Sorry that this is so late - I have been rammed with training and school !

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Chapter 48…

{Clary's POV}

In my life I had never felt as I did then.

It felt like 16 years of anger. 16 years of pain. 16 years of fear. Rose up inside of me all at once, and I relished in the uncontrollable power I felt.

My thoughts no longer dimmed with sorrow, but rather revenge.

These men and women deserved every ounce of suffering I could give ; and I was prepared to put myself through hell to inflict it.

I allowed it to take over. I allowed the monster I had been fighting against my whole life to take control, and I let it rage through my body without a second thought.

Instinctively my body faced Pangborn, leaping straight for him I lashed out my left foot and connected it with his chest - sending him sprawling and gasping for breath as I landed smoothly and pulled out Heosphoros once again.

Taking quick advantage of his lack of awareness I stood over him, my face directly above his.

Crouching down I spoke harshly,

"You took a very good soul from this earth, and I will carry her with me forever. But you, you will be forgotten. And as you rot in the seventh circle of hell, remember my face-"

I placed the blade over his throat pointedly and looked piercingly into his eyes.

"-because it's the last one you will ever see."

His eyes widened suddenly as I slit his throat with Heosphoros, his last gasp escaping from his lips.

I watched as his eyes faded in colour and eventually froze, his body lying still.

Deflecting my attention away from the now dead man, I glanced across to the other Circle Members - all of whom had formed a protective ring around my father.

A smirk tugged at my lips, they really thought they could stop me.

The first one came charging at me, blade held at head level. Swiftly, I ran to meet them and slid to one knee as I ducked under their arm - unleashing a throwing knife to slice into her midsection.

A second man came charging at me, reflexively I threw my leg up and kicked hard into his chest. Following through, I swung my right fist hard into his temple ; not willing to give him a chance to recover.

As the Shadowhunter collapsed to the ground I lifted my head, I hadn't realised that it had begun to rain until now.

The fresh droplets ran down my face, causing my hair to stick to my face even if most of it was pulled back.

The second I looked up I saw a knife arcing dangerously close to my head.

My hand came up automatically and gripped the wrist of whoever was wielding the blade - I could no longer tell, the edges of my vision going fuzzy and faded, blinding myself with darkness and rage.

I brought their arm down hard, breaking the bone with a savage splintering. The Nephilim screamed and a dark venomous bolt of glee shot through me.

I kicked out the legs from under them and caught the knife they had been using easily. I saw the body go down and not move again, whoever they were, they were badly injured.

"Come and kill me,"

I whipped my head up to look at the rest of the Circle, a menacing glint in my eye.

"Come and kill me if you think you can. You'll have to do better than your friends mind you."

I gestured to the three fallen Nephilim I had left in my wake.

They lunged at me, hands outstretched, and I went down hard onto the bay, vaguely hearing the side of my head cracking against a stone. A slim dagger raked down down my shoulder; I rolled sideways under a flurry of blows and lashed upwards with my dagger.

There was a high yelp of pain that ended on a pathetic whine, and the weight on top of me, which had been moving and struggling, went dreadfully limp.

I rolled to the side and sprang back up onto my feet, spinning around.

I was bleeding from my shoulder viscously where the dagger had clawed into my skin, and the pain was glorious.

Laughing through the blood and wet sand I smiled as the rain sluiced the blood from my dagger I had used to kill the man on top of me.

"Again. Again."

I barely recognised my own voice, strained and cracked and deadly.

There were only 3 shadowhunters left standing now.

I smirked as one of them turned and bolted in the other direction - wise decision.

My dagger felt like an extension of my arm as I shot forward for the remaining Shadowhunters.

One carefully placed blow and a little jerk upward, and I would rip through the bone and cartilage, stabbing through the heart-

"Stop."

The voice came out hard, commanding and warmly familiar.

Glaring to my left I saw Jace had emerged from the protective canopy of the forest, now standing across from me and the remaining Circle members by about 30 feet.

"Clary, you have taken enough lifes tonight. Let him go."

Jace spoke loudly, completely ignoring the situation and narrowing in on me.

A boiling tide of rage poured over me, obliterating rationality, sense, everything but rage.

I reached out and jerked the Shadowhunter toward me, holding out Heosphoros too his neck.

Instantly Jace stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes widened.

"Come any closer and I'll kill him anyway. Why do you care?"

{Jace's POV}

"Because you don't want to do this. Clary I care about you humanity. Let the boy go."

Snarling at my reply, Clary's glare sent daggers into my brain.

"But I don't have to listen to you. I don't have to follow anyone. I was winning. Winning."

She spat.

Yet the moment those words left her mouth it was like something flipped inside her, as if she had taken over a veil for the first time.

