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"Alec, behind you!" Isabelle's scream echoed the street.

A demon with long black claws was heading for her brother, who didn't notice it due the fact he was fighting a demon that was spitting poisonous acid at him. He wouldn't see it in time and Isabelle was too far away to protect him.

Damn it! Jace had only one Seraph blade in his hand. If he threw it, he would have no weapon to protect himself.

But he had no choice. His parabatai was in danger. He would find another way to protect himself. He would think of something. He always did.

He aimed carefully at the demon with claws and threw the blade. It abandoned his left hand, flew through the air and then pierced the demon's chest. The demon squeaked for a moment and then vanished.

A grin appeared on Jace's face.

Perfect hit. As always.

But there was no time to enjoy his victory. His gaze looked for the others.

Alec finally managed to beat the acid-spitting demon. He joined his sister in a fight against demon with yellow horns all over its body.

Next to Isabelle was Clary. Her red curls were full of sweat and dirt, but she was still the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Her green eyes shone like stars as the adrenaline streamed through her veins. She had lost her blade, but still held a dagger in her hands. In front of her was another of those acid-spitting demons, but she avoided gallantly every 'bomb' it launched.

He joined her, trying to distract the demon and give Clary a chance to stab it.

"Hey, asshole!" He yelled at the demon and hit it with his boot, just to be sure he got its attention.

Even though it didn't understand English, the demon turned around. It really was dumb. As soon as he had hit it, its eyes had left Clary and followed him, even though he was the one without any weapon in his hands.

He jumped over one of the benches and hid behind it. The park was a good place to ensure home-advantage on the battlefield. There was a lot of room, a lot of things one could use as a weapon and a lot of places one could escape to. He heard the wood crackling as the acid hit the bench instead of his back.

Now, Clary. He thought. Just stab him. Like we practiced.

He waited for a second, expecting it would be enough for her to do the job, and then glanced through the burning remains of the bench. He was sure that now there would be no demon there. He should be safe. Clary would never let him down.

Just at the moment when he looked towards them, just at the moment his eyes met the demon's, he felt pain.

He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't think. Acid was burning the skin on his face, making him scream. He couldn't remember the last time he had screamed in pain. He couldn't remember his own name. Everything around him was darkness and pain. His hands grabbed his face, trying to remove the acid, but there was no use. Now his hands were burning too. He tried to wipe them clean, but accomplished nothing. The acid was stuck on his skin like glue.

"Jace!" He heard several voices calling his name.

He couldn't answer. He couldn't remember how to speak. His strength was fading away rapidly, but he could do nothing about it. He felt his legs giving up beneath him, but consciousness abandoned him even before he hit the ground.

"Is he going to be alright?" A voice appeared suddenly out of nowhere.

It seemed like he had spent years in a prison made of silence and now he had been abruptly thrown out of it. The voice was too loud and gave him a headache.

"I can't tell right now." Another voice replied. "It was a direct hit. He was really badly injured. It's practically a miracle he's alive."

"People, we're not in a concert." He grumbled, just wanting the voices to speak quietly. It didn't matter who they were talking about, but they could do it in lower voices.

Unfortunately, his wish wasn't granted.

"Jace!" He heard a few female voices speaking in union like a choir.

Then he felt hands grabbing him. They tried to hug him all at once. He felt at least five hands around his neck and on his shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm alive." He said, some of his confidence coming back.

"We've been so worried about you!" He heard familiar voice. Isabelle's. "We thought..."

"That I won't make it?" He laughed. "Really, Izzy, I thought you knew me better than that. I always make it."

She didn't answer. Alec was the next one who spoke.

"How are you feeling?"

"Except for your voices frying my brain, I'm fine." Jace still hadn't opened his eyes, but now was time to do it. He wanted to get up from bed, to prove to them he was alright, as always.

But the darkness remained in front of his eyes, no matter how many times he blinked.

He raised his left hand, wanting to rub them, but somebody grabbed his wrist.

"Don't touch it." Magnus' voice was, as his squeeze, determined.

"Why not?" Jace tried to yank his hand out of the warlock's grip, but Magnus didn't let him go.

"Your eyes ..." He said slowly, trying to find words. "The acid hit you directly in the eyes. You had burns all over your face, but they got the worst hit. I tried my best to save them."

Jace held his breath.

It's not possible. It's not possible.

"And?" Somehow, his voice remained calm. Maybe it was because he hadn't said more than one word.

It wasn't Magnus who answered. It was Clary.

"Jace, there's still hope." Her voice was less calm than his. "You'll get better. Magnus says it just takes time ..."

He ignored her. He turned to the left, where he assumed Magnus was standing. His voice was the only one which seemed in control here. He could hear the bad news only from him.

"And?" He repeated.

"I don't know if it'll be enough." Magnus' voice sounded almost compassionate. "We all hope your sight will come back with time, but I can't promise that. You, and the rest of us, have to face it; you maybe won't be able to see anymore."