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Iwan sat silently at the end of the dining table watching the two women shouting angry at the three Shadowhunters.

"I can't believe you would do something like this Jace." His mother said in her usual disappointed voice. "You can't use runes you have no knowledge about."

"I have knowledge about them; I've just never used them before. It's not like I can just go around putting a destruire rune on everything that catches my eye." He said lazily, only making their short tempered mother angrier.

"Jace Herondale!" She shouted, the golden haired boy winced at the use of his full name.

"Fine, I'm sorry. I'll never use the rune again. At least not until I've practised it." Celine sent him a death glare and opened her mouth, "I was joking mum. I'm not going to use it again." He told her with a smirk playing on his lips. Their mother relaxed a little bit after that.

Max shared an amused smile with Iwan before he stuffed his mouth full of the meal the two mothers had prepared.

"I'm glad it's not us this time." Iwan whispered to the boy who nodded agreeing with the statement.

After a few minutes of silence Maryse looked up at her two eldest Shadowhunter children, "And you two, when your father gets back.." She stopped herself, taking a long breath, "I'll make sure you will never do something as stupid as this ever again." The mothers shared a look before Maryse asked, "How did you actually find her?" Her voice was still harsh.

No one initiated to an explanation, staring uncomfortably around. Iwan saw his brother glance nervously at his parabatai before he opened his mouth.

"It was my fault. I'm really sorry. I went into grandma's office and borrowed her files on the Shadowhunter. I didn't think I would find anything, but after a few days of looking through them I came over something that sounded familiar, and I dragged Izzy and Alec with me."

Isabelle and Alec stared at the golden boy with shocked expressions; Iwan knew his brother had lied. It was something in the way he spoke, fast and without pauses, but Iwan wouldn't tell on him. They never did when the other told a lie. It was a unwritten law between the two brothers.

"YOU DID WHAT?" Celine shouted at her son and put down her cutlery.

Cringing at their mother's voice, both Jace and Iwan shared a scared look. Iwan tried giving his elder brother a reassuring look, but it ended up in a small trademark Herondale smirk.

Jace peered at his younger brother and tilted his head threatening, which only made Iwan smile wider.

None of them listened to Celine as she scolded at them for being irresponsible and reckless.

After a few minutes the temper in the room had cooled down and everyone was silently eating their food. Grilled salmon with vegetables, something Iwan found rather boring.

A faint sound from the door opening and Stephen walked inside the room; his blue eyes were concentrated and he focused on the two women sitting at the end of the table talking with each other.

xxxx

flashback

Clary let out a shaky breath as soon as she saw her father standing next to the door. He motioned for her to follow, and as always she obeyed his request.

The silence tugged at Clary's curiosity and she followed him impatient down the long darkened hallway. She stared in a mixture of fear and awe; he had never let her go down here before. He said it was bad things hiding in every corner.

She walked further down the hallway, taking in every piece of the manor she hadn't already seen.

Valentine took out his silver stele and drew a curly rune on the wall and suddenly a door materialized from the dark red tapestry and slid open. Clary noticed the light was brighter inside the room, and as she was led in she wondered what could possibly be down here.

It was her sixth birthday today. Valentine would probably have her gift down here, something too big for him to take to her bedroom on the third floor.

Clary was wrong. It was not a birthday present.

A tall humanoid with grey-blue skin and purple eyes shining angry at the two people and a mouth full of pointed teeth that jutted in every direction hissed in their way.

"W-what is this, father?" Clary asked, trying to put on a brave face.

"Whatever the Clave is planning, you can never let them know you exist, Clary. You would be at the centre of it all," Valentine said.

"What? Why?" the six year old Clary asked her father.

"Because you are gifted with immense power, powers most Shadowhunters can only dream of possessing." He glanced at his daughter and gave her a reassuring smile.

"What kind of powers?" Clary asked, interested in the topic. She didn't know she had any special powers.

"You see this creature?" Valentine asked, "Yes it's a demon." Clary answered quickly.

Her father nodded his head, "Yes, it's a demon." The demon hissed and tried to dart forward, but was stopped by an invisible ward. The only sign of his barrier was the blue flame on the floor that formed a pentagram. Inside the pentagram it burned the pattern of overlapping triangles into the floor.

In between the spaces formed by the pentagram were symbols unlike anything Clary had ever seen before; it didn't look quite like letters and not quite like the runes she so swiftly could draw. The symbols gave off a chilly sense of menace despite the heat of the flames surrounding them.

Valentine opened his mouth and continued his explanation, "It's a demon of the name Moloch. He is known to be one of Hell's most fearsome demon warriors, and you Clary, you have his blood running in your veins." His smile faded, but he kept his gaze at his redheaded young daughter.

Her reaction was surprising. She looked at the demon and walked towards him. "How?" She asked as the stepped even closer to the burning floor.

"It began when you were younger, and you already know what happened the day of the Uprising." He said with a grievous tone in his voice, "I would never let something like that happen to you again. I wanted you to be able to protect yourself against even the greatest evil the world could throw your way." He squatted down to Clary's height and touched her scarred cheek. It was a red scar, standing out from the other white scars on her pale body.

