"No, no, no!" Clary grumbled as she slammed the cover of "Angelic archives of the century". Nothing had any answers, she pushed away from the desk and decided to check the shelves again – research wasn't as easy as it seemed. She ran her finger over the countless volumes of year old books – really hoping that the right one would just illuminate or something. She wasn't exactly surprised that nothing happened – she was never really that lucky. She stood on her tip toes and yanked a book down at random; hoping randomness would work in her favour. She was just about to open it when the desks phone began to ring away. She jumped slightly before composing herself and picking it up.

"Hello?" She asked, seeming a bit unsure of who would have rang her.

"Anything knew?" Jace asked, boredom being clearly demonstrated in his tone.

"Jace? How are you ringing me?" She questioned suddenly.

"You did give me a phone." He replied, slowly as if she was mentally handicap.

"Yes I know that! I was talking about – oh never mind." Clary sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Okay, well Alec wants us to wait – so I'm bored." He replied in a matter of fact tone.

"You see, research is much more fun." Clary smiled – it wasn't but she wasn't about to admit that.

"Speaking of research – how's it going?" He asked, seeming genuinely interested.

"I've only done 10 volumes so far – I did find one strange passage on Asmodeus but I don't know." Clary sighed.

"Read it to me." Jace replied – god he really was bored.

"Alright." Clary huffed as she reached across the loaded desk and picket up one of the books she had previously looked at. She didn't need to flick through it, she had tactically marked the page – candy wrappers did come in handy.

"Here we go – Asmodeus shall rise and the world become ash in his shadow. Good to evil and temptation to fate – no one is safe from the curse of the devil. The angels shall fight, they shall lay their hands on him and he shall burn – their purity destroying his evil. He shall burn and die, falling once more into the caesium of hell." Clary finished, nodding her head – it wasn't exactly picturesque.

"Lovely." Jace muttered, before sighing heavily.

"Don't worry, these things are never accurate." Clary smiled, closing the book.

"Alright, I'll let you get back to it then. Remember you're looking for something that Ithuriel poured a bit of himself into – a bonded item." Jace clarified. Straight after the phone began to buzz and crackle.

"Got to go." Jace stated bluntly – and the phone went dead. Clary sighed and put her receiver down, back to work then.

"Jace, Alec wants us to move." Simon whispered, as he appeared next to Jace. Jace sighed as he quickly ended his phone conversation with Clary.

"Ready?" Jace asked as he stuck Clary's phone back into his pocket. Simon just nodded before they set off down the grotty passages.

"Jace, calm down." Alec warned as he watched his brother pace the chamber. Alec believed that waiting was the best option if they wanted maximum surprise – little did he know that the demons had been and gone. Jace was livid. Nothing left in the chamber apart from a destroyed display case that should have held the scroll.

"They have one left!" Jace growled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"And Clary is on it – listen we are going to get them." Alec comforted, but Jace wasn't in the comforting mood.

"We didn't exactly get them here did we?" Jace replied dryly – gesturing with his chin to the destroyed display case.

"I don't think they ever came here first Jace – they wanted us here though." Alec mused as he began to move around the room.

"But I don't get why." Izzy interjected, as she moved to stand next to Simon.

"Is it a distraction so they can get the 4th one?" Simon asked, it seemed like the most logical explanation.

"If we knew why they did it we wouldn't be here!" Jace fumed, coming to a stop and leaning against the wall – lack of sleep was getting to him.

"I don't know – you shadowhunters seem quite dim." A familiar, cold voice replied from the corner of the room. All eyes snapped to the corner as Asmodeus stepped out – uncloaked this time.

"You!" Jace growled, grabbing his blade from his belt and making fast toward the creature. Asmodeus Just laughed at Jace's advance, bringing his palm out. The strange black fire hit Jace right in the chest – sending him flying backwards.

"Jace!" Izzy screamed as Magnus fired an energy ball at Asmodeus. His brow furrowed when the creature seemed unaffected – just smiling at him.

"Like I said – we shall have a rematch when I have my powers." Asmodeus hissed, looking over the small gathering.

"Well come on then!" Maia growled teeth and claws bared.

