*Hiding behind every favourite character of every fandom that exists*
Hey there...remember me? The incredibly horrible updater? Well I'm back...with a short chapter I know! But I'm trying to get back into the stories...It's hard to explain...Ever read a book that's basically becomes like the air around you but then you haven't read it in ages and it takes a while for you to get back into the storyline that you feel disappointed in yourself and begin procrastinating and start following more fandoms and then you overload on fandoms and eventually just stop everything you're doing and question everything (And I mean everything) about your life and somehow find inspiration to keep going after staring at a chocolate cake that's been in the fridge for a week yet you still want to eat it just because it's a chocolate cake?
So as you can see I'm feeling better (Just got over a cold I swore was going to kill me) and can't wait to write again! I know this chapter is short, but like I said in another story, let's think of these short chapters as 're-starter' chapters. Hope you're all okay with that because you have no other way of reading this story unless someone steals it
*Has Jace, Magnus, Alec and every other badass guarding laptop that contains stories*
So yeah...I've rambled on for a bit too long...Hope you enjoy this chapter! Ignore the shortness!
Jace: "That's what Simon-"
Me+Simon: "Don't!"
Clary Pov
Wh-how-HUH?!
How is there a picture of a teenage Jonathan when he died years ago? What was he doing in New York? Who took the picture?
Who left the picture in her room?!
"Looks like you're awake." A feminine voice said behind her.
Clary spun around in shock as she didn't hear the door open. A beautiful women stood in the now open doorway. A women she had seen only once in her life.
"Y-You're that demon! The demon that gave blood to Jonathan! It's because of you he died!" She screamed, before remembering the picture. "You caused him pain, even though you said you would save him!" Clary corrected herself. Another realisation came to her mind. "You're the women that was arguing with my father!"
The women giggled like the situation and accusations were funny. "You have good memory. Yes, my blood flows through your brother and if you remember, I said I would 'help' him. Which I did. As for your father and I having a argument with your father, you will find it was justified."
Clary stared blankly at the women. "He said you were controlling him!"
"If you allow me to explain, I'm sure we can work well together."
"Why would I want to work with you? Everything I know about you involves harming my family!"
The women smiled again, revealing sparkly white teeth that looked sharp enough to tear into human flesh. "I'm Lilith. Or as you Nephilm would know me, the mother of all demons."
Jace POV
Jace was in the training room, sparring against Alec whilst telling him of how Jonathan had knocked himself out in an alley.
"So, he just run off to hit himself in the head with a wall?" Alec asked suspiciously as he deflected a blow from the seraph blade Jace had attempted.
Jace in turn, leaped from a low swing of Alec's seraph blade. "I heard that before. You know where? When I said it." Jace rolled to the side, faked a hit to Alecs left and caught him in a head lock.
Alec attempted to elbow in Jace's side, but caught Jace's stomach instead. It had a better effect. Jace released him, but dropped to the ground to kick Alec's feet from below him. Alec didn't register in time what he was doing so he fell with a thud.
Quickly using his low defences to Jace's advantage, he straddled Alec, pointing his seraph blade at Alec's throat.
"Can you blame me for questioning your story?" Alec asked, pushing Jace's blade aside, admitting defeat. "I know Jonathan can be pretentious and a bit of a..." Alec trailed off.
"An asshat?" Jace found himself smirking at the name Clary had called him.
Alec rolled his eyes. "Whatever you want to call him, but isn't it strange that he would purposely knock himself out when he's arguing with you?"
"Believe me or not, but he did! Now if you will excuse me, I am going to be playing the role of a lone wolf since my idiot partner is still unconscious." Jace grumbled before turning around and walking towards the exit of the training room.
"Jace...Isabelle and I were talking and we think it's time you gave up." Alec said carefully.
Jace just reached the door and froze. His hand gripping the handle. "So you and Iz have been talking behind my back." Jace said through his teeth, his voice was filled with anger.
"Jace it's not like that!"
"How can I give up?! It's my fault that she's gone!"
Alec sighed but replied "You can blame yourself all you want, but downworlders clearly don't have any new information about Valentine or Clary. It's been two years. None of us will have closure, but Clary wouldn't want us to berate ourselves with all these useless interrogations!"
