Sorry to leave you guys on that cliff-hanger. But I had to - keep reviewing and tell me what you want to come up in the story! I am open to ideas…

My Infernal Devices Box Set arrived today! I have read TMI and TDA which were both amazing. I am planning to read every book in the shadowhunter chronicles, but I can't see anything beating Clary and Jace tbh...

Chapter 16…

{Jace's POV}

The moment they had brought her out, I was gobsmacked.

Her face was destroyed - they had been torturing her down there in the lock-up.

It sent a rush of anger through my veins - torturing prisoners was against Clave law and they had completely disregarded it.

But when her eyes met mine I didn't see fear and anger in them, I saw hope and belief.

But then her eyes snapped back to their natural cold glare - she had put her walls back up again. It made me want to scream, because really, I hadn't betrayed Clary. But I knew she wouldn't believe that.

It was strange, feeling like you had lost something when you never really had it.

{Time skip}

I saw everyone in the room take a step back in shock.

Clary's words echoing around the hall.

Valentine was ALIVE.

And he had been all this time, nobody knew what to say. Silence seemed to suffocate the air out of the room.

But then the hall was filled with the most terrifying, skull-splitting scream of agony.

It was Clary, the soul sword was glowing an ominous red in her arms.

It acted similar to the nature of smoke, a mixture of black and red engulfing and swirling around the sword and her.

I saw her try to release it, but it would not leave her grasp.

Hearing her cry of suffering, I darted over to where she was and didn't realise how quick I had gotten there until I looked into her eyes and saw something I had never seen in her before. Fear.

I grabbed the sword just inside of where she was holding it with both hands - to see if I could muscle it out of her hands.

But the second I latched onto the blade I saw a rush of images before my eyes.

Ones of a little red-headed girl learning how to fight, and getting beaten by a man.

Then one of the same girl only a little older, fighting a demon and was striked across the eye by demon ichor.

Then I saw a vision of Clary, only with her fiery red hair back. She was speaking to a man with his back turned to her and she spoke, "Father, I did it. I finally defeated Agramon today"

Then all the visions stopped and I was looking straight into Clary's eyes.

Mataellarch was still bound in between us. And then it flew up from our hands and smacked into the west wall of the hall.

As the sword flew it pulsated - sending shock waves through the room.

I was hurled backwards alongside Clary and we collided into the middle of the stoned wall simultaneously.

The hall was a mess, shadowhunters scattered around the room.

But all I could think of was her.

I knew at least one of my ribs was cracked from colliding with the wall.

Despite the pain I shuffled over to where she lay, she was struggling to sit up when I made it to her.

And then I saw it, Izzy had been right.

Clary's eyes were a deep black. They captivated me, I could only feel despair, rage and pain when I looked into her eyes.

Then I realised what I was really looking at. Death. Everything I imagined death to be like was laid plain in her eyes.

And then it felt like a weight crashing into me.

Those visions I had just seen.

They were of Clary.

{Clary's POV}

It was excruciating.

It felt like a thousand knives slicing all at once, but I couldn't make it stop.

I knew I was screaming, but the pain was blurring everything else out.

Until I felt him. His hands were touching mine, trying to pry the sword away.

And that's when they started, the visions. Well more memories really.

The worst part was, I remembered each one like they were the back of my hand.

And winced as I saw my father his my younger self.

When they finally stopped I saw his golden orbs glued to mine.

Suddenly the sword flew up into the air.

And the ramifications caused me to be tossed back as if I were a rag doll.

I smacked my head on one of the pillars and could feel blood running down the back of my neck.

The room around me was swimming in front of my eyes. I could feel my head start to swirl.

Biting hard into my lower lip - causing blood to trickle down from it - I managed to block out the pain and struggle into a sitting position.

When I finally lifted my head he was right there, about a few inches from my face.

His expression was startling, if it were even possible he looked full of anger and sympathy and fear.

It was then that I understood he had shared the vision of my memories.

Which meant he knew. He knew who my father was.

I tried to speak but I only choked out blood.

I don't want your help

Is what I had tried to say.

Despite this he grasped my chin and pulled out his stele - igniting my iratze on my neck.

I gave him a look of gratitude before looking around the room, I first saw that the hall was in disarray.

Chairs had been flown and smashed into walls, people were lying down and just starting to get up.

Me and Jace had been closest to Maetellarch, so we had taken the worst of the hit.

I scanned the room for the Mortal Sword and was horrified when I saw it.

It had blackened all the way up to the hilt.

Now there was writing etched across the blade.

Even from across the hall I could see what it said, I would know those words from anywhere.

They were my words.

Flectere si nequeo superos acheronta movebo

Those were my words.

If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.

Those were the words I had taught to myself every night.

I had become those words as much as I had become myself.

{Jonathan's POV}

It had all happened so fast.

One minute I was breathless with the revolution that my father was alive.

The next I saw Clary screaming out, and Jace was running over to her.

As I took a step toward them I was thrown back. Along with everyone else.

It was the sword.

I saw it send out these waves - it was like nothing I had ever seen before.

But what truly chilled me was what happened next.

We had all been knocked to the floor and out of the corner of my eye I could see Jace and Clary had been flung into the wall also.

The sword began glowing - not in an angelic, beautiful way.

In a manner that caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up.

It was vibrating a malevolent deep red and black.

And like a virus the sword turned black at the top of the hilt and seeped down to the edge of the blade.

And then markings began etching themselves onto the blade.

I knew they were latin but not what they meant.

I looked to my right and saw Izzy and Alec both had the same look of horror and confusion covering their faces.

It was unheard of for a mortal instrument to change. The mortal instruments were everything the Clave stood for, what did it mean if one of them was corrupted with some dark force.

{Jace's POV}

I followed Clary's gaze over to the sword and mimicked her look of terror.

Then I heard her whisper something.

She sounded scared.

"What?" I asked in a hushed voice.

"Flectere si nequeo superos acheronta movebo" she answered, louder this time.

My latin was fairly good, but I did not understand. When she saw the questioning look on my face she translated,

"If I cannot move heaven I will raise hell"

I could feel the power behind the words even as she said them.

And for the first time since I had ever looked into Clary's eyes, I saw it consuming her.

Fear.

But not of the sword, she looked down at her hands.

She was afraid of herself.

Thank you everyone for reading and the reviews - I appreciate so much!

I have had someone say that this is similar to a story they have read, I am aware that many authors have been similar to me in wanting to portray Dark Clary. But this is my original content and what I would have loved to see had things been different.

Also, I choose to update daily because I know how frustrating it can be as a reader to have a story not flow. Even if it is 11pm right now aha.

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