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Chapter 25

Clary got up from the bed as quietly as she could manage, heading out of the room downstairs to the kitchen. She knew that Sebastian kept a bottle of wine in the fridge and she felt like she desperately needed a drink. She grabbed a glass and poured the wine in it, completely filling it and wasting no time taking a large gulp. It was sweet with a slight bite from the alcohol, she felt the warming sensation in her stomach, and she wished it could warm the rest of her as she suddenly felt cold all over.

In the journals it had described Sebastian as he was born, black eyes and talons; mom had been repulsed by the sight of him. Clary looked over her own nails; they were short and stubby from her constantly biting them as always. But if she had let them grow, would they have grown long and sharp? Her eyes had been green always; large and bright like emeralds, never black like Sebastian's still were.

Clary took another large swig from her glass, finding it nearing the bottom of her glass and took the bottle to refill it. She didn't feel evil, and just because she had demon blood in her did not make her evil either. She reminded herself again of Magnus, all warlocks were the offspring of a demon and a human, they were powerful but not evil, she did not need to be evil either. She continued to drink as she thought, needing to refill her glass often.

Valentine mixed some other child's blood with that of an angel; he was planning on having his experiments mate with each other to create some hybrid creature. Valentine had never said if it was a boy or girl, but when she had looked at Jace she had pictured an angelic boy. Between her and Sebastian there was one male and one female with demon blood, if the Herondale child was a girl it was meant as Sebastian's wife and if it had been a boy it was meant for her.

She was sure that someone mixed with angel blood would be beautiful and every bit desirable, but she loved Jace, and what bothered her even more was if it was Valentine's plan in the first place, she would never want to go along with his plan. She would refuse it simply to spite her father. Clary went to refill her glass again, finding the bottle empty as well. She slammed the bottle back on the table, misjudging the distance. Clary stumbled a little, deciding she needed to go to bed.

The almost invisible stairs were difficult to manage without having any sense of balance. She found it was easier if she crawled like a dog up the stairs on her hands and feet. She started laughing at herself, happy that no one else was there to see how ridiculous she looked right now. Clary finally made it to her room, still on her hands a knees; it just felt better at the moment to move like this. Clary pushed on the door; it opened easily for her, slamming into the wall making a large bang.

Jace sat up straight in the bed, his arm extending to the side searching for Clary but finding nothing but books. "Clary!" Jace yelled.

"Here!" Clary yelled raising one hand from the floor, finding herself in the middle of a giggling fit. It was like role call back in school. Her hand came back down to the ground but did not settle well under her own weight and she fell forward to the ground. She rolled to her back, looking up finding Jace standing above her. He had a confused look to his face. He bent down to pick her up and she laced her fingers behind his head, pulling him down to the ground with her.

Jace gave a half smile, lying on the floor with Clary barely in the doorway. "I see you have been drinking." He said seeing her eyes glossed.

"You have no idea the things I know now." Clary said, her smile slipping from her face.

"Did you find out where your power comes from?" Jace said his eyes widening slightly.

Clary pulled herself up to a sitting position and Jace followed. She looked to the floor, not wanting to look him in the eyes when she told him. "Yeah, Valentine used some children as experiments; Sebastian and I were given demon blood when my mom was pregnant. That's what the Silent Brothers meant by two of us have blood of the same, it was more than we have the same parents, we share demon blood as well." Clary said still looking to the floor.

Jace lightly reached out, his long fingers under her chin; he pulled so her gaze met his own. "Well at least we know now." Jace said his voice low.

Clary inhaled deeply, "Yeah, we do know now. Just make sure I don't do anything evil, like burn down the world or anything like that."

"Clary, is there any way that you are mistaken though, I mean I have been around Sebastian most of my life, and I can kind of see how he has demon blood in him. No offense to him, but he has always been different, dark. But I don't see any of that in you, you are kind and loving, full of light, I am having a hard time believing that you are in any way part demon." Jace's complements only angered Clary, she had accepted that she was partially demon, but Jace doubted her and that only made Clary angry.

Clary pushed herself to standing, stomping her feet as she crossed the room, grabbing the journal she had been reading. She threw it at him; it sailed across the room like a thick Frisbee. "Read it for yourself if you don't believe me." She spat.

Clary folded her arms across her chest, plopping down on the bed like a child in a temper tantrum. Jace rolled his eyes, Clary was not a fun drunk. "What page or chapter or part of the book am I supposed to be reading?" Jace said thumbing through the pages.

