A/N: Here's the next chapter for those who have been waiting patiently for an update. Thanks for all the awesome review's you all deserve a kiss from Jace himself; unfortunately I can't seem to find him to give it to you right now. Oh and I got the idea to name this chapter "Sacrifices" from {burningXbrightly} so thanks, it seemed like a perfect description for this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments, I think I've said it enough times that I am NOT Cassandra Clare everything belongs to her so NO copyright infringement intended its just for Fan-Fic purposes only.

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City of Jewels

--- 7. Sacrifices ---

A slight pivot of her foot and Clary twisted around on her heels slowly regretting every minute of it, her eyes expanded and her breath caught as she glared at the one person she was certainly not expecting to see.

"Mom!" she gasped in surprise as if she were her worst nightmare.

Jocelyn stood there with her motherly superiority stance that was all too familiar to Clary whenever her mother decided to punish her.

"Clary" Jocelyn said firmly making Clary wince as she heard her mothers tone. "What are you doing here?"

Clary searched for a lame excuse to be wandering on the streets of Idris but failed miserably leaving her baffled. "I―I―I was―um" Clary stuttered nervously and fidgeted with her duffel bag.

"Clary I know when you're lying, you better have a good excuse to why you are here without anyone's consent" Jocelyn warned as if she were going to ground her on the spot.

"but―but, you're here too, why are you here?" Clary complained as if she were accusing her mother of something and then added "You should be on your honeymoon, what happened to Venice?" Clary whined.

"Luke got called back on business so we had to cut it short" Jocelyn chimed lightly, her eyes were soft smudges of green and dark circles became visible underneath them. Her face flushed showing signs of restlessness. She looked exhausted Clary noticed.

"Luke is here too?" Clary said realizing she would be in more trouble if Luke found out she were there.

"Yes he's inside the hall. The Clave wanted to speak with him; they said it was urgent so we came as soon as we could." Jocelyn finished.

Clary was silent; she didn't know what to say to her mother. It was like a silent cry in her voice wanting to hug her and lean on her shoulder and at the same time something was holding it there, something evil and she wanted to run. "Clary" she said once again, this time she said it as if a knife stabbed right through her words. "What are you doing in Idris?"

A familiar voice sounded from the door of the hall and they both turned to look at the woman. It was Luke's sister Amatis peering through the half opened door. "Jocelyn it's time to vote" she said as she beckoned Jocelyn to go inside, but she didn't seem to notice Clary as she hid in the shadows.

"I'll be right in Amatis" Jocelyn yelled and turned back to her daughter. "You have a lot of explaining to do missy" Jocelyn whispered and Clary thought to herself since when did her mother ever call her missy, just the thought of it made her ten times smaller "Clary. I want you to go to the Penhallow's house and wait for me there."

Clary's eyes gazed at her mother incredulously ready to protest, "But―"

"I mean it Clary, this conversation is not over" Jocelyn said as her eyes silenced her whining.

"Sure thing mom, I can't wait" Clary said as she crossed her arms stubbornly.

"I won't be long" Jocelyn said softly as she started walking away then she paused "―and Clary," she said turning back to her daughter "Yes mom?" Clary answered. "Stay out of trouble" Jocelyn warned and disappeared back into the hall. Clary stared after her mother and created an evil grin on her face.

"Whatever you say Jocelyn Morgenstern" Clary chuckled lightly as she disappeared into the man hole she was standing over.

Clary started humming down the narrow halls of the cave scraping the sword across the wall making it sound awful but not to her ears. To her it sounded like a victory dance or a sign of an audience applauding her every move knowing that she has what she wants and she intended it to stay that way. She heard people whispering and she stopped humming. She heard faint murmurs coming from in the cave and her eyebrows creased together. Lucifix appeared out of thin air and moved swiftly toward her.

"Master, are you ready to start the ceremony?" Lucifix hissed lightly as he lowered his head toward Clary.

