So, heres the deal. This is the second to last chapter. But really, it's kind of the last. The next chapter will be an epilouge, set after a somewhat big time jump. This chapter will be a bit longer, which is why it's probably being updated later than usual. That, and I also have been working on another project. (Update on my book… I finished! Drafting and editing is done, I'm in the process of querying!) Enjoy!

Jace:

When I had read Dante's The Inferno, I had pictured the rings of hell to be a sort of multilayer cake. Stacked on top of one another, no real way to travel between them unless you were a demon, or dead.

That wasn't exactly true. Yes, they were stacked, but not like a cake. They made me think of an ampitheater rather, a huge circle with each layer able to be seen no matter where you were, each poking out.

Jon looked around each time, horror in his eyes as he took in each layer, all more horrific than the last.

I supposed that as an angel who had grown up in Heaven, it would make sense that the horrors of Hell were a bit… shocking… to say the least.

I was too focused on saving Clary to really care, or to process that I was in Hell. It tore through me each time I remembered, that she had run to save me. I felt like I should have been saving her all along, but instead I had only been able to once it was too late. And here I was.

Sleeping was the worst. We had been in Hell for what I could only guess was three days. The layers were big, and getting through them wasn't easy. We were in the fifth layer. The Layer of Wrath, Anger, and all things like that.

The nightmares you got while sleeping in Hell were unimaginable. The main character in all of mine: Clary.

It was affecting us both. Jon had been snapping at me all day, his temper flaring in a way I hadn't seen it do before. A side-affect of the layer we were in, he told me in between fits of anger.

I just stayed silent, so I didn't say something I would regret. After all, if I made Jon too angry, who knew what would happen, and I wasn't in the mood to fight an angel. Or rather, be killed by one.

Frankly, Clary was going to be in the ninth layer of Hell, and I was really looking forward to getting there. For her, and for how cold it would be. Hell was hot as… Hell.

"So what's the plan once we get there?" I asked Jon, frustration a visceral feeling as I climbed over yet another random cropping of boulders that just seemed to be set into the path we were taking through this layer.

Jon glared at me, and I forced myself not to cringe away in fear. Angels could be scary man. But I knew that it was just Hell getting to us, and that it would be gone when he gained a rational mind back. "What we do, Jace, is we rescue her from whatever cell they're keeping her in, and then we hightail the fuck out of here before Lucy can do anything about it. Angelic rules are simple. If you can bring a fallen angel out of Hell, then they are free."

Hope soared in my chest. He hadn't told me this before. I had thought that Clary and I would just be on the run forever, hiding from and fighting Angels and Demons alive, had prepared myself for that eventuality, but this… we could be free. Happy. In one place. We could have a home, and maybe one day a family.

Jon's face clouded over, and my heart sank. There was something he wasn't telling me. "How do we beat the Devil in her own domain?" I asked, stopping and turning to face Jon. He brushed past me, stormclouds lining his face. I scrambled to keep up.

Like I said, Angels could be scary, and I didn't want to be in Hell without one. I knew that Jon was the only reason we hadn't encountered too many demons and lost souls down here.

Up ahead, a glowing door stood out. It looked the same as all the others we had passed through, but I knew that it would lead us down to the next level, further and further into the fiery pits of Hell.

Fun, right?

Jon:

As Jace and I made our way through the levels of Hell, I felt my mood worsening. Not only because of the affects of Hell's atmosphere, as Jace thought, but also at the knowledge of what would happen when we got to Clary.

She would be so pissed at me for coming. She would know what I was doing the moment she saw me, and she would be so pissed. What I was about to do was the very reason she had begged me to not come after her. It would ruin me.

What I hadn't told Jace about freeing Clary, was that an Angel was needed to do it. In freeing her, part of my angelic energy would go to her, and part of hers would go to me. We would both become angels in the middle of being fallen and not. Some called them Purgatory Angels. But it meant that we would like out life on Earth, and we would age and die as any other mortal, though we would still have angelic powers and abilities.

It meant I would fall. And Clary would do anything to stop that. So my mood wasn't worsening because I didn't want to fall. That I couldn't care less about if it meant Clary would be safe and happy. I was in a bad mood because I knew that I might have to fight her to free her. She wouldn't let me fall without putting up resistance first.