"Ha-ha, I forgot how primitive wolves are but I did believe that you could count to four." Asmodeus smiled in response, it was a cold smile – one that was intended to scare.

"One to go then." Jace coughed as he sat up – clutching his chest.

"Clever." Asmodeus spat.

"They tell me so." Jace sneered back.

"I really must be going –I have someone I need to see." He smiled before turning into the strange black mist again.

"I hate it when he does that." Jace growled, quickly drawing a healing rune on his forearm. Before jumping up and returning his blade to his belt.

"Do you think Clary knows yet?" Alec asked as he walked towards Jace.

"She said she was still looking – I'll give it a try." He replied coldly before removing the phone from his pocket and dialling the familiar number.

"Anything?" Izzy asked after a moment.

"No, it's dead – signal must be cut off." Jace shrugged as he hung up and put the phone back into his pocket.

"Well it might be obvious again." Izzy shrugged as they all began to ponder.

"We're looking for something that Ithuriel created." Simon mumbled to himself.

"Not created but put part of himself into." Jace clarified, crossing his arms and sighing.

"It can't be." Izzy muttered – her blood beginning to run cold.

"What?" Alec asked in confusion – did Izzy know.

"Jace." Was all she said in reply as all eyes shot to Jace.

"Yer, I'm here." He shrugged, seeming also confused at Izzy's strange outburst.

"No moron! You as in you're 4. Ithuriel isn't famous for creating anything because he didn't – he only sacrificed his blood for you and Clary." Izzy stressed, silence fell on the group then as they thought about this idea.

"It can't be." Alec mused.

"Why not?" Simon asked, thinking it was a good explanation.

"He wants one gift, not two – me and Clary are separate objects." Jace replied, confidence filling his voice.

"So one object." Izzy whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

"For god sake Izzy what's wrong?" Alec asked as he laid a tender hand on Izzy's shoulder. Her face had turned paler and paler as if she had seen a ghost.

"Clary." Was all she whispered in response – more to herself than anyone in particular.

"Izzy like I said, he'd need both of us." Jace stressed as if he was bored of the subject.

"Shut up! We have to get back now!" Izzy screamed, her voice losing all strength as she feared for Clary.

"Why?" Maia asked with a shrug – she thought Jace's explanation was fine. Why would the demon just be after Clary if they were the same?

"Because Clary's pregnant! You said he would need one object – something both you and Clary had created! Ithuriel's blood concentrated into one object!" Izzy exclaimed, not feeling an ounce of guilt for revealing the secret – well she did warn Clary. Jace's eyes shot wide as his completion went grey.

"What?" Alec asked, a bit breathless by the shock of it all.

"Clary's pregnant – she found out yesterday after the bar raid. She was going to tell you when we had dealt with Asmodeus" Izzy finished really wanting to get to Clary.

"Magnus, portal now!" Jace roared as he finally took in the reality of the situation. He was overcome with joy but then anger took over - Asmodeus was after his unborn child.

"Come on." Clary whined as she got down from the ladder with another pile of books and dumped them on the desk. She felt like she was back in school – not the happiest of memories. She sat back in her chair and let out a big breath before rubbing her eyes. Maybe she should have gone with the rest of the gang. Tiredness was beginning to dawn but she was too scared of the dark halls to go and make a coffee. She never was scared of the dark but this place was just so – big. It would be better if church was here she thought, but he had moved out when Robert and Maryse had.

"Back to work." She sighed to herself as she began to flick through the volumes – well it would take her mind off coffee. She was just about to turn the page when something hit her. Jace said a bonded item – something that was created from a bit of Ithuriel himself. Clary's heart began to pound as she ran over things in her mind. The demon in the museum had laughed 4 at her – but she couldn't be 4. Her and Jace were the same, why would she be in danger and not him? Her heart froze as it came to her realisation – a bonded item. A piece of Ithuriel but also a piece of Clary and Jace – oh no. She glanced down at her stomach then, her breathing coming out in gasps. She shot up from the desk, grabbing the weapons belt she had so casually discarded. She was about to strap it to her when her whole body ran cold – she couldn't move. Panic began to fill her as she felt a presence behind her.

"Clarissa." An all too familiar voice hissed.

Asmodeus.