"It was all the way at the end; I stopped with just a few more pages left." Clary said finding that keeping her arms crossed was uncomfortable.

Jace went to the back of the book scanning through until he found the place she had been reading. He read past where she had been, it had not specifically said that she was given demon blood, though the implications were not too promising.

The plan to attack the Clave is tonight. I am anxious to get this night over with, to let the world know of my strength and power. I have found that the angel blood when dried can be made into gold like powder which I have begun to put into my food. It gives me a sense of calm and peace; I know that my plans will work out. Jocelyn's mood has been improved as of lately it has been wonderful finally having some peace from her, though I know she has been sneaking off to meet with Lucian now that he had become a werewolf. I should have just killed him when he was first bitten. He was my second in command, my parabati and now he is nothing more than a disgusting Downworlder that conspires with my wife. After tonight, I will have established my power and none will be stupid enough to stand in my way. I will take Jocelyn with me as I have prepared the house to serve as a hidden location as well as a prison for her until she learns to love me again or just until she births our next child. I will need the child for my plans…

That was the last page, the last writing in that book. If Valentine really did die in the fire, there would be no more and it was never clear what experiment he had actually done on Clary. "Have you looked in the other books yet? To see if there is one after this one?" Jace said looking up to Clary, but she had passed out a while ago. She had one foot on the floor; her body slumped awkwardly on the bed.

Jace came over, moving the blankets around, putting Clary more properly into the bed, taking the rest of the books off the bed. He got in the other side of the bed, pulling the blankets over him, he grabbed another book, hoping he could find another book that would give him more answers but he also knew what that would mean. If he found the next book it would mean that Valentine did not die in the fire, that he could still be alive. The first book Jace grabbed was when Valentine was clearly younger; he was not yet married to Jocelyn, but he was talking about the wedding that was planned.

The next book he grabbed was after the marriage, it was all about Downworlders, focusing on when Lucian was bitten. The next book was from when Valentine was first starting to have ideas different than how he was raised. He was still in school and it explained how he began to accumulate followers. There was only one more book left. Jace opened the book, turning to the first page.

Things did not go as planned, I knew there was dissention stemming from Jocelyn but I never would have imagined her treachery to spread so far. She has betrayed me as Eve did Adam. I survived what she had hoped would be the end of me; I went back to the house and finished the rune which would hide the house in all the dimensions. It was all too easy to take Jonathan from her parents; they have become lazy in their old age. Their skin tearing under my blade like old paper weathered from time. I could have taken off with no incident had it not been for Michael Wayland trying to come to stop me. The fool, how could he think that he could best me when the horde of attackers had not? Even with Jonathan in my arms I bested him in no time, sinking my blade deep in his chest. Blood splattered onto Jonathan's face and he just laughed.

That was when inspiration hit me, it would be more convenient if I could regroup in the house, develop my plans further without interruption. The world would be calmer if they believed me to be dead, and I needed Jonathan for my plans as well, he would also need to be dead to the world. Michael had a son that was close in age to Jonathan, and if I burned the bodies at the site where the house once stood it would be easy to pass the remains off as my own. The Wayland Manor was nearby, the son sleeping, the mother resting while the child slept. I quickly ended her with a sharp twist of her head, it was better for cleanup if there was no blood left behind. The child was easy to take; it was not one of my experiments so the loss would not be great.

I took the child back to where the house once stood, summoning the demon that had eagerly given her blood for my child. She had always wanted children and when she looked into Jonathan's soulless eyes she agreed to help me protect him. The ground was left scorched and cursed, the bones of my victims amongst the rubble of what people would think was my home. I took Jonathan inside the hidden house with me and we waited until they discovered the house in ruins and pronounced us dead. Jocelyn has left with our child, I will leave her to raise the child alone and come back for it when it has grown. I took Jonathan and convinced him his name is Sebastian. I will take him to Idris tonight and leave him in a ministry where he will easily be found and taken to be raised by another Shadowhunter. He can be my deep undercover agent and no one will ever know any better. The Herondale child will replace the Wayland child so no one suspects him missing. Celine killed herself and I took the child from her womb before it could die along with her, he is my experiment and I would not let him go to waste. A loyal member has been taking care of him; I have named him Jonathan Christoper as Michael's son was named Jonathan like my own son. He will no doubt be taken into care as both the Wayland's are dead, they will assume him to be their son. All my creations are positioned properly, now I only need to wait until they grow. I can only hope Jocelyn gives birth to a girl, that way I can pair her with Jonathan to make my hybrid.

