Here it is, I hope you enjoy it.

I will admit to having taken this idea from the Lady Midnight book, but I decided it fit so well in the story.

I have really enjoyed writing the previous chapter and this one.

Chapter 22…

{Clary's POV}

I couldn't believe what he had just proposed.

It was then I realised how others must have viewed my father, a monster.

My thoughts wandered to Jace, like they always did.

But I couldn't afford to think about Jace - I needed to focus on the moment.

"So Clarissa, what will it be. Yourself or Amatis?"

Before I had the chance to respond I heard the crack of the whip, followed by an unbearable scream of agony.

"No, No Stop"

"I will take the punishment not Amatis, leave her!"

I commanded.

"No… No Clary it's fine…"

If she had intended to sound strong then her voice had failed her miserably.

I saw her eyes brimming with tears, whether it was from the pain I was unsure.

"Hey, hey. It's ok - I can handle it. I'm Clarissa Morgenstern, remember?"

I spoke softly, trying to reassure Amatis that it was going to be ok.

I then glared at my father,

"Come on then, get it over with"

"Ah Clarissa you do understand what you are getting yourself into? The punishment of the fair folk is only the first, the punishment of the moon, night and Lilith are to follow."

"I understand perfectly father, I think you're stalling actually. Too weak to whip your own daughter?"

I spat my words out at him - always show strength when feeling weak.

Another lesson he had taught me.

"Very well bellator, tie her up"

He ordered his followers.

There were now at least 30 of the members surrounding me, all smirking. What a sight it must be for them, Valentine's ultimate warrior betraying him.

I reached down and yanked up my shirt, taking off Jace's shirt felt more like taking off a layer of defence - I felt suddenly cold and alone.

I was now facing my father in just my training bra and leather pants.

But I didn't care. But I didn't feel naked, I felt empowered.

I am Clarissa Morgenstern. No man would ever make me feel weak. Not even my own father.

I felt cuffs of hard iron encircle my wrists, cold iron burned the fair folk - since I was part demonic iron was one of my weaknesses. Although it did not burn me - it limited some of my strength.

My arms were then tied up to the statue of Raziel.

I looked at the statue's face, What a dickhead.

Where the only thoughts that came to mind.

The sun had begun to rise now and I felt that heat of the rays heat up my back.

I gripped the arms of the statue, it felt cool to the touch.

I heard Amatis call my name, but it sounded so far away and distant.

The whistle of the whip being raised was the only thing I could hear.

The whip came down.

If I thought I had felt pain before, it had become agony now. My back felt like it was being opened up by fire. I ground my teeth together to silence myself.

Again. The pain was worse this time, I gripped the wrists of the angel as hard as I could. I feared I would break the concrete wrists.

Again. I slid down to my knees. Still clinging onto the statue for life.

Come on Clary, you are not weak. You are-

Again. The pain rose up in me like a wave, I no longer knew whether I was screaming or not.

The world was crumbling in on itself.

The only thing I could manage to do was hold on to Raziel.

The whip came down a sixth, seventh, eighth time. I barely felt it as I let the growing darkness of pain swallow me whole.

{Jace's POV}

Dawn had just begun, and we were all awaiting final orders from Imogen.

"If Clarissa Morgenstern is found, I give the order to kill on sight. She is a danger to everything we have built, to mix the blood of an angel and a demon could destroy us all."

"She cannot be trusted, no matter how much of a shadowhunter she may appear"

A murmur of agreement went around the group, I clenched my teeth and said nothing.

Why did nobody else seem to understand that maybe there was a better way, maybe we could help Clary.

But what they fear, they seek to destroy.

"As for Valentine Morgenstern, he is to be captured and returned to the Institute. He must face trial for the countless crimes he has committed against the Clave"

Another murmur of agreement went around the group, I agreed with this one though.

Imogen turned and left, returning to her office.

"Is everyone prepared?"

My father called out, establishing his role as leader.

As we moved towards the training room where Magnus Bane was awaiting us.

Jon fell into step beside me,

"Jace?"

He asked me in a hushed voice,

"Yes?"

I responded.

"I can't do it. She's my sister, I don't care if she's Lilth's child. I can't kill her."

I had never heard such certainty in his voice before, he reminded me of Clary.

"I don't want to either Jon, but we can't go against direct orders from the Inquisitor."

As much as I wanted to tell him how I was bursting to agree with him, I couldn't let anyone know what was really going on.

"Fine, but if it comes down to me having a clear shot. I won't take it. It has to be someone else."

"I know Jon, don't worry. It'll be fine."

"How?"

I didn't know how to answer his question. How could you tell someone to have hope when they think they are on a mission which will murder their sister.

We just walked the rest of the way in silence.

Once we had arrived there I pulled out my tracker and handed it to Magnus.

He looked it over and spoke,

"Roosevelt Island, not a bad spot. If you like abandoned hospitals."

Magnus joked, I saw Alec's face go a little pink when he and Magnus made eye-contact.

As he made the portal I looked straight into Magnus' eyes as I passed him.

He nodded at me and I at him, our secret agreement was to be upheld.

His face vanished the second I was sucked into the whirl of the portal.

{Clary's POV}

I didn't know how long I had been there.

Tugging onto the arms of the angel, crying out.

But suddenly the cracking pain had ceased, but what I was left with was worse.

The agonising fire was spreading across my back, I finally let go of the angel and fell onto my hands and knees.

I heard Amatis's cries in the back of my mind.

I tried to look at her to tell her it was fine, but as hard as I tried I couldn't.

"That the best you got?"

I spat out blood as I addressed my father.

"Always the tough act Clarissa. Most Shadowhunters would have passed out by the 5th lick of the whip, yet you still seem to have your arrogance after 30."

I moved to reply but the crippling torment spreading through my body restrained me.

Dismissing my body's rejection I tried to stand.

I wanted to face him, show him I was his fighter.

Even after all of this I still wanted to please him, he was my father. I was disgusted with myself.

But I crumpled back down to the ground, wincing as my face hit the floor.

"Try to not move Clarissa, the trial of the Children on the Moon is next."

"Son of a bitch"

Were the only words I could manage without faltering.

I saw Pangborn hand my father a vial with a needle.

I glanced around myself and saw the faces of the men and women who had trained me, now they relished in my agony.

I clenched my fists.

I was so done. All my life, I had been heading to this moment. The moment I accepted death.

I saw my father place the liquid in the vial into the syringe.

"Wha...What is that?"

I resented myself for sounding so weak - but I had to know.

"This Clarissa is wolfsbane mixed with silver. I am giving you a dosage powerful enough to kill an entire pack, shall we see how you fare?"

I made a low growling sound. I had never thought that my demonic origin would be my greatest downfall.

As I felt the tip of the needle pierce my skin I tensed.

At some point cuffs had been attached to my ankles - grounding me to the floor.

It was a few seconds after the injection I felt it.

This burning sensation sourcing through my veins.

I screamed in torment, this pain was unbearable.

There was no way to stop it, I couldn't escape my own body. As hard as I may try.

Then I heard it, a rustle from behind my father.

I heard gasps of surprise ripple around the circle.

Then I saw them.

Like a beacon of hope calling out to me.

I saw his eyes.

Jace.

And then my screams were drowned out by a fuzzy darkness clouding my mind.

And then everything went dark.

I am genuinely sorry for the cliffhanger.

Think of it as a mid-season finale.

Next episode will be up by the end of today.

Hope you enjoyed.