THE DEMON AND HIS ANGEL
RATED MA / ADULT LANGUAGE / VIOLENCE / SEXUAL SITUATIONS / PROMINENT INCEST / SELF HARM / DRUG AND ALCOHOL USE/ A JONATHAN AND CLARY STORY
Ten years ago, Jocelyn saved Jonathan from a burning house and brought him home. Jonathan grew up surrounded with love and with Clary who he has a close bond with. However, he struggles with his demon side and with his growing unbrotherly feelings towards Clary. Clary centers him and tends to keep him on a straight line, for the most part. They're very close and have spent their childhood living quite a secluded life in Idris. Now, the two of them embark on a new adventure. They're moving to the New York institute where they will face new challenges, where Jon will suddenly be faced with having to share Clary with others, including Jace. Their relationship will face many challenges, but Clary and Jon will do anything for each other.
This is a story of two siblings. One with demon blood, the other with angel blood. They're drawn to each other, but don't understand why. A story about love, friendship, heartbreak, loneliness and the struggle to seek happiness and fulfill the heart's desires.
Disclaimer: Characters, world building etc. all belong to Cassandra Clare
Chapter One
Jon's POV
I can hear wood crackling, I smell smoke, there's darkness all around me. I can't remember where I am. I can't see anything. My eyes are burning. I try to open them slowly and my vision is blurry, there's smoke everywhere. "Dad?!", "Daaaad?!" Where is he? The last thing I can remember is him telling me about a new dawn. I can hear shouting coming from somewhere. Then a patch of red appears in my vision. My eyes are still burning and I can't see. Something is pushing against my chest. I was so focused on my lack of sight that I missed the pressure. It hurts and I'm struggling to breathe...
I wake up gasping for air. It's been ten years and my experience of almost dying in the remains of a burning house still haunts me. I turn around, it's only 2am for fuck's sake. We're up in a few hours. We're moving to New York today. The thought of moving and the dream make me feel on edge. I can feel my Demon scraping to be let out. He's me, the Demon. He's part of me. But I like to refer to him as this separate entity that resides within me. Or at least Clary taught me to separate myself from him.
I get urges. Bad urges. My blood runs hot and often I want to kill something. Killing usually satisfies the Demon and puts him to sleep. Or Sex, a lot of sex. Rough sex, usually. This part, this Demon part, it's hard to hide. No one outside of the family knows about my Demon. It's our biggest secret. Hence, when I do get to have sex, I have to be a bit careful. Act 'normal' and less blood thirsty.
At this rate, sleep will definitely escape me. I should go down to the training room and punch something. But mum gets annoyed about the noise I make. Clary it is then. My sweet little sister. Ever since I met her, after Jocelyn and Luke rescued me from the burning house ten years ago, she's been my everything. My best friend. My sister. My favourite person. The only human being who through touch alone can calm my Demon. I know mum and Luke struggle with me, often. But Clary gets me. I know she does. Without her I would be a monster today, I'm sure of it. Mum feared I was, that's why she left me with Valentine all those years. Luckily, she came back for me. She gave me Clary, too.
My taste for blood is a daily struggle, but for Clary I try to be better. I do better. I roll out of bed and throw on some boxers and a T-shirt. I listen out to any noises coming from the house. I can hear Luke's and Jocelyn's calm breathing from downstairs. Definitely asleep. From down the hall I hear Clary mumbling in her sleep. I noticed she does that since the very first time I snuck into her bed. I was eight and she at the age of seven was the scariest thing I'd ever seen. Yes, I was scared of her, of her smile, but only at first. Valentine never smiled. But her smile. Her smile did something to me. It thawed my heart, and over the years she's managed to invade it, bit by bit. And now, every part that is not Demon infested within me belongs to her, to my Clary.
I carefully open the door to the hallway and make my way towards Clary's room. The curtains in her room are slightly parted and I can see the moonlight illuminating her bed ever so slightly. I take a sharp breath. Her sheets are bunched up between her delicate legs, she's curled on her side, her luscious red hair falls in waves all around her and her long dark lashes are fluttering ever so slightly against her cheeks. I wish I knew her dreams. I take another sharp breath. She's in tiny silky shorts which have ridden all the way up. I can see her ass. It's the cutest ass. I can feel myself growing hard. I bite my lip and swallow down a growl. I slowly inhale the air to calm that urge. Bad decision. Her scent hits me like an explosion. My Demon is rolling around in it, in her scent. He wants more. He always wants more. I hold my breath instead, for sixty whole seconds, another ten seconds just for good measure. My heartbeat is slowing. I've got myself back under control. Good.
I loathe the Demon. I'm repelled by the reactions he gets out of Clary. It's a pretty recent development. Perhaps New York will be good for us. More space. More people. She's my sister, I know, but my demon side literally doesn't care. I double check my self control and am confident that it's all in check. I move towards Clary's bed, and carefully get in behind her. I straighten the sheets and cover us both. Clary continues sleeping like a dead log. My super sharp senses would never allow for that. Like now I can hear all the way into the forest. I can hear a fox chasing a squirrel and wolves fighting over a rabbit. Over the years I have gotten better in controlling my demon senses to be able to find rest.
I look at Clary and this crazy longing stirs in my chest. I can't feel love, at least that's what Valentine drummed into my head for the first eight years of my life. But surely what I feel for her is love of its purest kind. It feels so good being near her. Smelling her delicate lily scent. I have the urge to hold her. I'm under control, but the restlessness is still there. I slowly wrap myself around her, snuggle my nose into her neck, into her hair and inhale Clary's scent. Her fragrance of lilies hits me stronger. I can smell our scents mixing and the Demon savours this. He likes it very much.
