She was just… standing there. Her back was to everyone and her head was down. He didn't know what to do. Partially because he was in shock over what she had just said, and partially because he didn't know how to comfort her.

He looked at the others, but his siblings still seemed to be in shock. Jonathan and Sebastian however were already behind Clary. Jon put a hand on her head and she jumped slightly, before turning around. Her eyes were filled with tears that she seemed to be trying to hold back. The aura that once surrounded her slight figure was now gone.

She looked up at her brother, her lip quivering, and he pulled her into his arms before she could say anything. Jace swore his heart cracked in two when he saw that face. She wrapped her small arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest as he stroked her hair. Sebastian looked at them, shaking his head as a way of saying that he would tell them later.

They walked back into the club, and the Lightwoods went to the bar as the Morgensterns made their way to a booth in the corner that was shrouded in shadows.

Jace and his siblings sat in silence for a moment, before Isabelle laughed. "That was by far the coolest thing I've ever seen."

Alec shook his head. "Whether you find it cool or not doesn't matter, Iz. We should probably report this to the Clave."

Jace's head snapped forward. "What? Why would we do that?!"

"Oh, I don't know Jace. Maybe because she killed the leader of the CIrcle and her own father. Or maybe it's because he might be alive. Or maybe even because there's something different about Clary that demons really want. Take your pick."

Jace laughed, incredulously. "Don't you get it? All those reasons are exactly why we CAN'T take her to the Clave. You know the Clave isn't trustworthy. If Valentine IS alive, he probably has spies hidden everywhere, especially within the Clave. He'll want to know every dirty little secret they have and the only way for him to get that kind of information is for him to send out spies. And the moment he hears even a whisper about Clary, he'll send every demon he has to come get her. And then what? We've seen what she can do. What do you think he'll do with that kind of power? He's certainly not gonna throw a Macy's Day Parade with it. No, we have to keep her hidden for now, and find out more about what's going on, then we'll figure out what to do."

Alec looked at him suspiciously for a moment. "Is this about the Clave or about Clary?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, that ever since you laid eyes on Clary, you haven't stopped."

Jace looked away. "That's not what this is about. This is about making sure that Valentine doesn't get ahold of a power that may or may not potentially destroy all nephilims and downworlders as we know it."

"That's a great way of wording it. Because if Valentine is alive, then that is exactly what he'll want to do. And he'll kill anyone that gets in his way."

They looked behind them to see Sebastian leaning against the bar. He had a bottle of beer in his hand and he was facing the dance floor.

Jace moved beside him. "Was what Clary said true? About killing Valentine?"

Sebastian turned to look at them for a moment before turning back to the dance floor. "...Yeah, it's true."

"Why?"

He sighed running a hand through his dark hair. "It's a long story."

Jace sat down. "We've got time."

He turned to them as they all sat down around him. "Fine… It all began when Jon and I were about four years old. Jocelyn and Luke had left two years before because Luke had turned into a werewolf and Valentine tried to make him kill himself. … When Jocelyn found out, she was appalled. She wanted nothing to do with Valentine, but she didn't want to just leave us. So she stayed, but she was plotting with Luke and the Clave. They wanted to take Valentine down, before the Uprising. The Clave knew the Circle was coming, thanks to Jocelyn, so when it was revealed that Jocelyn had sided with the Clave, Valentine was furious. He managed to escape, and he went to Jocelyn's parents house. …He set fire to it, with our grandparents still in there, and the bones of two little boys, so Jocelyn would think we were dead.

After that, Jocelyn went into hiding, and my father raised us on the run. We were constantly moving from place to place. It was awful. Then, after about ten years of running, we finally settled down in Prague. Valentine had a friend that died during the Uprising, and they would often vacation in that mansion. There, he trained Jonathan and I. … He was the worst. We hated him. All he cared about was turning Jonathan and I to become the ultimate soldier. I started becoming violent and my emotions were starting to slip away, but because Jonathan was my parabatai, he was able to control me. On our fifteenth birthday… everything changed. We were getting ready for dinner after our training session, and when we came down… there was Clary."

He chuckled. " She was only thirteen at the time, but she looked like she was ten. She was standing in front of our father with a sword, that looked bigger than she was. Jon and I immediately pulled out daggers, but my father just stood there, staring at her. It must have been a shock, to see a little girl in your home that looked exactly like your ex-wife. Nobody really said anything for a moment, before she looked over at us. "Oh wow. Mom never told me I had brothers." After she said that, Jon and I lowered our daggers, but we still kept an eye on her. Jon asked who she was and what she was doing here. She smiled at us. 'My name is Clary. I'm your little sister. Not that mom told me anything about having siblings, but she never really said anything about our 'deceased family'. Now that i think about it, she never really said anything about family other than Luke.'

After she said that, my father finally reacted. 'So, Jocelyn and Lucian had a bastard child after all.'