Not after what falling had done to her.

"Hey, Jon. It's the last door," Jace said, jerking me out of my thoughts. He was right. We were about to enter the final layer of Hell, where Clary would be.

"Good. Time to get this shit over with," I growled, my more primal self at the fore of my brain as Hell's magic shredded through my self control and civility.

"Agreed," Jace nodded, and I could see the desperation in his eyes to get Clary back. It made sense. He had found his soulmate only to have her taken from him, and then get her back… to have her taken again.

It was unfair.

Clary:
I'm hallucinating.

I had to be, since there was no way that that was Jon and Jace walking towards me where I stood at the front of a legion of demons, yelling out commands that made me feel sick to my stomach.

Jon saw me at the same time as I saw him. He saw what I was doing, and blanched. The sick feeling increased. I would be horrified too to find my twin commanding an army in Hell.

But it was my job. I was a fallen angel, and a powerful one at that. I had no choice.

And then I brought myself to look Jace in the eyes, and almost crumpled from the sheer love and terror in his eyes. Terror at losing me to the dark. And the relief that I was safe.

It was overwhelming. I ran to him, leaving my legion where they were. They wouldn't move. I leapt at Jace, and he brought his arms around me, burying his face in my hair and crushing me to him.

"I have you," he said into my neck, and I held back a sob. How wrong he was. He didn't have me. I would be back to commanding Hell's Armies and keeping its Armory when they left. Because they would leave. I would make them.

Giving Jace a last squeeze, and crushing his lips to mine in a fast, hard, toe-curling kiss, I dropped to the ground, and turned to Jon, tears in my eyes. This couldn't be helped.

"Unless you want to fight me, and an entire elite legion, then I suggest you leave, Jon," I said, my tone monotonous as my heart broke. The tears in my eyes gave me away. But it didn't matter. I couldn't allow Jon to do what he was trying to.

There was only one way to free me from Hell and we both knew it. I wouldn't allow him to fall for me. One of us was enough. Both the Morgenstern twins falling from Heaven… I didn't want to think about it. For Jon to do this would be to confine himself to a mortal lifespan. And me as well, though it didn't matter. I planned to leave this world with Jace either way.

But Jon… he didn't have that bond with someone, that bond to justify cutting his lifespan down to a few decades.

I wouldn't let him.

Jace stared at me like I had gone insane. "Clary. We're here to free you. We can get out before Lucy get's here!" He argued passionately, hope so evident in his tone and eyes I could see it. It broke my heart. This was why I had begged them not to come after me. No matter that they were right. Lucy was in a meeting with Michael, meant to help keep the balance even though the two of them hated each other. She wouldn't be able to leave to stop me.

"I said not to come!" I shouted at Jon, deciding that for my own resolve I needed to not look at Jace. "I begged you not to!"

Jon looked like part of him was breaking in two, and I realized that that was exactly what was happening. I was half of him. Without me… I shuddered to think of Jon without me. We had been together, inseperable for millenia. And now…

Jace took hold of my arm, forcing me to look at him. "Clary. It doesn't matter. We need to go," He said, looking scared for the first time since I had seen him. Ridiculous, that he could be scared by the prospect of me not coming with them when Hell itself hadn't made him afraid.

Locking an obsidian wall around my heart I spun away, wrenching out of his grasp and unsheathing my sword, brandishing it at Jace and Jon. My legion fell into formation behind me, creating a lethal flank.

"Go. Now. Or we will draw blood," I command, flicking on the power aura that came with the new job.

Jon stumbled back. "Azazel's position?" He breathed, horrified. Good. Maybe he would finally get the hint that I wasn't going to leave and damn him.

"Mine now. All of it. Azazel's enjoying retirement with one of his cults," I say, forcing nonchalance into my voice, even though I want to go with them, to run into Jace's arms again.

Jon looks unsure of himself for the first time. "Why?"

"It's not a choice. I have power. I'm a demon. Now, LEAVE!" I shout, a fat tear falling down my cheek.

