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Chapter 49…
{Jace's POV}
Vaguely aware of Amar's longsword heading straight for my heart I twisted out of the way smoothly and as he flew past me I stabbed one of my seraph blades straight through the back of his spine.
I didn't even hear him scream, but my attention was fixated on Clary.
I watched as her knees gave out and she fell, still managing to stay upright on her knees though.
Sprinting over to her I could hear my heartbeat in my ears - the thud becoming faster and more irregular by the second.
Valentine had moved away from his daughter over to a specifically carved rock upon which lay various objects I was not familiar with.
As I reached Clary I sunk down and pulled her into me, painfully I knew what I had to do and I couldn't delay it either. So clenching my teeth I grabbed the hilt of the sword protruding from her chest and pulled it out as quickly as I could - although an agonising moan left her lips.
All I could do was stare as the blood seeped through her gear onto my own, but her eyes continued to search mine.
"Hey there blondie. I need you to do something for me."
Her voice was raspy and thin as I layed her against my propped up knees so she was facing me.
"Anything."
She smiled a weak smile before speaking.
"I need you to make sure he doesn't complete the ritual - leave me, you have to go."
The reality of her words struck me like lightning, she was asking me to leave her. Leave her here to die.
"I'm not going anywhere, you need me here-"
"I need to know that my father won't get what he wants, you have to destroy the Mortal Cup. Jace please."
Silent tears were running down her face softly, although the strength of her voice never faltered.
With the way she was begging me, I didn't know what to say.
Every bone in my body was screaming to stay by her side and protect her, but I knew that if things were the other way round then Clary would do it.
Clary would respect my request and do everything in her power to fulfill it, so who was I to deny her that.
"I will. I'll destroy the Cup, just hang on a little longer okay?"
I breathed into her face warmly.
"I love you Jace."
"Don't you dare. Don't you dare say goodbye, not now not ever. Wait for me and I'll come for you."
My voice shook as I spoke - only just being able to stop my emotions from bubbling to the surface.
{Clary's POV}
At that Jace gently laid me against a flat stone so I was half sitting up, and then he left without a word.
Breathlessly I watched him go, watching Jace walk away from me not knowing if he was going to come back was the most painful experience I have ever had.
I knew I was throwing him into the lion's den with my father, but what other choice did I have.
Eventually my vision became blurry and I decided to shut my eyes, blocking out all the light, surrounding myself with darkness.
It felt like a blanket enveloping me, and my skin began prickling against the cold.
I had known all along that I was going to die - the wound was too severe for even myself to recover from. Every second I felt weaker and weaker from the blood loss - and I knew that no amount of amisso's could stop it.
Although I had never thought about death, about what happens after. I had always assumed I was going to hell, and had accepted that.
But now I had someone else to think about, Jace would most certainly join the angels. And the thought of never seeing him again was haunting.
Suddenly my body jerked, but not due to my injury.
Why wait to see Jace again.
He's over there now fighting for you, because you asked him too.
Motivation and a hunger to not sit back from a fight surged through me, and I just about managed to get into a crawling position.
I knew that I couldn't leave Jace alone in this, we were unified now him and I, and I would not allow him to stand without me.
So I started placing one hand forwards and slid my knees along the thankfully soft sand - using all my effort to stay awake and moving.
{Jace's POV}
Cutting the image of Clary cold and alone out of my mind with great force, I made my over to him.
I grabbed the hilt of Mataellarch and the familiar feel of the sword in my hand sent a rush of calm over me.
Valentine was standing where he had been before, the large, carved rock sticking out like a sore thumb.
Upon it lay the Cup, surrounded by various other markings - some of which were familiar to me from the Gray Book, however others radiated a sense of darkness that my body repelled.
There was some dangerous dark magic being used here, and I knew that I couldn't allow it to be used.
Valentine himself stood a bit away from the rock, gazing out into the Lake - his expression hard.
"So, you've come here to kill me and destroy the Cup I take?"
His precise voice cut into the silence and tranquility of the still waters.
Once he realised I wasn't going to reply he turned around and looked me square on in the eye - even though we were far away it was as if I could feel him breathing down my neck. An eerie effect I assumed only he could have mastered.
"Killing you isn't the number one priority actually. But destroying that Cup is. So hand it over and you get to live."
Valentine responded to my threat with a small twitch of the lips - nerves or humour I really couldn't tell.
"It amuses me that you think you could even get close to that Cup without finding a sword in your gut,"
He started walking up the bay toward me now, and I gripped the hilt of Mataellarch harder still.
"Similar to my daughter. You know I never wanted to kill Clarissa, I wanted to take away the thing she wanted most in the world - as she did to me when she tarnished the Mortal Sword originally."
"However you see, all Clarissa has ever wanted was the thrill of the fight - until you. I was surprised when you came out of the woodland to stop her, she has never listened or been reasoned with like that before."
"And then it came to me, she loves you. After all the barriers I put in place to make sure this situation was avoided, she has still got one tether to human emotion. Through you."
I took in a sharp breath, what did he mean barriers?
