So, this is my take on how Imogen Herondale. How she found out her son was working wife Valentine, that he was dead, and learning Jace was her grandson before she sacrificed herself for him.

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'He was such a sweet boy, I dont know what happened to him.'

Staring at my son right now I don't even recognize him anymore.

His words race through my head. My son my innocent boy, working with Valetine. I almost can't believe it's true, but after his divorce I began to see another side to my son. A side that didn't care what I thought, that would leave his wife just to quickly marry another women, that argued and fought with me over the simplest things.

I've suspected of a while that me was one of them. I just didn't want to admit to myself that I'd lost him to Valentine's influence.

Stephen doesn't stick around long after informing me of his involvement in The Circle. After telling me I was the one in the wrong and if I just listen to Valentine I'd understand, as if I'd ever aligned myself with that…man.

I feel something inside me break in the moment, a piece of me that's I'll never be able to get back. The space inside me, now empty, goes cold.

It doesn't fill with anything else, no love or anger, it's just gone cold.

"Imogen please. Just invite them over… I'd like to at least have a chance to know my grandchild," My husband walks off after a few second when I don't say anything.

My eyes trail to the floor to the box by the door. After last year when out birthday gift to Stephen was sent back unopened we didn't bother sending this one. I didn't stop me from getting him something, I don't even know why I did it.

Things with Stephen haven't gotten better since he told me he was aligning himself with Valentine. We tried to speak a few times afterwards, but it always ended up in screaming matched. Talking to me it was like speaking to Valentine himself, hearing my son spew the same crap Valentine did hurt too much.

Finally, I told Stephen if he didn't leave The Circle then he wasn't welcome here.

I wasn't even aware Stephen and…..Celine I believe is his new wife name, we even expecting.

Luck had been on our side and whenever I left the house I always seemed to be able to avoid running into Stephen. Until last week Mark and I had a dinner to go to and we went for a nice stroll in town then we saw them.

Stephen looked good; his hair was shorter. He had a beautiful young women on his arm, she was practically glowing. When I saw her belly I understood why.

They saw all women have a glow about them when their pregnant.

She had to have been around 6-7 months into her pregnancy with their baby. Stephen's baby. Our grandchild. I wonder if it's a boy or girl. I'm sure they know; Stephen would never be able to wait 9 months to find out. He was always so impatient.

When they turned and saw us standing their it pained me to see the smile on Stephen's face fall.

Mark has been on my case all week. I don't know what he wants from me to apologize, to tell Stephen I didn't mean what I said. Except I can because I did.

I meant every single word. I hate that Stephen's is with Valentine, just the thought of it makes me sick.

So, what does he expect. I'm not going to apologize, and I won't lie either which mean being in Stephen's life is impossible. He made it clear he would accept him back into his life unless I apologized for my 'harsh and unfair words against such a good man'. I'll die before I do that.

The Image of her baby bump pops in my mind. I always wanted grandkid, a little girl or boy to spoil with candies and kisses. I want to be in their lives.

Before I can think about what I'm doing I pull out a piece of paper and begin writing a letter to Stephen.

I don't apologize, and make it clear I mean what I said. I wont lie to my son, but I do tell me how me I miss him. How I want to know my grandchild, and his new wife. I ask if he's like to come over for dinner on Saturday.

Then I send it off and hope for a reply.

'Well, this is going about as well as I thought it would'

I reach for my wine glass, something I've been doing a lot during this disastrous dinner. It's not like I accepted Stephen to walk into this home and into my arms like the last year didn't happen, but I was hoping for better than this when he accepted my invite for dinner.

When he first stepped into our home, his wife on his arms, it was awkward well all just stood there not sure what to do. Celine's been a godsend. She's started talking and didn't stop until dinner was ready, and has the only one actively talking through the entire dinner.

I catch myself staring at Stephen throughout the entire dinner. A part of me hopes he'll take the lead and say something instead of sitting their staring into his plate.

"God will you stop staring at me. What do you want me to say that I'm sorry. Fine I'm sorry you were right Valentine is not what I thought me was." Stephan exclaims.

