their names." Clary replied.

"There's this...demonic energy about him." Jon whispered, clearly angry. "Are you sure? Why would he be in jail with you?'

"He's my friend, okay? Deal with it." Clary responded, annoyed. Jon's eyes flashed black for a couple seconds, and then Clary panicked. "I don't know, okay Jon? I don't know. I know that he's trustworthy."

"Are you okay Jon?" Clary said worriedly, looking into his obsidian eyes. Something was wrong with him. She saw Sebastian, not Jon.

Jon closed his black eyes and rubbed his temples, and when he opened them again, they were emerald green again. "Yep, I'm fine."

"Has that...happened to you before?" Clary asked again, scared of what he might be becoming. A demon, like he was before he died.

"it's nothing."

"if it was nothing, you would answer my question."

"It's nothing, OKAY?" Jon responded, his eyes flickering black, and then green again, then black, then green. This continued for a while until Jon shook his head and his eyes turned green.

Clary stopped and looked away, scared of what has just happened to him. She saw Sebastian take over for a brief second, and it horrified her that Sebastian might keep showing up when Jon was stressed or something like that.

"Let's just not talk about it." Jon's voice was back. Clary put on a fake smile, not wanting to stress Jon even more.

"Sure!" She said over cheerfully.

"So..what are we going to do?" Kyle interrupted.

Clary looked around. "I know New York, it's my home. We can just head over to my old house and crash there for a while." She led them around the busy streets and stopped in front of her old apartment, making sure that nobody was there. It was a complete mess, but it would have to do. She couldn't take two shadowhunters who had no idea how to be mundanes into a hotel.

"Make yourselves at home." Clary said, walking upstairs to her old room. She looked at all the photos of Her and Simon, her and her mom. She couldn't stop tears from coming. Where was her mom? was she dead? Where was Simon during this whole mess? She started to cry as she clutched the old photos, her tears wetting the paper, tearing them a little, just like her heart was breaking, no matter how hard she tried to hold it in. And Jace? Was he alright? he was like family, along with Isabelle and Alec.

She then walked over to her bed, which looked exactly like it did right before she left to go watch Simon's band...before everything in her life went wrong. She didn't even go to school anymore! Her whole life was planned out, and it was ruined. Because her father was Valentine, and her mom was running away from him. Something that happened before she was even born had wrecked her whole life. She was going to be an artist someday, draw masterpieces and have a life. A good one.

No matter how great the shadow world was, she would always wonder how life would be if she were still a mundane...unless she could live being a mundane? She could go back to school, catch up on the half a year work that she missed, and maybe, just maybe..she could get her life back.

I mean, there was no where else she'd rather be, and she and the boys had to hide away for a while..the only problem was helping them have a normal life. They'd spent years training to be killing machines, fighting of demons instead of learning math, science, history even! even the shadowhunters deserved a chance at making friends in school, even if they had to take special classes. She could say they'd been homeschooled, and they could do sports instead of killing things. That was her image of a prefect life. Living as a mundane while still knowing that magic, angels and demons existed. She was getting ahead of herself.

"Clarissa?" Kyle's voice rang through the house. "Some random dude is knocking." She heard the sound of a seraph blade being drawn.

"Stop it you guys!" Clary shouted. "Hide! It's a fucking mundane, you idiots!" She ran downstairs and opened then half broken door.

"Hello?" She said.

"Hey..Clarissa! I'm from your 10th grade homeroom? remember me? I'm Sam. Sam Black. Since you're back in town..would you consider coming back to school?"

"I.."

"I know you've been being homeschooled, but I was wondering if you could come back. Your friends are all wondering where you are."

Clary turned around to see the two boys, in mundane clothes. how the hell did they get them, and so fast? She glared at them both. Why would they show up in front of a clueless mundane? "First of all..how do you know where I live, and second of all...how did you know I was back?"

"Oh! The school blog? Where people can post anything they want!" He handed her his phone. Everything on there was her. With Jon and Kyle. Dammit. They were hoolding pocketknives. At least that was better than giant seraph blades.

"Oh my god." Clary said. Then she smiled suddenly and very dramatically. "okay! You can go now!" She exclaimed, not wanting the boys to do something stupid in front of somebody from school.

"Well will you atleast consider-" She slammed the door in his face, still smiling until she turned around with a deep frown.

"Clary? There's demonic energy in this house!" Jon said as he pointed his sensor at Kyle, and then looking up at him in shock. "Oh my god. Who the hell are you?" Jon asked, slamming him against the wall, then choking him with all his might.

"Don't choke him!" Clary shouted. "Kyle, you better have some answers." they couldn't just kill someone who helped them escape Idris, demon or not.

"I'm Malphas." Kyle said slowly. Clary frowned, confused. She had no clue who or what that was.

"A prince of hell?" Jon said. "I have no idea how I've been so stupid. All the signs were there. Why wouldn't you harm us?" Clary looked at Kyle in shock. She thought Kyle was a shadowhunter this whole time. How was it possible that he was a prince of hell when he manipulated the seraph blades and knives so easily?

"Because I'm a freaking mundane now. I was Lilith's second command...but as soon as she died, all her powers were stripped away, and everyone who served Lilith at any time became powerless. I wouldn't hurt you, Clarissa. Or you, Jonathan. You are kindhearted, and even as Malphas I wouldn't have hurt either of you." Kyle said.

"How is that even possible?" Jon asked in fascination. "How do you still have the sight?"

"I'm an ordinary mundane with the sight now, and I still have my demonic runes, but I have no clue as to why or how that's possible. All forty legions of my demons turned on me as my powers slowly faded." Kyle said like everything was normal, when literally everything was falling apart.

"So..am I supposed to call you Malphas now?" Clary asked.

"No! he can't stay here!" Jon growled.

"Jon, liste-" Clary stopped as she saw Jon's eyes. They were Obsidian. fear flowed through her veins as she quickly did the only thing she could do. "Kyle can stay here as long as he wants." She smiled at Kyle, who proceeded to stare at Jon's eyes in confusion.

"Nobody is going anywhere." Sebastian growled through Jon's face. "You all need to pay for what you did to my mother.

So...crazy plot twist in this chapter. And cliffhanger. LOL Thanks again to Ruth M who inspired this chapter with her last review. Feel free to comment or PM me any idea for the next chapter.

~Sara