Hello everyone! This chapter is LONG overdue. I lost inspiration for this story but I am finding it again. So sorry y'all. Hope you enjoy this, R&R!

The flames of the candles began to quiver, moving restlessly; they never extinguished though. Magnus was now shouting in Latin, his eyes looked as if they were possessed. A deep blue that shimmered like rippling waves. A hole appeared in the ground where the symbols and lines had been drawn and blazes of fire ignited. The sound of the flames thrashing could barely be heard over Magnus. The shouting continued and looks of anxiousness and terror crossed over everyone's faces as they exchanged glances.

A tall and wide figure appeared from the gaping hole, it started screeching and Jace, Isabelle, and Simon covered their ears in an attempt from hearing the piercing sound. The demon had stumpy legs and arms and a fat torso. Its single eye rested below its mouth which was located on what presumably would be the forehead on a human. The eyeball was completely black and seemed like it was staring at everything. The demon was covered in rough scales and had ooze dripping from its pores.

Magnus scowled and kept his arms out, holding the demon in place. He lifted one arm and shot a blue spark at the decagon and yelled something that couldn't be heard over the demon's yells.

Once Magnus finished speaking, the demon halted and stood still, completely under Magnus' control. It's breathing was heavy and it slumped over, obeying the warlock. Magnus took a deep breath and the others moved their hands back down to their sides. "Berluhm," Magnus steadied his breathing and cleared his throat. "Demon of tracking. I, Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, demand of you to track down Clarissa Fairchild."

Berluhm cried out and pushed against the walls of the invisible barricade he was in. "It's no use, I have you under my control. Now, cooperate and I will send you back to your home dimension."

The fluid seeping from the demon fell to the ground and began to evaporate the lines that kept it trapped in the ring. Magnus shot his hand out and hit the demon with his blue fire and yelled something in a foreign language.

Berluhm screamed out and eyed Magnus. He closed his eye and inhaled deeply, longer than any mundane could ever breathe in.

"What is it doing?" Simon whispered to Isabelle nervously, Jace and Alec in earshot.

"It's communicating with Magnus."

"It can't speak?"

"No," Isabelle glanced at Simon, "Most demons can't. The mouth is there for other purposes. Such as screaming." She spoke, glaring at the demon.

Simon shook his head and glanced between Magnus and Berluhm. Nothing changed for several minutes. Ten minutes. Half an hour. Magnus, whose arms were still outstretched, guided his hands downwards and Berluhm vanished into the ground.

Magnus took a ragged breath and stumbled to the desk, using it for balance. Alec rushed to Magnus' side to aid him. Alec rubbed Magnus' back, giving him time to regain his composure.

"Well, where's Clary?" Jace asked impatiently once Magnus had gathered his strength and recovered.

"Berluhm was unable to track her. She's not in this universe, or any other realm." Magnus muttered, his gaze on the ground.

"What does that mean?" Simon came closer with Isabelle at his side.

"It means Clary is gone." Jace stated blandly, his expression fading and hardening.

"I'm sorry Jace," Isabelle came up next to Jace.

"Don't apologize. I know that's not true." Jace snapped back.

There was an eerie silence as Magnus, Alec, and Simon exchanged looks. If a Greater Demon couldn't find Clary throughout all the realms than nobody else could. Of course, Jace refused to believe something so obscure. Who could blame him?

"Jace, the tracking failed. Clary is…" Alec trailed off.

"What, dead? You expect me to believe some soulless entity from Hell? Or your warlock boyfriend for that matter. He's a Downworlder, he can't be trusted." Jace said with disgust.

"That's enough Jace," Isabelle's expression changed from apologetic to irritation. "Just because this happened, doesn't mean you have to take it out on the people who love and care about you."

Jace stood his guard. "My, I'm so sorry Isabelle. Let me just go on pretending nothing terrible has ever happened and I didn't just lose Clary." His voice was heavy with sarcasm before he muttered, "Like you would know how it feels."

Isabelle stomped her foot and let out a growl. "Might I remind you Jace that Max is dead."

"And whose fault was that?!" Jace shouted back.

Isabelle was about to jump at Jace but Simon wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her away from Jace as Alec stepped between the two, pushing Jace away from Izzy. Alec didn't look any happier than Isabelle but he remained neutral with a firm grip on Jace.

"Both of you, stop it." Alec said through gritted teeth.

Jace relaxed some, but didn't look in Isabelle's direction as he turned to face Magnus who had begun speaking.

"I can perform one final task that may be helpful. I know I said Clary is gone, but I'm not taking a demon's word."

"But you had control over it, it couldn't have lied to you. You were its master." Simon said.

"There are ways that a demon can lie even when others are governing it. It may have had higher orders, or was resisting the spell. It rarely happens, but it is possible." Magnus walked towards the bag he'd brought. "I can try a spell like the tracking one. Except, this one will only determine if she is living or dead."

Jace stood straight and Alec released his hold on him. "Do it." He said, a little bit of hope gleaming in his eyes.

Magnus nodded his head and sifted through his belongings. He pulled the necklace from his pocket again and this time put a purple mixture on it. A drop was more than enough as a puff of steam emitted from the piece of jewelry. He held out his hand and a spark ignited from it. Magnus circled his hand over the necklace and closed his eyes, focusing.

Jace stared intently as if he could speed up the process. Magnus opened his eyes wide and nodded. "Clary's alive."