I stare wide-eyed at him. I was hoping he'd say something like this but never actually excepted him to do it. I feel tears of happiness in my eyes hearing this, God I want to kiss someone. I've been hoping he'd have a change of heart, and now he has.

"Oh, sweetie I'm so happy to hear this you can leave that retched group and come home." I reach forward clasping his hand.

Stephen shakes his head, removing my hand from his. "Mother it's not that simple. I made a pledge to him; he's not going to just let me walk away. I know based on what I've heard about Luke's "Accident". I just don't know what to do."

I'm on my knees in front of him, holding his cheeks eyes locked on his. "Stephen look at me. Do you want out of The Circle?" I ask, and after a second he nods. "Then we'll figure out the rest. Now be careful when you see him next, act like you're still loyal to him until I can figure out a way to help you. Would you two be willing to relocate for a while if it comes to it?"

Neither look excited about the idea, but they both nod. Celine's hand holding her belly protectively, and I'm sure they'd both be willing to go anywhere for their child. Maybe the New York Institute.

"Now that this ugly business is taken care of, let's talk about something else. Tell me about my grandchild." I order with a cheery smile. This gets a smile from them as well and for the rest of the night all we talk about is the little boy who'll be born soon.

That night I go to sleep knowing everything's going to be ok.

If only I'd know how wrong I was.

I sit here long after everyone else has gone. Long after they've all gone home to their families and their happy lives.

I can bring myself to move from my husband grave. I know if I turn my head I'll be staring at Stephen and that causes another stab of pain until I'm clutching my chest trying to relieve the ache. I know it's futile this ache, this stabbing pain is something I'll carry with me forever.

I don't understand how this happened. I picture my life from 2 weeks ago. I can remember sitting by the fire talking and laughing with Celine, feeling my grandson kick from within her. My husband and son sitting on the sofa, drinking whiskey and having their own conversation.

Of course, there was some sadness, like when Stephen had to go to a Circle meeting. I still can't believe he convince me to let him be a spy for the Clave, even if he was able to help stop some attack on Downworlders.

I didn't know it at the time, but Valentine had sensed Stephen's loyalties didn't completely align with him anymore. After their 3rd attack was stopped, after we were waiting for them. He'd figured out there was a spy. He gave each member a lactation of the next attack to see where The Clave showed up, and he figured out it was Stephen.

Stephen was killed the next night. Celine killed herself hours later.

The news of their death was to much for my dear husband already weak heart. He dropped like lead when he heard the news, and never recovered. He died 4 days after Stephen's funeral.

The last bit of warmth in me freezes over, and now I'm completely cold inside. Now all I want is Valentines' head on a platter, and if being cold hearted will get me that. Then so be it.

'You could be my son'

Those words are ringing in my head. I don't understand what possessed me to say them.

I let out a little scoff. I know exactly what possessed me to say them. That boy Johnathan Morgenstern reminded me so much of my Stephen.

The way he carried himself, how he spoke, and honest his looks as well.

He's got that crooked cocky grin Stephen would get sometimes. He's the type of boy Stephen was at his age, and honestly how I imagined my grandson would've been if he was able to live.

For a moment I feel another stab of anger at Celine for taking her life with my grandson within her. I understand her pain at Stephen's loss, but that little baby never even got to take a breath before his life was over.

I shake my head of these thought. Yes Celine was wrong for taking the baby with her, but her grief was just too much to deal with. It's not like I haven't thought about taking a knife to my wrist as well. The only thing stopping me is the thought of Valentine not paying for killing my family.

I picture what my family was, what it could've been if Valentine had never come into out lives and caused the death of everyone I held dear.

Valentines is the one to blame here.

I feel my anger rise and my heart hardens again into a frozen block of ice.

That boy he's dangerous. For a second I felt warmth inside me for the first time in years. It must be something his father taught him. How to warm your way into someone's heart so they'll be blinded by love and do whatever you want of them.

I promise myself not to let him blindsight me like his father did to so many others years ago.