"Stop talking about her like you think she's dead!" Jace shouted, finally turning around to glare at his parabatai.
"Or what Jace?" Alec challenged. "You're going to scream pointless theory's? You're going to beat me up? Well go ahead! Let's see if it solves anything!" Alec spread his arms, giving Jace better access to attack.
His anger bubbled to the point of his body shaking, but Jace took every bit of his self control to not subcumb to Alec's invitations. He was surprised by his self control, but he didn't think too much on it.
"If you want to give up, fine. But I'm not about to quit." Jace growled before using his shoulder to push open the door and storming out. His body was still shaking from anger which caused him to be oblivious to Isabelle who walked right into him when he walked around a corner.
Jace caught her by the shoulder but her balance was off so she ended up hitting her head off the wall.
"Ow! Watch where your going!" Isabelle hissed as she pressed both hands to her head where she hit it.
Jace forgot about his anger as he said "Sorry, you okay?"
Isabelle glared at him before taking a deep breath. "Mom's holding a clave meeting in the library. A shadowhunter body was found earlier today apparently..." She trailed off.
Jace could feel his heart beating all over his body. "Is it..." He couldn't even say her name.
Iz shook her head. "Doubt it. Mom would have said. I've got to tell Alec about the meeting." She said mostly to herself as she walked away.
Of course Alec would be attending the meeting. He was eighteen and qualified as grown up in shadowhuner terms. Jonathan wasn't allowed to listen in on the meeting either since the whole clave – or mainly any shadowhunter with a brain cell – didn't trust his half demon nature.
Jace didn't realise he was walking till he found himself standing in front of the library where Maryse was standing outside the doors with tears running down her cheeks.
The only thing registering through Jace's head was that Maryse knew the shadowhunter pretty well if she was crying over them.
No...
"Maryse?" He found himself asking quietly.
The woman raised her head towards his voice. "Jace, you're not-"
"I don't care about the meeting." Much... "I just want to know who the shadowhunter is."
Maryse shook her head. "I can't tell you that much."
"Please Maryse." Jace begged. "I'll get on my knees and beg if I have to. I just need to know who the shadowhunter is – was."
Maryse stared at him longer before looking behind her where three clave officials were walking towards them.
Finally she turned around, the tear tracks disappeared and her normal blank expression in place she said quietly that Jace wasn't sure he heard correctly, or that he hoped he head her incorrectly.
"Valentine Morgenstern."
Clary POV
"Where's my father?!" Clary demanded of the demon in front of her.
Lilith's lips curved into a smirk. "He's otherwise occupied." She walked closer to Clary, reaching a hand out towards Clary's face making her recoil from the touch. "Don't worry about him. Blood parents will always disappoint their children. First your mother runs out on all of you and now your father has left you."
"What?" Clary felt her body stiffen.
Her father wouldn't abandon her...would he?
"I gave him the option of leaving or continuing working with me - us. But he left with his tail between his legs." Lilith stood in front of a mirror, flicking parts of her hair into different spots. "That's why you can't depend on men. They lie, hurt and use those around them."
"No they don't!" Clary shouted, but tried to keep her voice even. She couldn't let Liliths words affect her so much.
The demon pointed towards the photo cluched in Clary's hand. "That isn't your father in that picture."
Clary looked away from Lilith and faced the wall where a picture of her, her father and Jonathan from so many years ago hung. Could they both have purposely set out to hurt her? Or was she just that unimportant to them that it didn't matter if she got hurt.
She didn't know what made her turn and face Lilith. She also didn't know what made her say her next few words.
"What do you want with me?"
Not my best work, but better than nothing!
I know I didn't include a Jonathan POV, but that was mainly because he's unconscious and I wanted to update instead of writing him waking up...yeah you can't get much lazier than that...
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed! I'm sorry it's taking me so long to update, but I am trying! My sleep condition is still horrible and I'm just after getting over a cold so I'm not in the most inspiration time to write but I do try!
Oh and as for the whole 'Valentine is dead'...you're going to have to read to find out what happened ;)
Till next time ~Maraudergirl68448
