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Chapter 27: Jace's Revenge

The abandoned building where he found Moriah was certainly not high on Jace's list of places he loved, and walking back into it made that old lump of anger in him rise up. He remembered all too clearly the emotions that stirred in him that day, the anger and worry and fear that this search would also yield no results. He clenched his fist hard to force the memories away; there was no time for that now.

''Are you sure she's here?'' Clary asked in a low voice. They hadn't spoken much since portaling from Main, and Jace could only assume that was due to Clary processing her own emotions. For himself, he could say honestly he didn't feel anything. Geoffrey had gotten what he deserved, and it would've been great if they had done worse.

He wasn't sure how to feel about what that said about his character.

''I'm sure,'' he replied to Clary's question.

''How do you know?''

''When you give a fairy what I gave her…you just do.''

Clary nodded and they lapsed into silence again. Jace led the way to the staircase.

Renage was leading them, and it was her he clashed with first. ''I told you if she was gone, I would kill you and all your kind,'' he reminded her as they pushed against each other. Their blades made a scraping sound as Renage tried to make him lose his grip. ''I intend to keep my word, starting with you.''

Renage smirked. ''My my, how devilish. Like father like daughter.'' Her smile faded as Jace's blade collided with her's with more force than she expected. He let out a laugh.

''Oh, you have no idea.''

Jace's mouth twitched. Now, Renage, I keep my promise.

They reached the balcony, the one where he, Alec, and Isabelle had looked down at the incoming charge of fairies. All around them were the archways.

Clary glanced at their surroundings. ''Which way you want to go?''

He gestured to their right. ''You go that way. I'll go this way.''

''You sense she's close?''

A feeling in Jace, a tightness, made him feel as though he had bugs crawling up his back. He nodded.

She took a shuddering breath. ''See you in a few minutes.''

''See you in a few.''

They separated.

Jace walked along the balcony, not bothering to hide the sound of his footsteps. Clary, he knew, would be doing just the opposite. The way they figured, if May had hid Moriah here before she and Fern fled, that meant there had to be an Underworld entrance the fairies were using close by. This was backed by the evidence of Renage and her fairies having gotten so close to them when they found Moriah. Clary would find that entrance, and he would find Renage.

And he would get his revenge. Hopefully before Renage got her's.

The feeling in Jace- the tightness- grew stronger. It was like a rope, really. A rope tying him and Renage together. For now, it was a helpful tool leading him to her. But soon, it could become a shackle he would never be rid of.

He followed the feeling until he reached one of the many archways. And inside, surrounded by tables and notebooks and vials for more inhumane experiments, was Renage.

She smiled her cold smile. ''I did expect you sooner,'' she remarked. ''But I suppose the dear babe's been a bit of a handful, hmm?''

Jace kept his gaze narrow on her, his fingers wrapped loosely around the hilt of his blade. ''I trust you got to her side before Jane's minions did too much damage?'' Renage continued conversationally. She turned back to her desk to write something down.

''That about me?'' Jace asked, making the deliberate decision to ignore her remark about Moriah. He needed to do this carefully, he needed to take his time.

''Yes, actually.'' Renage looked at him again. ''It's very interesting…I've almost solved it.''

''Shame.'' Jace stepped further into the room and drew his blade. ''Shame no one will see the results of you research.''

''That would be a shame indeed,'' she agreed. ''But luckily, that won't happen.''

''You sure about that?''

She laughed. ''Oh, come, Jace! Don't tell me you aren't curious. It would be interesting to know, wouldn't it? To see if it would work?''

The feeling in Jace grew tighter. ''Why would I want to see if it would work? I gave you my name. I know all the folklore about giving fairies your name.''

''But that's just it!'' Renage leaned forward, looking as eager and as animated as Jace had ever seen her. Truly an insane scientist. ''You weren't named, Jace. Not properly. You were given a- a placeholder. A part to play in the game Valentine was orchestrating. Oh, had you been named! It's a tragedy, really. All that happened in your life, in your mother's life…you both could've been great.''

''Your concern is touching,'' Jace replied dryly, ''But I do have a name.''

''Not a proper one. If you did, it would already have worked and we wouldn't be having this conversation. In every world, in every universe, you always are so…so hard to place. Just ask Celeste.''

''I'll do that. As soon as she recovers from what you and Jane did to her.''

''Is she injured?'' Renage looked surprised. ''My my. Good for Jane. Pity for all the secrets she holds, but good for Jane, nevertheless.''

The anger grew in waves inside of Jace. God, he hated her. A quick end was too good for her.