This is my chance to get to Valentines and ruin his plans, and nothing and no one will mess with that.

I don't understand how this boy keeps doing this. Not even Valentine was this strong, but not matter how hard I try to stop it Johnathan Morgenstern keeps warming his way into me.

I thought I could do it. Be the cold-hearted women people believe me to be, and keep this boy from sinking his hooks into me, but I failed.

I knew it the moment I got the alert the Silent City was under attack and my first though was if the boy was ok. I managed to hide my relief seeing him safe with my suspicion about his involvement in the attack. He claimed Valentine just left him here. As if any father, even Valentine, would leave their child locked up here.

I know there must be more at play here, but I cant figure out what their plan would be. At this point I'm aware the boy must be a spy for his father, and that they have something planned. What's the point of leaving Johnathan here?

I don't know but I know this boy can't be trusted.

Something that's confirmed when he cant even stay with the Warlock Magnus even when I gave him the chance to prove himself. He could've tried to show he wasn't with his father like he claimed, but he immediately went off to see him.

'Then what's he doing back here? Why isn't he with his father?' I wonder. I quickly quiet my thought as I honestly don't have an answer.

Why did the boy come back? He was free, he could've easily stayed with his father and been rid of me, something I know he desperately wants.

Now look at him, locked up again.

When I see the look of anger in his eyes. An image pops into my mind of Stephen at this age. I can even remember what he was mad at me for, but damn if this boy doesn't look exactly like my Stephen right now.

I shake my as if to shake the traitorous thought from my head, a problem I've had so much lately.

I suppose it's impossible not to pity the boy somewhat. Never knowing his mother, raised only by Valentine as a father, then having to watch his father's fake murder at such a young age.

He doesn't even believe his father loves him enough to trade the Mortal Instruments for him.

'Children. They'll never be able to understand a parents love.' I think to myself.

I feel a bit of excitement thinking this will all finally be over soon. I'm sure Valentine will do what any father would do, and make the trade. I mean it's his son, nothings more important than that.

I'll finally have my revenge on the bastard that took so much from me.

I'm moving on autopilot as I hurry to throw my Shadowhunter gear on. I can feel the confusion coursing through my body.

I-I don't understand, he was supposed to accept my trade. This is his child how could not care about me killing him.

I feel another sense of disgust run through my body at the thought of killing the boy. I'm unsure if it's because I'd be taking a life for no reason other than revenge something Valentine would do, or rather it's whatever magic Johnathan's working on me I don't know.

I think back to the moment I held Stephen in my arms. He was red faced and wrinkly and the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I knew I'd do anything for him, and for the life of me cant figure out how Valentine isn't willing to do the same.

Even if they've spent years apart that's still his child, his baby.

'Yeah as if a man like Valentine is capable of caring about anyone but himself.'

I stop moving at the thought. It's not a new one, in fact I've had it and many like it about Valentine throughout the years.

So why on earth is it hitting me know what that really means. I assumed Valentine would be like me, would be willing to do anything for his child. Except Valentine's dead inside not capable of caring about someone but himself. So how could I be dumb enough to assume he'd make me trade.

How could I be willing to kill an innocent boy just to get revenge on Valentine. A boy who was telling me the truth all alone, he was innocent. Just another pawn in Valentines plans, one he threw away when he had no more use for him…..Just like Stephen.

A sob catches in my through at the realization. I'm no better than Valentine. Johnathan was useful to me as a way to get back and his father and when he wasn't I was willing to just kill him off.

Well, I'm not going to sit here whining about my mistakes anymore it's time to do something to make up for it. According to his friends the Johnathan is on his way to his fathers ship, to stop him. Here I was thinking he would align himself with his father, but he's willing to fight him, kill him to protect the family he's made for himself here.

'I'm coming Johnathan, please be ok when I get there.'

When we got to the ship the battle was in full force. Chaos everywhere. Scream and that horrible noises all demons seem to make, screeching through the air to my ears. I can see the dark mass of the demons moving all over the place, getting cut down by the light from the Angle blades. The demons shock at the appearance of us Shadowhunter has worn off, and they're advancing faster than we can cut them down.