"SILENCE you will speak when you are spoken to Lucifix!" Clary demanded.

"Yes Master!" Lucifix bowed and disappeared to her side then followed behind her the rest of the way.

"You better have some good news for me Lucifix" Clary said in an even tone.

"We have gathered all the children we can for you master" Lucifix shrieked behind her.

"Where's Caliath? Is he guarding the apartment like I asked of him? Clary asked firmly.

"I believe he is Master, although a mundane got in the way of our mission so we had to bring him with us" Lucifix shrieked as if he were apologizing for the mistake.

Clary shot him a murderous stare. "What? You brought a mundane with you!" Clary shouted suddenly furious.

"I―I didn't it was Caliath. He brought him here" Lucifix pleaded as he betrayed his brother in an instant, he was desperate for her forgiveness. Clary placed her fingers to her forehead as if she were getting a head ache with the demon. "I thought I told Caliath to kill anybody that got in the way, not bring a useless mundane with him! The City of Jewels is a sacred place of power and certainly not a sanctuary for filthy mundanes who are completely oblivious to the fact that we exist!" Clary retorted and then added, "They're a complete waste of space Lucifix!" Clary stated as if she were preaching to the poor demon. "Forgive me master, it won't happen again." Lucifix lowered his head and gave an apologetic bow.

"You better hope not or I will slaughter the last breath out of your black soul Lucifix!" Clary hissed through gritted teeth.

"Yes master!" Lucifix replied.

"Now go and make yourself useful and round up The Source" Clary demanded and gestured him to leave instantly. Lucifix hovered in bewilderment "―NOW!" Clary shouted making Lucifix shriek and he disappeared into the rock face.

Clary's footsteps paced silently through the City's narrow walls of solid marble rock and the glint of crystal diamonds welcomed her gleefully. Her eyes trickled across the room and made her way toward the altar where the Mortal Cup rested. She placed the sword next to it and shrugged her duffel bag beside it.

"Caliath Show your face!" Clary yelled making her voice echo through the cave.

"Clary?" a familiar voice echoed in the distance, Clary was startled by the voice. She turned to where the voice was coming from and something moved in the shadows.

"Who said that?" Clary demanded as she studied the shadows then his face came into view. It was a boy she knew all too well, his tousled blonde hair wasn't like she remembered; instead it was covered in grime and blood making him look filthy. She thought he looked weak and fragile no longer a Lion like figure, instead he looked more or less like a wounded cub.

"Well if it isn't the weakest link of the Herondales." Clary chuckled lightly then added "Tell me, how it is remotely possible you are alive and not burning in the grave with your pathetic father Stephen" Clary said in disgust. "I'd be lying if I said I was glad to see you here Jonathan" Clary finished.

Jace had a confused look on his face, he noticed the way she said his name and it made him shiver, he thought to himself since when did Clary refer to him as Jonathan, that was not Clary at all. He caught a glimpse of Valentine stain her face, almost as if a light flickered on making her resemble a mask of an evil spirit and he knew exactly why Clary was acting the way she was.

"Valentine!" Jace muttered through his teeth his expression filled with rage. Clary smiled wryly, "What's the matter Jonathan? You don't seem so glad to see me."

"Quite the contrary actually, considering you should be in hell!" Jace retorted.

Clary clicked her tongue and shook her head sideways "Now that's no way to greet the one who gave you life Jonathan" Clary said as she cocked her head to the side and her black eyes bored right through him like a poisonous arrow.

"What have you done with Clary?" Jace demanded.

Clary gave him an evil smirk. "She's still here, but I'm just borrowing her body for a little while―you don't mind do you son?" Clary teased.

Jace's eyes flushed with rage and he clenched his fist. "My name is NOT Jonathan and I am NOT your son!" Jace was outraged; he knew Valentine was the only person who could possibly taunt him and get on his nerves like that.

"Oh but it is your name, after all I was the one who brought you up Jonathan. I'd expect a great amount of gratitude coming from you." Clary replied.