Renage must've mistook his silence for interest, or maybe she actually believed she could convince him. She went on in her eagerness. ''You know it's not just names fairies can have control over. Names are good, because names mean something. But it can also be memories, words, even special objects or trinkets. These things make up who we are as creatures as much as the names we are called do. Giving them to a fairy is giving a piece of yourself to the fairy. Some integral part of one's self. Wouldn't you like to have something to define yourself? Something to make you understand…who you are?''

''I know who I am.'' Jace raised his blade. ''I am Jace Herondale, and you are the bitch who kidnapped my pregnant girlfriend and tortured her, and proceed to torture my daughter. And now, I am going to be your murderer.'' He smiled. ''That's plenty of definition for me.''

Renage's eyes glinted again. She leaned back with a scoff. ''A pity. It all ends in pity.''

She rose from her seat and snatched her sword up. ''You shouldn't have come alone,'' she informed him. ''By the time I'm done with you, I'll take you somewhere so far away no friends of your's will ever see you again.''

It was Jace's turn to scoff. ''What makes you think I came alone?''

Renage raised an eyebrow. And then the noise ran through the building, along with that horribly chilling wind. Even though he knew the creature responsible for it was now on their side, it still made the hairs on the back of Jace's neck stand up. His fear was replaced, however, with glee when he saw all the color from Renage's face drain.

''How-'' she stared at him. She managed a laugh. Even behind her fear there was still that scientist, that persona obsessed with doing the impossible. ''Oh, good for Clary.''

She raised her blade and he raised his. ''I am a survivor above all else,'' she growled. ''I will kill you both, if need be.''

There was no response to offer. Jace lunged at her, a laugh in his throat. I'll kill you first.

Isabelle was awake in her bedroom, laying on her bed and staring up at the ceiling, listening to the sounds from the training room not far off. She wasn't sure whether it was the location of her room that allowed her to hear the goings on of the institute after hours, or just her nature, putting her on high alert. In any case, she could hear Simon as he took out his anger on the defenseless training dummies.

As the sounds of his blade filled the air, Isabelle let her mind wander to Clary and Jace, off on their hunt. It was the first hunt of their's in while to run so late, and honestly she was rather surprised that they had wanted to go. Simon was too, and also angry, she suspected, that his parabatai hadn't thought to ask him to accompany them.

Knowing there was little to no chance of sleep, Isabelle sat up with her legs dangling over the edge of her bed, kicking them slightly. She looked around her room with a deflated sigh. God, she was a slob. No wonder Jace looked like he was about to have a heart attack whenever he came into her room, what with the clothes scattered around and the forever cluttered vanity.

Just as she was toying with the idea of straightening up a little, she realized she was sitting in complete silence. No sounds of training could be heard. ''Simon?''

She spoke loudly, but figured he probably didn't hear. Must've finally exhausted himself, she thought. And yet this sixth sense in her wouldn't let her ignore the feeling of wrong. ''Simon!''

Isabelle left her room and made her way down the hall. ''Simon, where are you?'' She called, looking around. If he left the training room, then he couldn't have gone far. To his room, no doubt, to shower. And yet she didn't meet him in the hallway. ''Simon?''

Reaching the training room, Isabelle pushed opened the door. And there on the floor, with a hand to his chest, was Simon.

''Simon!'' Isabelle ran to his side. She got to her knees next to him. ''Simon! What happened? Are you alright?''

Simon gasped for breath. He rolled onto his back, his glasses askew. His face was contorted with pain. ''It's- it's happening a- again.''

''What is?''

''The same-ah!'' He curled in on himself, bringing his knees to his chest.

''The same what?'' Isabelle demanded.

Simon didn't respond. He simply took tight, hissing breathes. ''Max!'' Isabelle shouted, deciding to call for help. ''Max! Get-''

''Don't.'' Isabelle turned back to him. ''Don't- don't get help.''

''You are you crazy right now?''

''It's the same,'' he began again. ''The same pain as in- as in the library.''

It took Isabelle a moment to understand. When Clary and Jace were missing, a few days before they found them, Simon had collapsed in the library. He had experienced pain through his and Clary's parabatai rune. ''What does that mean?''

It took Simon a few moments to reply as he caught his breath. His hand fell to his side, and it looked as though the pain was passing. Isabelle helped him sit up. ''It means-'' he cut himself off with a cough. ''It means Clary…Clary's in trouble.''

Things that were dangerous:

1: Summoning a demon of uncertain origin.

2: Summoning a demon of uncertain origin despite the fact that doing so really hurt.

3: Summoning a demon of uncertain origin despite the fact that doing so really hurt and not giving a damn because it felt so good.