I care nothing for killing demons right now my eyes scan the ship looking for a familiar head of blond hair. There's this intense need to see Johnathan right now, to make sure he's alive and unharmed.

Finally, I see him on the other side of the ship, clothes torn and ragged from fighting.

I'm moving before I even realize it, pushing past other Shadowhunter's and cutting down any demon in my way, before I finally reach him.

"Come with me." I can hear the desperation in my voice, as I grab his sleeve tugging him away from the fight.

"I need to find Luke, he's been hurt." Johanthan huffs, jerking his arm from my grasp. I wonder if he knew it was me under the hood. "Let go."

"Oh, for the Angle's sake-" I finally stop by tugging on his arm long enough to reach up and pull down my hood, revealing my face to him.

"Now will you do what your told Johnathan, and come with me." I asked staring into his eyes. His weirdly golden eyes.

"I'm not really the 'do what your told type', but I might consider it if you ask nicely." He says after a moment. Making sure to add that bit of sass he always has in his voice when he talks to me.

The bit that makes me want to slap him. Although I suppose in the middle of a battle isn't the time for me to be slapping him.

'Not really the time for his sarcasm either, yet her we are.' I ignore that thought.

"I need to talk to you. Please come with me." I repeat, making sure to add the urgency in my voice so maybe he'll finally grasp how serious this is.

Instead, he stares at me is surprise. "Now."

"Yes, Now." I repeat. I reach for his arm again and begin tugging him away.

"Your insane." He says trying to tug his arm free. I turn as see him looking towards the middle of the ship, where the battle's still going strong. I could see the demons beginning to outnumber and overwhelm the Shadowhunter's. "There's no way I'm going anywhere to talk with you we're in the middle of a damn battle-"

"Now." I repeat, cutting him off. Tightening my grip and finally succeeding in pulling him away.

When we get far enough away from the battle I pull two seraph blades from my cloak, naming them. Throwing them to the deck causing a screen of blue-white light to spring up. The sounds outside, the cling of blades and demons screeching, cut off.

Johnathan scoffs, "What are you locking me up again?" He asked in disbelief.

"This isn't a Malachi Configuration. You can get out of it any time you want to." I say quickly. Knowing he was seconds away from trying to leave.

"Johnathan-" I begin before I'm cut off by his loud groan of annoyance.

"You mean Jace." He exclaims. I let out a huff of laughter at this. I know if I don't laugh I might finally scream in annoyance at this boy.

"What are you even doing here Inquisitor? Why'd you come here anyway?" Jonna- Jace ask.

"You were right. Valentine wouldn't make the trade" It take more will than I expected to force those words out. I hate having to admit I'm wrong, but Jace deserves to know the truth. That I now know he was being honest from the get-go and was never a spy for his father. That he was just another pawn in Valentine's sick game, just like the rest of us were.

"He told you to let me die, right?" Jace ask. There's no malice in his voice, or surprise. He doesn't even sound bothered by this; he's just stating a fact one he knew all along. That Valentine, his own father, really was willing to let him die for his own agenda.

"The moment he refused I called all Shadowhunter's I could, and brough them here to help. I owe you an apology." I feel my hatred for Valentine grow, as I have to force these words out. Then again it's not all his fault. If I'd be thinking right, and not let that man play he for a fool I wouldn't be here right now.

"Noted. Alec and Isabell won't be punished right, for helping me? Jace ask. Sweet boy, worried about his friends. He really is nothing like his father. In a way that's so obvious I must've been blind to not see it before.

"They're here somewhere, and don't worry they wont be punished." I say honestly not paying attention to the conversation. My mind's locked on my conversation with Valentine. "I can't understand Valentine. For a father to throw away his only son, to allow him to be killed-"

"Yeah it's a conundrum alright." Jace jokes. I wonder if the sarcasm is a mask for his pain. It has to hurt knowing his father really doesn't care for him. Then again he doesn't seem bothered by it, I suppose it's nothing new to him.