I watched as Clary turned to face the boy whom she was threatening with her blade and I saw her eyes falter.

During the fight she hadn't realised that the shadowhunter she held the life of was just a mere boy, 13 at most.

Quickly Clary stepped back from the boy in a trance like state, thankfully the boy ran at this glorious opportunity.

Connecting our eyes I nodded at her, a silent agreement that we needed to turn our attention elsewhere.

"Well, wasn't that touching. Who are you shadowhunter boy?"

A malevolent sneer came from across the bay.

Immediately knowing who it was I moved next to Clary and glared back at him.

"It doesn't matter who I am. You won't live long enough to remember it anyway,"

I added on the end with a handful of menace.

"Hand over the Mortal Sword and nobody else has to die tonight."

Valentine bellowed back.

"No."

Clary breathed at first.

"You won't touch that sword."

Clary's voice was crisp and clear, she believed in every word she was saying, and we began taking steps forward as she spoke.

"And you're wrong."

Valentine flashed her a devilish grin - so that's where she gets it from.

"And what is that bellator?"

We were now about a few yards from Valentine and the 1 remaining circle member by his side.

"One more soul will be sent straight to hell tonight. Who knows, maybe you will enjoy it there - you and the devil must have a lot in common."

Clary barked out her words like they were venom, and I couldn't blame her.

Valentine didn't flinch once at Clary's words, rather just looked at the man to his left expectantly and whispered something in a language I couldn't understand.

All of a sudden I felt an agonising shock of pain in my left arm and looked to see that there was a small device sticking out of my bicep.

{Clary's POV}

Adrenaline coursed through my veins the second I heard the pulverising sound of electricity and saw Jace's arm convulsing erratically.

Jace was strong so I knew he could take it, but attacking someone unprepared was low even for a Circle Member.

But the attack showed my father's hand, he could care less about Jace.

What was to take place was between him and I now, as if the fates themselves had decided it.

Circling so my back was now to the water I stared into the eyes of my father.

"I would try and appeal to your better nature by asking nicely for the cup, but I realised there's no 'better' nature to appeal to."

I spat at him, daggers sparking out of my eyes.

"Ah, always a one for words my dear Clarissa. We both know the only way you are going to get your hands on the cup is if you defeat me - and I implore you to give it your best shot."

The sarcasm dripped off of his voice, but underneath that veneer there was a sea of rage.

I unsheathed Heosphoros very deliberately, I wanted to know that my father would be beaten by one of his own swords.

Mirroring my movements he too pulled out a longer blade from his belt, and I shuddered a little once I saw the entirety of it.

Phosphorus.

Lowering my body to a defensive stance I bored my eyes into his.

Catching him only slightly off guard I spun my blade in the air above my head before advancing sharply onto my father.

About to slice the blade into his midsection he blocked my move with a sweeping gesture, a permanent grin plastered on his face it seemed.

Stepping so we were encircling one another - blades still cutting into each other. I shoved forwards with all my upper body strength to put him off balance and managed to crack my elbow across his face as I turned.

Now about 2 meters away I gazed on delightedly as I saw trickles of blood run from Valentine's mouth and nose - I had caught him well.

"Not bad Clarissa. My turn."

Barely having time to lift up my sword again I somehow managed to block off his first couple attempts at my head with the arc of Heosphoros.

But he was moving too fast.

Why was he moving so fast?

At last not able to match his moves I felt a shearing pain in my waist, staring down I saw a deep cut forming in the side of it. Blood was already gushing out of the wound, it flowed so freely my head started to feel woozy.

No.

Focus Clary.

I turned my attention back to my father a bit away from me, and my legs began moving of their own accord.

Striking the sand sharply I leaped and flipped over my father to land on the other side of him - whipping Heosphoros around I placed the edge of the blade on the side of his neck.

He was now vulnerable to me, although I kept the pressure on the blade until I saw one thin line of blood run down from it.

"Give me the cup. I won't ask again."

I demanded, shouting.

"Maybe you should worry less about the cup and more about your Shadowhunter friend over there."

The moment the words left his mouth I looked past Valentine and saw Jace losing a fierce battle against Amar, it was obvious through his staggering that Jace was badly wounded.

I barely had time to react to the blade stabbing through my body.

{Jace's POV}

Time stopped.

I was bruised and bloodied from this fight, the other man - Amar - was highly trained and more experienced than I.

However, time stood still as I met Clary's eyes looking at me with pure terror - I had never seen such fear in her eyes prior.

Even from 15 yards away I could still hear that gasp escape her lips, and I remember the shape of her mouth widening as her father plunged a long black blade straight through her as if it were nothing.

"CLARY"

I yelled, although I wasn't sure if the words ever left my lips - everything had become numb.

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