Jon almost looked ready to do it too, but then he gathered himself and drew a sword. A small sob escaped my throat even though I knew this was going to happen. Jon would kill me. I certainly wouldnt kill him, which meant that he would be forced to kill his twin.

It would hurt him, but he wouldn't break. He would have millenia more to get over it, to grieve for me until I became a distant, fond, memory.

The sob was for Jace. He would have to watch me die in the way I had always worried I would have to watch him. That would break him.

I was so sorry for it. But in my head, Jace living a life without me, and Jon living forever as he was meant to was the same decision I had already made in coming here. I could make it again.

For the other half of my soul, my twin.

But Jon didn't charge at me. He instead handed the sword to Jace.

Jace's arms fell with the weight of the celestial steel, his mortal arms unable to lift it, let alone weild it.

Behind me, the demonic legion I had been training was frothing at the bit to get at the angel and mortal soul in front of them.

I stopped them with a hand. This was for me to deal with.

Jon frowned. He seemed to have forgotten that Jace wouldn't be able to hold it.

I might have laughed in a different scenario.

So instead Jon picked the sword back up, unpinning Jace from the ground. My heart broke all over again at the anguish in my lover's eyes. Yes, this would break him.

I was too busy watching Jace's heart break through his golden eyes to notice what Jon was doing until it was too late.

"NO!" I shouted, lurching forward, and Jon halted his motions.

The tip of his sword was pressed to his heart, his arms held straight out to keep the sword in place.

It would only take one small push and Jon would kill himself.

"Come with us Clary, or I will push this sword through my heart. I'll die either way, and so will Jace with no one to lead him out." It was an ultimatum, and one that I knew Jon would follow through with, costing him his life.

"Jon," I sobbed, my mask of steel crumbling. "Jon, you have millennia!" I plead, trying to make him see reason.

"And you'll have decades to spend with your love. Living and dying with you would be a gift. Millennia would mean nothing if my twin is gone. I would be a half person," he states, tears freely flowing from his eyes now.

Jace scrambled to his feet, looking between us, my eyes never leaving Jons. He hesitates for a moment, and then comes closer to me, and my eyes snap to him.

I motion my legion to move back. If he get's to close to them, they will attack.

Jace comes futher still, until he is right in front of me, searing me with his stare. "Why won't you come with us?" He whispers, his voice hoarse, pain in his eyes.

I sob again. "I don't just get to go free. Jon gives me half of his angelic energy to do so. I'd be free, but we would both me half mortal. He doesn't have anyone to make living only a few more decades worth it," I say, whispering that last part into the space between our souls.

Jace turns to look at Jon, sword still against his heart, taking me hand and not letting go. I still hold my sword in the other.

"It seem's like he's made his choice," Jace says to me, hope flaring in his eyes. It crushes me.

I shake my head, catching my bottom lip between my teeth to stop it from quivering. "He'll regret it later."

"And if you don't come with us, he won't have the chance to."

I look at Jace, my eyes widening. It was the truth.

A truth I didn't want to hear. The way I saw it, I could let Jace and Jon both die here, or I could let Jon sacrifice thousands of years of his life.

It was an impossible choice, and one I was going to have to make soon if any of us had any chance of getting out of here before Lucy got back.

Just as I opened my mouth to respond, saying I would go with them, a shard of metal appeared through Jon's stomach at the same moment as Lucy appeared behind him, the hilt of her blade in her hand.

Jon fell to the ground, his sword clattering to the hard rocky surface that we were standing on as blood stained his all white clothes.

Jace and I rushed forward, and I dove for Jon's hand, not letting go of Jace's.

"I GIVE MY LEAVE TO WALK THROUGH THE GATES OF HELL!" I shout, knowing that they are the words required to complete the spell that would free me, and take Jon's angelic force, or at least part of it.

Lucy's eyes widened, and then all three of us vanished.

So there it is! The final chapter of the actual story! I will upload an epilouge soon, one taking place after a longish time skip, but that is basically it! I hope you all enjoyed this story, it was such a blast writing it for all of you! Please leave a review down below telling me how you liked this finale chapter! (The summer fic [Green and Gray] will begin in a few more weeks, so keep on the lookout for that if you like PJO!) Till the last time! Bye!