I still can't believe this happened. I was sure Valentine would be willing to make the trade I mean what father wouldn't. How could any parent be so cold-hearted about his own son, so uncaring. I can still see the boredom in his eyes as I spoke about killing Jace. Valentine was so bored and uncaring he didn't even bother faking it.

He just stared me down with those dead pitch-black eyes-

'Wait pitch black eyes.' I think staring into Jace's golden ones. An image of Jocely Fairchild pops in my mind. Her bright red hair, and…..Green Eyes.

I never bother to consider Jace's physical appearance, but looking at him now I see no resemblance to either of his parents. Hair color is the opposite of both of them, eyes color as well, physical features don't match either.

"Unless." I breath. A though pops into my mind. One I don't want to consider as it brings up many questions, and not many answers.

"Unless what?" He ask genuinely curious now.

His clothes really are all worn and ragged now. I suppose it's to be excepted after hours in battle in just plain street clothes. They're torn, areas of skin showing through torn holes.

His bodies covered in scars, as all Shadowhunter's are, but the one on his left shoulder seem to shine out to me. It's clear white shape; it's a star.

My hands shake a little as I point it out to him. "Where did you get that?"

His brown frow in confusion, picking at his shirt a little. "What my shirt, at a Macy's Winter sale."

"No, the scar. The one here on your shoulder, the one shaped like a star." I say reaching up to creaser the scar for a minute, feeling the raised skin, before his hand push mine away.

"Oh this. I don't know something that happened when I was a kid, some accident or whatever. At least according to my father. Why?" Jace ask completely puzzled as to why I'd care about a random scar from his childhood.

An accident, he probably fell or something and got hurt. It seemed like a reasonable excuse. I know Stepehen had at least 2 scars from when he fell as a child, but I couldn't get myself to believe it.

The perfect shape of the scar, making it seem unlikely he managed to fall on anything and it coming out like that. If it were an accident it would be more jagged and misshaped.

Except I had one just like it. Everyone single Herondale did.

How was this possible? How could he have our mark, one only someone of Herondale blood would have? Except there were no Herondale babies born 17 years ago-

'Born. None were born but there was one conceived' My breath completely stops for a second as I consider my daughter-in-law Celine and the last time I saw her.

Her belly big and round, 8 months along with my grandson. Her body lying there on the floor of her bathroom, wrist slit and blood everywhere. So much blood.

Way more blood than there'd be with a suicide. I always thought that I'd wondered how even if she'd cut an artery how she bled so much from her wrist. Why there was so much blood by her stomach as well.

I have to swallow down vomit as I realize the horrible things Valentine could've done to poor Celine after she was dead. God I hope she was at least already dead when he began to cut her open.

"It can't be." I breath out. My heart races uncontrollably as I consider what this means.

"It cant be what?" Jace ask utterly confused by randomness of my words. I must look a crazy. Wide eyes and breathing heavy.

My eyes rank over him continuously like I think if I look at him enough answers will appear.

Jace. Poor boy believing for years he was Michael's Wayland son, watching his "father" die. Then having to learn he was "Valentine's son".

Except he's not, is he. He never was, something Valentine's got to great lengths to hide from him, from everyone.

"All those years. When you were growing up, you truly believed you were Michael Wayland's son-"

"By the Angle." Jace exclaims. "You dragged me off in the middle of a battle just to ask me the same damn question." He shouted furiously, his eyes burning with anger.

"You just don't believe me. You didn't the first time, and you still don't even now. Even after talking with Valentine, and learning I was telling the truth. I should be out there fighting, and yet here I am with you. Maybe this is your plan huh? Keep me over here so afterward you can tell the Clave I refused to fight against my father. NICE TRY." He shouts the last bit at me.

My head shakes hard, as I reach pleadingly towards him. "Johnathan, that's not what I meant-"

"MY NAME IS JACE." He screeches interrupting anything I was planning to say.

His nostrils flared in anger, and his eyes continue burning in anger.

His eyes, his beautiful Golden eyes. Stephen always said her eyes were his favorite thing about Celine, something he hopes their son would inherit.