"Yet it has come in handy, you see. As now I can kill you, the one and only thing she has loved. Rather poetic isn't it?"
My eyes narrowed in on him, he was standing a few feet away from me now.
"You're sick. She's your daughter. How could you have done this to her? All the pain, all the sorrow - she was just a kid."
I spat back at him, anger pushing through my voice.
"I made Clarissa what she is today. She will and forever be my greatest creation, it was a shame she had to be put out."
I couldn't take it anymore - he was talking about Clary like she was some experiment.
"And you're going to die for that."
I growled low in my voice, unsheathing the Mortal Sword from my belt.
{Clary's POV}
I had staggered as close as I could get to them without being seen, my hands bleeding from the sharp rocks in the sand.
Not being able to hear what they were saying I could only oversee as Jace's body expression became more and more tense with every word my father had been uttering.
He was goading him.
My father was taunting Jace, most likely by using me - since I was the only thing they had in common.
I can't remember exactly when, but after a short while something changed in Jace. It was as if he had decided that he would take no more words and demanded battle, and rest assured my father would not bow out of any fight.
Jace unsheathed Mataellarch and lowered himself into a fierce stance, holding the powerful blade out in front of him.
On the other hand, my father simply pulled out Phosphorus - but remained in a carefree standing pose.
Taking advantage of his casual stance, Jace whipped the long blade in an arc directed at Valentine's head.
At the last second it seemed, my father brought around his blade and matched Jace's easily.
Then the inevitable happened - Valentine exploded into action. Landing blows at Jace from every angle, and by some miracle Jace had the speed and strength to block all of them.
Their sword moving in a patterned blur, each responding quickly to the other's viscous attack. Finally, my father blocked Jace's blade with his own and they both held their swords there, diagonally cutting into one another.
Suddenly, two bright flashes of light blazed up around the two blades, Phosphorus burned a malevolent red whilst contracted with a heavenly white light from the Mortal Sword.
I saw them both look at their entwined swords with equal expressions of admiration and satisfaction.
Like a bullet, my father shoved his head forwards, clashing with Jaces who went stumbling backwards, still dazed by the illuminating light that had radiated off Mataellarch.
My breath hitched and caught in my throat which was instantly dry, as I watched my father pivot and throw out a foot that knocked Mataellarch out of the hands of Jace.
Jace's face paled as he realised he was now defenseless, aside from a few throwing knives, aslas they would do nothing against a sword like Phosphorus.
It was as if everything happened in slow motion, all sense of time and rationality had left my body.
All I could see was the image in front of me, my father holding a deadly blade to the throat of the only man I had ever really loved as he knelt on the ground helplessly.
{Jace's POV}
I swallowed hard, I had been bested in a fair duel. And I had heard many stories of what was going to happen next.
I glared up at Valentine, his bottomless black orbs gleaming at me with delight and an eerie anger.
The cold metal of the sword burned at my throat, with one small flick of the wrist I would be dead.
"You fought well, for a shadowhunter as young as yourself. Alas I can not allow you to live, for there are forces at work far beyond you and I - I was destined to have this moment, and I won't let anyone get in my way."
"So any final confessions?"
He grinned at me.
"Rot in hell."
I hissed violently, it was only then I realised I was shaking.
The fact that these were my final moments dawning on me.
What about Alec?
What about my parents?
What about Izzy and Jon and Max?
What about… Clary.
I closed my eyes, I wanted my last moments on earth to be filled with the image of Clary in my mind.
She was the one who had made me feel most alive, it was as if she had woken me out of a deep sleep, and I could not thank her enough. Now I would never get the chance to.
Momentarily I felt the pressure of the blade increase suddenly on my throat, drastically followed by a gruesome shout of pain.
Snapping my eyes open I saw Valentine standing in front of me as he had been before, although this time a large golden blade was protruding from his chest.
My mouth widened into an 'O' shape, I could not comprehend what I was seeing.
{Clary's POV}
I had worried that I would be too late - and that I would not reach them in time.
Every step I had made toward them felt like a mile, every ounce of energy I had left in my system being used up on the next step.
The blatant fear I saw in Jace's eyes as he looked up at the man I used to call father driving me forward.
I didn't think I was going to be able to do it at first, to kill the man who had raised me.
But when Jace closed his eyes in acceptance of death I knew that there was no choice.
When I reached up behind my father, I picked up the Mortal Sword that had been kicked away from Jace and wielded it high in my grasp, the metal feeling heavy in my palm.
Screaming as I did so, I plunged the blade forward straight through my father's spine.
That spot on a man's back where you can stab them through the heart and the spine at the same time - paralysing and killing them simultaneously.
As his body fell to the ground, he turned around, blood running free out of his mouth.
Gazing up at me in shock, I could only manage to say.
"You will die now, cold and alone. Knowing that you were bested and ended by your own creation. I'll see you in hell."
Then the last few drops of adrenaline fell out of my system and I could not keep my body awake any longer.
All I remembered was darkness, a bitter and cold feeling suffocating my body, and I welcomed it with open arms. It was a freedom from the agonising pain in my chest, and in my heart.
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