The calm that rushes through my body is almost instant. She's my antidote. It almost seems like she's this drug that has been specifically designed for me, nobody else has this effect on me. I can finally feel the demon falling into a slumber, thank fuck. I stay like that, snuggled into Clary's back for another few minutes, then I roll myself to the side of the bed and sleep finally finds me.
Clary POV
I hear the birds chirping and I feel the heat of the sun on my cheeks. There's another warmth emanating from behind me. I stretch and give out a big yawn before turning around, "Hey Jonathan."
There is a faint blush across his cheeks, "Sorry Clary, I didn't mean to wake you," he murmurs quietly.
Jonathan must have struggled sleeping again. It pains me to think that he has this dark side within him, keeping him up at night. His 'invisible' Demon makes it also hard for people to warm to him. He has gotten better at human relations over the years. He used to be quite harsh and unforgiving, and his first reaction would always be to kill or to attack. It didn't matter whether he was using his powerful fists or malevolent vocabulary, he would never just think before going ahead and causing damage. He's pretty good at keeping it under control now, but he can have his demonic moments.
I used to worry that he can't feel 'normal' human emotions, that he's empty inside. But I see the love he holds for me in his eyes. I see him battling that bloody demon inside of him for control on a daily basis. If he had no soul, surely he wouldn't try to fit into society, surely he wouldn't try as hard to be good, right?
I see him looking at me now and his eyes are almost chocolate brown. Everyone else he looks at only gets to see his pitch black eyes, but not me. " It's ok Jon, I don't mind you here, you know that," I smile at him, jump up and start throwing my pillows at him shouting, "New York, New York," over and over again, continuously jumping up and down on the bed. I stop abruptly. I spot a shadow across Jonathan's face. He seems the opposite of happy, "Are you not looking forward to it Jon? I know it's going to be a big change, being surrounded by strangers day and night, but it'll be you and me Jon, in a big city, making new friends, killing those demons and having so much fun," I add, smiling at him.
Jonathan looks at me, he's gone so still he could be a statue. His calm and quiet demeanour often makes others nervous, but that's because they only see what they want to see. No one knows that our dad injected him with demon blood, which made mum run away and give up her little boy, my brother. Thinking about it makes me angry. I didn't even know he existed until mum and Luke showed up with him one day ten years ago. Only after she realised the monumental mistake she made. By then, he was already changed. Dad used to force that demon side out of him through regular hunting, a rigorous training regime and no love. He also used to whip him regularly, using a specific metal that can hurt demons. His blood allows him to heal quicker, but the demon metal scarred him. His whole back is covered in scars from where Valentine used to whip him. Jonathan gets self-conscious about it, still. I think he should wear his scars proudly. It shows his survival. I keep telling him this.
Growing up I always felt like a part of me was missing. That part found me the moment I lay my eyes on Jon. I remember him like it was yesterday, covered in soot and blood, his dark eyes staring at me like I was the silliest thing he'd ever seen. What can I say, mum loved dressing me in pink dresses with big bows. I like to think my style is a lot more chic and sophisticated these days. I remember seeing him and I instantly felt my heart click into place, that's how I'd describe it. The next minute I threw my arms around his rigid frame and held him until he relaxed into me.
After mum introduced him to me as my brother, I smiled and whispered into his ear that "I'll be his best friend forever," and that's when his face turned into a grimace. I thought at first this serious boy in front of me didn't know how to smile. Then his face got used to the comatose smiling muscles, his smile warmed and it was the most beautiful smile ever. Ever since that day, we've been inseparable. It's not been without its problems. In the beginning mum often found him killing animals for sport or beating on children from school, but once he saw how it used to upset me, he stopped. I know he struggles and gets 'blood thirsty', but as long as I'm close, I know he calms, and so we grew up doing everything together. We went to school together, we trained together and spent all our free time together. This means, I don't have that many close friends, but I don't mind. All I need is Jonathan, and I do hate leaving him behind, because people just don't warm to him that easily.
Now that we have graduated, we are moving to New York. We'll be sharing our living quarters with others our age and secretly I do hope that I'll get the chance to make some new friends for us. I'm super excited about the prospect of living in the city and perhaps for Jonathan to meet a special girl, who'll understand him, he deserves it.
Jonathan has been quietly looking at the wall, he turns and his eyes pierce me again, "Clary, I know it'll be ok, I guess, I just worry that it'll be difficult fitting in like it's been at school. I like coming home, when it's just you and me, you know. That's when I can be myself. Every time I leave the house, I put on a mask for the outside world, and living at the institute will mean wearing the mask permanently. It can be tiring," he sighs and delicately takes my hand into his. He starts rubbing circles onto the palm of my hand. He smiles, his smile brightens his face. He's so incredibly beautiful when he smiles. " It'll be fine, I guess I just worry, but I'll have you to balance me out Clary," he adds, looking at me, his eyes are so light at the moment, which warms my heart.
I have a theory, light eyes mean the demon sleeps. "You will Jon." I inhale the morning air, "And now let's get ready and I promise you that we'll have the time of our lives. You and me Jon. But if needed, you'll always be able to hide in my room to take that mask off. Because I dear brother, I love all of you," I point at his whole form to reiterate the fact, and hug him fiercely before kicking him out my room, so I can finally get ready for our big adventure.