My heart clenches painfully realizing Stephen never got to see those eyes on his baby boy.

An image pops in my mind of a blonde haired, chubby check, golden eyes baby boy smiling up at me. I think it's what Jace would've looked like.

It kills me to think neither my son, or myself got to see Jace at that age. That only Valentine, that bastard, was able to enjoy seeing Jace grow into the young man he is today.

The young man who looks so much like his father, my Stephen. His hair, his nose, cheekbones, and damn that attitude I should've known. Stephen had the worst attitude at time, something he passes onto his son. Even at 17 he was so stubborn, so arrogant and had the courage most men lacked.

I opened my mouth to say something, I'm not even sure what at this point. Before I can Jace stalks off in anger, kicking one the blades hard sending it flying on the deck somewhere.

All at once the chaos of battle reveals itself. The sudden screaming smacks me in the face almost deafening me.

I see Jace stop for a second and the noise deafens him to before he shakes his head clear. His eyes scan the ship looking for someone he knows.

He hidden a little towards the side so he's not noticed yet, but I know soon enough the demons will be coming for him. He didn't even have a weapon to defend himself.

Fear struck my heart as I realized how easily he could be hurt, or worse. "Jace wait, you don't even have a weapon-"

Out the corner of my eye I see it. A dark mass of a demon, yellow eyes and death locked on Jace. I could see it moving into a luging position, ready to strike.

I didn't even have to think about what I did next. It's what any mother would do. What I would've done if it had been Stephen himself standing there. It wasn't Stephen, it was Jace, my grandson.

I quickly moved to face the demon, pushing Jace out of its way, drawing my weapon.

Pain struck my chest as the beast stinging tail thrust itself into my chest. God I'd never felt such an intense pain in my body, my chest was stabbed and yet I could feel the pain even in the bottom of my feet.

I heard someone screaming, and realized it must've been me. I closed my mouth as I concentrated on staying on my feet. I would not fall. I wasn't done with my mission. I needed to kill this thing before it had a chance to go towards Jace.

'I'll be fucking damned if this thing was going to put it damn hands on my grandson. He's going to live, even if I have to die to ensure he does.' That thought gives me the strength to fling the knife through its head.

I crumbled to the ground. I could feel a hurt burning sensation coursing through my body, and I knew it was the poison from the demon. I could feel my head throbbing, the world going black for a few seconds before I came back to myself.

Suddenly there was someone rolling me from my side, to laying down on my back. I looked up into Jace's concerned face. "Inquisitor." Jace said. His voice so soft and quiet.

Dying wasn't something I was prepared to do today, but I wasn't afraid. I died protecting my grandson. Something that causes a sense of calmness to wash over me.

I could hear Jace voice, but it felt muffles somehow, so I wasn't able to hear exactly what he was saying.

I could feel some regret at the fact we never got to know each other as we should have. That I never got to spend time with my grandson without him hating me.

I turn towards his voice trying to apologize, to tell him how proud of him I was. How much faith I had in him, how strong he was as a fighter and how I knew he'd eventually stop Valentine.

'You're a strong man Jace. Your are a true Herondale. The last Herondale.'

That thought scares me for a second as I realize he really is the last Herondale, and he didn't even know it. He still thought Valentine was his father.

Jace Herondale, that's who he should be known as.

In that moment I tried to fight the darkness. I wanted so badly to tell him who his father really was. How much his father loved him, but I knew there was no time for all that. So, with my last bit of strength, I told him the most important thing I could.

"Your father would be proud of you."

There we go everyone. The story of Imogen Herondale. A women who lost everything to Valentine. I mean who wouldn't go a little crazy after that, who wouldn't want revenge. Valentine hurt a lot of people, but god this women lost everything to him. He really did her dirty.

I cant believe how there are barely any FanFic stories out there about Stephen and Imogen. I would love to read more about how he got into The Circle, and the events leading to his death. I've been really into them lately, and it suck there are like less than 10 stories about them out there. It sucks.

So, hey if you're into them, too feel free to write some stories of your own. That's what I did here.

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