Clary had known going in to this mission of her's and Jace's that she could potentially spiral out of control with the demon. She had known it could get out of hand. They weren't at the point yet, but that darkness in her…that anger… well, was it wrong to say she enjoyed it? Was it wrong that she was enjoying crushing this Underworld entrance in front of her, and hearing the screams of the unsuspecting creatures inside?

Yes, it was, she knew that. Did she care? No. And that was the fourth dangerous thing.

Even as some of the creatures sent in hoards of demons like she had fought in Idris, Clary didn't care. The entrance closed— destroyed, hopefully taking some creatures with it- and she and her demon were left surrounded by those little yellow eyed demons, just like in the cave in Idris. But this time she didn't have other Shadowhunters by her side, nor anyone working to close the portal that gave the demons power in the first place. There was no portal this time, just the demon hoard having to be slaughtered individually.

Her demon obeyed her command to do so, but it couldn't stop the demons that ran out of the room they were in and into the rest of the building. And also, the demon…controlling it took power. Power Clary feared she was rapidly running out of.

The demon seemed slower. A few times Clary could've sworn it paused, confusion on it's face, wondering why it was doing what it was doing. She wondered how Jane had controlled it, if she had a device or- god forbid- had a relationship with the demon that would make it desire to run back to her side given the chance. That would not be good.

Clary strove to keep her concentration, keep the demon tied to her, but her strength was defiantly wavering. The demon's slow pace was not enough to kill the little demons fast enough. What if they get to Jace?

No. That thought alone was enough to make Clary push away her exhaustion. That will not happen. That will not happen.

The smaller demons came at her faster, as if eager to prove her wrong.

Renage had a sword this time as opposed to her knives. Jace's blade clashed against her's, the sound echoing in the old building. They were outside the room now, onto the balcony, the wind from Clary's demon making the air around them cold as ice. Even Renage seemed to feel it.

Jace stabbed at her, but she rolled away, crashing into the railing. He lunged towards her, but again she moved, leaving him to grip the wood. She was too quick, and that was him saying that. He had outrun her on the rooftops in Naranth, but that had been over a long distance. This was close combat, and she was on the defensive. Could he change that?

A new sound made Jace's ears prick. A clicking noise. Like…

Like little claws on hard floors.

Renage whipped her head to the sound just in time to see the hoard of little demons, identical to the ones in Idris. She looked from them to Jace, her mouth agape. ''I don't- I don't-''

Inside, Jace was panicking. This was not part of the plan. Clary, what happened? But he'd be damned if he let Renage know that. So he smiled, spreading his hands. ''Told you I didn't come alone.''

''How-'' she looked across the balcony to the demons again. They were getting closer. ''They'll kill you, too.''

''It's that 'too' I'm interested in. As long as you're dead, you think I care?''

Renage looked at him. She looked shocked, but also…impressed? ''Humans…hating someone so much they would ensure their own destruction if it meant taking their enemies with them. I can't imagine such feeling.''

''That's because you are a cold hearted sadistic bitch,'' Jace reminded her. ''And I'm… well, I'm the obsessive type.''

''I can see that.'' Her eyes again wandered to the incoming charge. Jace was pleased to note the look of fear in them.

''The only way you're getting out of here is by fighting,'' he informed her. He raised his blade. ''Shall we?''

Renage turned her cold gaze on him. She charged.

Now she's on the attack.

Part of Simon thought he was being unreasonable, stupid, and just plain wrong. Surely he had to be? Clary and Jace were in Main, checking on the supposed demon infiltration. They were not in some warehouse, about to be overrun by demons…

And yet here he was, dragging Isabelle along with him in the middle of the night to some godforsaken location all because of some hunch.

Painful hunch, he reminded himself, rubbing a hand across his chest. God, that had hurt. It was like fire was in his veins. Cold fire, if there was such a thing.

He kept scolding himself for this stupid hunch, especially when they got to where he thought the place in his vision had been and it seemed quiet. No noise, no sounds of fighting. His face burned with shame as he turned to Isabelle to apologize, when he saw her looking around the street they were on with puzzlement. ''What?''

''This place,'' she said. ''I- I think this is near…''

Simon waited. ''Near what?''

Isabelle shook herself. She grabbed his hand. ''Cmon.''

''Izzy!''

''We found Moriah in one of these buildings.''

''What?''

''You heard me.'' They ran around a warehouse and came to another row. ''She was near here. It can't be coincidence that you came here.''

Simon didn't know how to respond, and then realized he didn't have to. He could hear noises now, the unmistakable sounds of fighting. Another stab of pain shot through him, causing him to place a hand over his parabatai rune. Clary.

He and Isabelle ran towards the building.

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