Clary looked at him. 'Excuse you, but I'm not a bastard child. Actually, if you must know, Lucian isn't my father. You are, not that you'd really care, but I guess the cat's out of the bag now.'

Valentine hesitated. 'That's impossible', he said. 'Jocelyn and I never had any more children after the twins.'

Clary leaned against the sword. 'Yeah, well you two obviously knocked it out of the park at least once after the twins, because here I am.'

Valentine pulled a seraph blade out, and Jonathan and I immediately moved out of the way. He never liked or tolerated us interfering in his fights, even if he was outnumbered. 'So, why are you here Clarissa? And where is your mother?'

She sighed. 'Wow, that was quick. Just cut straight to the point, huh? No love for your long-lost daughter? I have to say, right now I'm feeling extremely disappointed.' She was being sarcastic of course, and Valentine was becoming irritated.

'Answer the question, Clarissa. Where is your mother? She's still with that filthy downworlder, isn't she?'

Clary stood up straight again, and twirled the sword around, effortlessly. 'Actually, I don't know where they are. They abandoned me ten years ago, for your information'

'Oh, really? Then who trained you? You had to only be around the age of three, so who raised you?'

'They left me with a werewolf pack in Chicago. They raised me until I was five, and taught me how to hunt and fight on my own. From there, I moved from institute to institute teaching myself to fight, as well as learning basic human skills like reading and writing. It wasn't until I turned eight, that I finally began to wonder where I came from, or who my parents where. Nobody I asked knew, and I couldn't exactly look it up, either. So, I went to Alicante, and the Silent brothers helped me out. They used the Mortal Sword to retrieve a memory of what my mother looked like. After I confirmed that my mother was Jocelyn, then they knew that I was either your child of Lucian, so they did a blood test, or they had a warlock who did. He checked to see if I had any werewolf genes, and when they saw that I didn't, they knew you where my father.

They did, however, find something else. At first, they were a little wary of telling me, but I was gonna find out sooner or later. Not that having an excessive amount of angel blood in my system is a bad thing, but when I hit puberty, it started doing weird things. They kept me in Alicante to keep an eye on me and teach me to hone my new "abilities' better, but I started getting bored after a while. So, I went on a little adventure. I went to the house that you'd burned down after the uprising, and when there was nothing there, but bones and ashes, I went to the old manor you and my mother stayed in when you were married.

Imagine my surprise, though, when I find a room full of diaries that held your deepest and darkest secrets, and an angel chained in the basement. Well, it wasn't even a basement anymore, really. It was more like a torture chamber or a cemetery. I let the angel go, took the dairies, and burned the house down. After I learned everything that you had done, I continued my training, and waited for the day that I would come and meet you. The End.'

It was silent for a moment. We knew she had left a lot of her story out, but what she had told us had us floored. My father, on the other hand, was never one to stay in shock too long. 'So what have you really come here for then, Clarissa?'

She laughed. 'I thought that was obvious. I came to kill you.'"

Sebastian stopped talking then, and looked over at his siblings. Jace followed his gaze and saw Clary wrapped In Jon's arms, as he rocked her slowly. They were in a corner off to the side, and he could see that even though she had mostly calmed down, she was still shaking.

He turned back to Sebastian. "So then what happened?"

"They started fighting. It was incredible, really. A thirteen year old girl holding her own against a man that was said to be one of the best shadowhunters of his generation. Valentine was furious. His attacks started getting sloppy, and it gave Clary the opening she needed. Valentine fought dirty, though. He threw wine in her eyes, and stabbed her in the leg. He almost killed her, but Jon and I stepped in. When he saw that we were siding with Clary, he went into a rage. He tried to kill Jon when his back was turned, but Clary stabbed him in the stomach. Then, he just disappeared. That was the last time we saw him. The three of us started living together after that, before Jocelyn and Luke found us."

It was silent for a moment, again. "So then, Valentine is alive?"

"Yes. We've figured he was for a while now, considering the amount of demons that seem to find Clary literally every time she goes out alone. We knew it wasn't a coincidence. That's why we don't let her go anywhere alone, anymore. Everytime she came back, she'd be covered in cuts and bruises and ichor. Or she'd have broken bones or stab wounds or venom in her system. We knew it could only have been Valentine, but we were hoping we were wrong. Tonight confirmed it."

"... What does he want? Why is he targeting you guys? Why is he targeting Clary?"

His already bitter expression turned sour. "He wants her power. He wants the blood that runs through her veins. It's the most powerful thing on earth, right now. Even more powerful than the mortal instruments. My guess is that he plans to control her, somehow. Either by a spell or a rune. But if that doesn't work… he'll drain every last drop of blood from her."

"But what will he do with it? What's his overall pan?"

"... He wants to overthrow the Clave. He hates them for signing the Accords. Then, after he completely destroys Alicante, he'll go after every downworlder on earth. The faeries, the werewolves, the vampires, and witches and warlocks. He won't stop until every last downworlder is dead. The Shadow World as we know it, will cease to exist."