"I would've told you earlier, but I did not think you would understand why I did what I did."

Clary nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She had not yet fully understood what her father told her. "Are you telling me.." She couldn't find the right words. Fear prickled in her skin and she inhaled deeply.

"You have been drinking small doses of Moloch blood from the age of eighteen months, this has left you with great powers, you already know how well your runes works, but we can train you into becoming the most determined, tough, courageous and forceful Nephilim in the world." Valentine saw how his words affected the young girl and smiled a triumphant smile in his daughter's direction.

"Now." He said, snapping her out of her own thoughts. "I did not bring you down here only to tell you about Moloch," The demon hissed again, he could not speak; it seemed to be because of the summoning wards her father had put around the demon.

"Your birthday my dear." Valentine touched the top of Clary's head, ruffling her red hair out of place, she let out a trilling laughter and followed Valentine towards a shelf.

The demon made another suppressed noise and Clary turned her head in fear, but he was still trapped inside the flaming pentagram.

When Clary turned back to face her father, she saw he held a thin golden chain in his hand, on the chain hung a ring in the same brilliant gold. The ring was formed as a rolled leaf with a small mark Clary had never seen in her life. It was beautiful.

End of flashback

xxxx

"Tell me, what will I have to do for you to tell me your goddamn name?" Stephen asked her, but Clary only smirked in his direction.

"I don't know, but I like the crowd. It makes this so much more interesting." She bit her lip and felt another stinging pain in her chest and sucked in a deep breath. The broken bones had not been healed, and she was still tied to the chair with something around her wrists that burned her skin.

For some reason they had stopped hitting her after the two other Shadowhunters came inside the training room. They spoke in hushed voices and Clary could detect the worried expressions their faces held.

"It would be to your advantage to speak only the truth," he said. "By answering the questions untruthfully, it will only cause you more pain." Stephen finished and leaned back in his chair waiting for a response.

Clary looked up at him and smirked.

"Is that your best threat? Damn that was just a depressingly awful threat." She told him shaking her head slightly.

She could see the man's taking a deep breath, most likely because he wanted to kill her rather than talk. This only made the smirk playing on Clary's lips stretch.

"What is your name?" The question came for the fiftieth time and Clary rolled her eyes at him and sat back in her chair.

"What is your name?" He repeated. Why he still had not called for a Silent Brother to bring the Mortal Sword, she did not know.

'Tell them your name'

Clary's head shot up in surprise. She could swear she had heard Maggie's voice, but there was no one else in the room except herself and the four other Shadowhunters.

'Clary, tell them your real name'

The voice of Maggie repeated the order in her head. Okay I'm definitely going crazy. Clary thought, she probably had a really high fever caused by the excruciating soreness in her whole body, but she didn't have time to think much before the voice rang in her head again.

'We will find a way to get you, but as long as you are where you are, do what you do best, play the game.'

She had definitely not imagined the sound of Maggie's voice in her head, it was too real. And as always, she obeyed the request.

"Clarissa Morgenstern."

Silence filled the training room. None of the Shadowhunters spoke, Clary didn't know if they even let out a single breath.

"Your real name." Stephen replied, an angry tone carried in his voice.

"What, you think I'm being untruthful?" She smirked again and leaned back in her chair, trying her best to ignore the stabbing pain that followed her every breath.

"You think you're really smart, right?" Stephen hissed at her, his face inches from hers and he had grabbed her arm, sending a gruesome fire of agony though her body.

Forcing the pain out of her head, she looked up at him, her emerald eyes meeting the blue eyes once more.

"Well, I am definitely a bit above average, yes." She shrugged and smirked another trademark smile his way.

Stephen stood up and walked towards the four other Nephilim standing a few feet behind him.

Clary could not hear their conversation, but after a few minutes she grew impatient with their stupid secret circle, "My name is Clarissa Morgenstern, daughter of the deceased Shadowhunter Valentine Morgenstern." She could still not tell them her father was alive, if they found out; he would be hunted down, and maybe even killed.

No, it was better to make up the perfect truth.

"Clary?" There was a voice behind Stephen, a woman's voice.

A blond Shadowhunter walked up to her chair and Clary sent her a hateful glare. "Yes." She answered and moved uncomfortably in the hard chair.

"By the angle, Clary. Clary it's really you." The woman whispered and looked into the emerald eyes staring at her.

"Yes, and you are?" Clary jeered.

"Celine Herondale." Celine replied quickly. The man next to her telling her to walk away, but she kept her feet planted next to the chair.

"I'm your mother's parabatai Clary." She explained.

Clary pressed her back against the chair trying to get as far away from the woman as possible.
"Get away from me." She hissed and she could feel her eyes burn with the hate she felt in her chest.

Celine didn't back off, she pressed her eyelids together and opened them, blank eyes shone in Clary's direction. "Clary." She said softly, lifting her hand to touch the right side of Clary's face.

"GET AWAY!" Clary screamed, unable to keep her emotions in check.

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