That was all that had been written in that book, the rest of the book having only empty pages. Jace looked to Clary. He wasn't ready to wake her, she would need to sleep off some of the alcohol anyways, and Jace needed a moment to ingest the information he just read. He was not a Wayland, that boy had been killed to pave the way for Sebastian. Jace was really Jonathan Christopher Herondale, the one with angel blood. Valentine was alive and waiting for them to grow up. He had gotten his wish; Jocelyn had given birth to a girl. "…That way I can pair her with Jonathan to make my hybrid." Clary and Jace were literally created for each other, created to fall in love and have a child that would destroy the world.

Jace looked to Clary smoothing her hair. She smiled in her sleep, Jace felt his heart beat faster. He couldn't help but love her, he had felt something awaken in him the moment he first met her. He couldn't stop loving her even if he tried, it would be like trying to tell someone not to breathe. But as much as they were made for each other, it was done with evil plans in mind. If they stayed together, if they ever forgot the rune, or Clary decided one day she wanted to have children, it would literally destroy the world. He didn't even know if Clary wanted to have kids one day, but with him it would never be possible, but she could have children with someone else and a normal life with normal kids.

Jace found that he couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he thought of Clary. His brain forced him images that made him feel sick, images of him leaving her because he knew it would be what is best for her. Images of her falling in love with someone else plagued his mind, her kissing another set of lips. He felt like his heart was literally breaking into pieces. He loved her so much, he loved her enough to do for her what was needed to be done; even though he was sure it would kill him.

Clary woke in the morning with a pounding headache. The light coming through the windows was far too bright. She looked around; Jace was not in the room with her. She got up and went to take a shower. Her head was killing her; so this was an infamous hangover. She swore to herself she would never drink again. She cleaned up, examining her nails again, worried that they had grown longer in the night. They were the same. She got dressed quickly, throwing her hair up in a messy bun. She went downstairs finding the kitchen empty, not even coffee was brewed. She searched throughout the entire house, Jace was nowhere. They must be back in New York by now; she supposed he had gone to the institute.

She made her way to the institute, asking Church where the others were. She followed along silently; it looked like everyone was in the kitchen. Clary could smell the coffee from here and she wanted a cup so badly, hoping that it would help with the pounding in her head. She opened the doors and saw everyone was there, sitting around the table. Jace and Izzy were talking, Alec sat watching their conversation intently and Sebastian stood when Clary entered. Jace looked her way briefly, not even offering her a smile before turning back to their conversation.

Clary poured herself a cup of coffee before going to sit down next to Jace. He shifted wordlessly when she entered not even giving her a smile or hello. Clary felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. Jace knew now that she was part demon; he had taken the books and read it for himself.

"So Jace says you had a very interesting time in Idris that answered everything. He wouldn't tell us what all happened, he wanted to wait until you were up." Sebastian said, coming to sit back down on Jace's other side.

Clary put her hands to her head. His voice was too loud for the pounding in her head.

"By the angel Clary, you couldn't even figure out how to get rid of a hangover? You're supposed to be the one with the amazing rune powers. Here." Jace said his tone harsh and he drew an iratze on her arm, the band of drums in her head lowering their volume. It felt so much better.

Clary offered Jace a smile, "Thanks." She said quietly. Jace looked away from her quickly. Clary felt like the pit of her stomach was falling away from her, why was he acting like this?

"Ok, now that we are all conscious." Jace began, "Valentine didn't die in the fire; it was all a ruse to hide himself from the Clave after the attack. Before he attacked the Clave, he was experimenting with angel and demon blood. He experimented first on himself and then on pregnant women, to give the unborn children special powers and talents. Sebastian was the first, he was given demon blood. I was second, I was given angel blood, and then Clary was last, also with demon blood."

Clary dropped her coffee mug, spilling it all over the table. She didn't even try to clean it up, she just stared at Jace. "What do you mean, you were given angel blood? It was the Herondale child." Clary said.

Jace looked at her, his eyes reflecting turmoil of emotions, Clary couldn't place what he was feeling. "I am the Herondale child Clary. Valentine killed the Wayland son and put me in his place, I am the one with angel blood." Jace looked away from her again.

Clary got up from the table, nearly knocking everyone else's cups over, she ran from the room and kept going until she was outside the institute. She needed to be away for a while; she needed some time to think about things. Jace had not tried to follow her; he had barely even looked at her. He was part angel and she was part demon, he probably hated her, was disgusted by her. Clary ran for the only place she could think of. She ran to Simon.