"You took me away from my mother and killed my real father, now you want me to thank you? You can go and rot in hell for all I care!" Jace said in an angry tone.

Clary chuckled and was interrupted with a loud chorus of hissing and high pitch shrieking as the black shadows synchronized into a semi-circle. Jace noticed five of them hovered in a line next to Clary.

Clary raised her arms in the air wide to greet her fellow worshippers. "This is my circle" Clary said as she gestured around the room. "I call them the Soul Source and these are my line of commanders." she pointed down the line, "This is Lucifix the sixth in command, then Bermiel, Sarcrili, and Judeius." Clary introduced them one by one making them bow in respect. "Oh and I see you have already met Caliath here." she said stopping at the end of the line. Jace raised an eyebrow "I think I'd remember meeting a pathetic demon like that before" Jace replied.

Caliath created an evil grin "That's hardly possible if you were able to see me." Caliath hissed and then he disappeared into thin air showing a clear liquid figure as if to give him a little demonstration and then reappeared.

Jace's eyes narrowed "So you were the invisible slime ball?" realizing in an instant.

Caliath chuckled "I would say I'm sorry for choking you, but I enjoyed making you squeal like a bitch." he hissed lightly. Jace bit back the urge to retaliate, although he was tempted his energy had taken a toll on him. "Let's just say you're lucky to still be alive" Jace managed to choke.

Clary clicked her fingers in the air at Caliath and he broke out of the line instantly and fetched the Mortal Sword for her. "Master, I apologize for bringing the mundane with me, I swear it won't happen again" Caliath shrieked as he handed Clary the sword.

"Actually I'm glad you did Caliath, after all he isn't exactly a mundane" Clary said while pointing the sword toward the hollow of Jace's throat.

"Stand up Jonathan" Clary hissed. He obeyed and stumbled to his feet making him wince at every effort. "What are you going to do―kill me?" said Jace. "Now why would I do such a thing? Besides I was beginning to think we can be a family again―like old times―what do you say?" Clary asked

"I'd say you're more of a psychotic maniac than I thought, I would rather eat dirt from the devil himself than to stand in battle with you" Jace said in an angry tone.

Clary swiped the back of her hand across Jace's face making him spit blood out of his mouth. "Don't be so rude Jonathan. That's no way to speak to your father, at the rate you're going, your wish might come sooner than you think." Clary stated. Jace stood there in pain, his shoulders needed medical attention or an Iratze rune to heal the wounds and to make it worse he was losing a lot of his energy making him feel faint.

"Clary…!" Jace yelled as if to get Clary's attention and she flinched for a second making her snap out of her trance state. Her eyes held pain and sorrow "Jace, what are you doing here?" she said softly and cupped her hands on his cheek. It was sweet the way she caressed him and he fell on his knees in relief "Clary―take these chains off me before he kills you" Jace pleaded helplessly. Clary closed the gap between them as she kissed him on the cheek "I'm sorry Jace, I should've listened to you," she whispered. "Clary, there's not enough time, just get the cuffs off me" Jace pleaded. Clary gazed at him with a worried expression and then nodded. She lifted her arms raising the Mortal Sword and slammed it against the chain making a loud pang as it cut through a little bit of it; she did it again until it broke off. "Master, what are you doing?" Caliath hissed.

Clary froze with the sword in the air and turned back to Caliath. "I was just―never mind" Clary shook her head and realized what she was doing and then she swiped the handle of the sword across Jace's face knocking him to the ground. "Nice try Jonathan!" Clary hissed, "But you'll have to do better than that."

"Clary….!" Jace yelled again making him cough blood out of his mouth, but she couldn't hear him anymore, she was lost in a world of Valentine's cruel intensions. The Clary he knew before was sweet, delicate and beautiful, but that part of her had vanished and controlled by her manipulative father. Jace's expression held contempt and at the same time sorrow, he fought the urge to fight back but knowing very well he will hurt Clary too. "Caliath go and get the children for me" Clary commanded instantly.

"So you're going to kill innocent children? Just to get what you want?" Jace muttered through gritted teeth as he shuffled painfully on the ground.

Clary rolled her eyes. "Downworlders are hardly worthy of being branded as innocent Jonathan. They're a filthy race and a threat to mankind, didn't I teach you anything?" Clary retorted. "Anyway I'm not going to kill them exactly, more like strip them from their powers. I for one think power should only be granted to the one that deserves it and I think I've done my fair share of good deeds" she finished.

"So how do you plan on doing that? The Angel Raziel won't allow it; he'll condemn you for it!" Jace protested. Clary chuckled with an evil smirk "Raziel was a fool to have not listened, just like his brother Ithuriel, he cursed the Nephilim race with scars of torture and gifted Downworlders with power and I refuse to state my name below his. I have a new realm of worshippers and no longer bound by an oath of the Angel's covenants'. " Clary hissed as if to state a fact.

"You won't get away with this Valentine" Jace hissed.

Clary chortled "That's where you're wrong my dear son, I have figured out a way to strip Downworlders of their powers using The Mortal Instruments, with the help of my fellow sorcerers, and of course this beautiful place I call The City of Jewels. It's a place designed to alleviate power."

"What do you mean what kind of power?" Jace asked.

Clary cocked her head to the side "Well how else do you explain the loss of energy you're experiencing? These jewels that are placed around this cave aren't here for just your amusement Jonathan. They absorb all one's energy causing you to be stripped of all your power. In a few hours or so you're be just as useless as a mundane." Clary finished.

"That's ludicrous, only the Angel Raziel has the power to do that" Jace said.

"Well now that makes two of us" Clary said thoughtfully, "all I need now is to fill the cup with the blood of the children and my task will be complete."

"What about Clary? You'll kill your only daughter for your own selfish pleasure?" Jace protested.

"Consider it to be a glorious sacrifice for her dear old dad." Clary said thoughtfully.

"What about the ring? Why did you put a controlling spell on it?" Jace asked curiously.

"I don't know what you're talking about, what ring?" Clary stood there confused.

"Don't give me that, you put a spell on the ring she's wearing around her neck" said Jace.

Clary held her hands toward her neck and found the Morgenstern ring attached to her, she creased her eyebrows together.

"How did she get this? I sure as hell didn't give it to her let alone put a spell on it!" Clary yelled, then she took a closer look at it again and realized something. "This is certainly not a Morgenstern ring, it's a piece of junk I wouldn't give something like this to her." Clary gazed at the shadows with an expression that showed an incredulous look on her face, her eyes expanded.

"Jonathan?" Clary asked.

"I told you my name isn't Jonathan!" Jace hissed.

"I wasn't talking to you!" Clary shrieked.

Jace heard a low chuckle coming from in the distance and a figure stood in the shadows, but he couldn't see a face "You could thank me later father," said a low voice in the shadows. It was a boy that Jace had seen before; his eyes were as black as Clary's were and he looked like a younger version of Valentine his expression showed a malice streak to it.

"Sebastian?" Jace gasped as his face came into view.

A/N:

"Oh you have GOT to be kidding! Sebastian is back?!" Isabelle shrieked while throwing popcorn at the invisible screen.

"Surely, I'm not that bad, am I?" Sebastian sounded from the background with a swagger attitude.

"You have to admit, he's a total badass," Author says.

Isabelle rolled her eyes, "Yeah...he puts the 'Ass' in badass..seriously!"

"He's not THAT bad...he's kinda hot," Clary admitted.

Author shudders. "Anyway, I need someone to give the reviewers a kiss," Author asks.

"Why don't you ask Jace...he seems to be doing alot of that lately." Clary says.

"Perfect, here he is now...Jace I need you to kiss the reviewers,"

*Jace plants a kiss on everyone who reviews*