Jace smirked and felt his heart speed up as he pushed himself away from Alec and out of the library. He was full of ambition and lust to find Clary as he ran to his bedroom.

Silence and darkness surrounded Clary. She was locked in a cell of some sorts and nothing seemed familiar. She had woken up on the cold cement floor, a cut along the side of her face and leg like she had just been tossed inside. Her mouth tasted metallically and she had a dizzying headache for a while. Whenever she blinked, she only saw an image of Jace's eyes, calm and comforting and then swiftly changing to hard and cruel as if he enjoyed treating her like this.

At first Clary thought she might have been locked in the Silent City but knew otherwise from the way the cell looked. She had seen it when Jace had been locked up and it looked nothing like this. This cell made the Silent City seem like home. Here, it was pitch black and dead quiet. Nobody had come by, it was like she had been locked up and forgotten.

- ((AN: SKIP BETWEEN UNIVERSES. I CAN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET THE LINE HERE.))

Clary had curled up on the floor, praying this was all some terrible prank or horrific nightmare. She'd cried silently, feeling lighter as if a great deal of weight had been lifted from her shoulders. After some time, no tears would come and she simply sniffled. Then she had screamed angrily, banging on the wall, begging for someone to let her out. The cell was small, a six by six-foot cube perhaps, Clary had bumped into the ceiling when she stood on the bench. She'd touched every part, hoping to poke her finger through a tiny hole, or scrape her hand on a door hinge. But nothing. Now though, she sat in the corner, her arms wrapped her legs as she trembled from the cold, stale air.

Her breaths were small and steady, Clary felt like she might run out of oxygen at any moment and her body would rot and decay and never be discovered. Or she'd starve to death, feel her skin poking against her ribs as her stomach howled loudly. She thought momentarily about each swallow of saliva, as if she could preserve it and live off of it until she was rescued. She bit her lip and forced herself to relax and lean her head against the wall. Sleep seemed like the best option now, a place where she could escape this awful reality and pass time quickly.

As hard as Clary tried, sleep never came. The only noise was the growling of her stomach and the small sound of her inhales and exhales. She passed the time counting, once she had reached twenty thousand, she had given up. If she did her math correctly, that meant she had been counting aimlessly for nearly six hours. A small yelp left her mouth at the realization. She screamed louder, and pounded her fist into the jagged ground. Blood began to stream down her hands and she felt shards of rock stick inside the cuts.

She collapsed back and almost instantly, began to sob uncontrollably. She hated this feeling of being trapped, of not knowing what was going on outside. If it was night or day. Rainy or sunny. She cried for freedom. She cried for help. She cried for Jocelyn and Jace and Simon and Alec and Isabelle. She cried for her life.

After an hour or so, her sobs had turned to sniffles and no more tears would come once more. Clary laid down flat on the bench, staring up at nothingness. Her thoughts pondered, but she tried to stay optimistic, or at least neutral. She heard a loud bang and jumped up to her feet instinctively. Nothing happened though. After a few more moments of silence, Clary relaxed and told herself it was just her mind playing tricks on her.

She had studied hundreds of books since she became a Shadowhunter of ways her kind had been tortured physically and mentally in the past and how they survived. But most the time, they died and these were just lessons that Shadowhunters needed to learn. She never thought she might live such an experience. This was ten times worse than when she had to put on a smile and pretend she was okay living with Sebastian and fake Jace.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard a small screech. She sat up on the bed and wished for a rune of awareness so that she could identify the noise. Her breathing quickened as the soft thud of footsteps approached. Clary stood up right and made her way to the wall opposite of the bench in one stride. She stood, glancing at the wall as if she could break it open with her eyes.

There was a soft chuckle and Clary spun around, seeing Jace opposite of her. She gasped, "Jace!" A glare passed through his eyes at the mention of his name. She could tell he wanted to question her. All protective instinct left her and she threw herself at him. A groan escaped her lips as she fell forward onto the bench. He wasn't real. "Calm yourself, I didn't come to free you, just feed you."

"W-What? No, let me out, please." She begged, trying to locate the softer side of her boyfriend.

"Eat. I'll come back for you later once we've decided how to handle the situation." The cool never once left his voice as he stood with confidence.

"No, don't leave—" Clary stopped mid-sentence as the holograph dissipated. She fell to her knees and let out a single noise, somewhere between a cry and yelp. She stayed like that for what felt like eternity before dragging herself to the bench. If she squinted, Clary could make out the faint outline of a rock. Witchlight. She grabbed it up and it began to glow a dim light. Sitting in front of her was a tall glass of water and a tray with bread and butter on it. She was about to inhale it all when she stopped herself relentlessly. She wouldn't give them any such pleasure by eating the food they'd provided. Clary's eyes moved past the food to what lay next to it on the platter; a stele.

She swiftly snatched it up and threw herself at the wall. With all the strength she had left, she conjured up an opening rune. Clary felt her muscles in her arms ache as she pressed the tip into the stone and focused. The lines flowed on the rocky surface like ink on a canvas. She felt more burning, a stinging pain.

Clary let out a scream and dropped the stele, clutching her hand. There was a red line down the center that began welting up like a burn. The stele laid on the ground, blazing red like it had just been pulled out of a fire. She let out another shout and looked down at her blistering palm. She breathed in and out carefully and cried out as blood from her split knuckles flowed into the burn.

She had heard of things like this before. A stele specifically designed by the Iron Sisters to only allow the user to draw certain runes. The Silent Brothers used them on prisoners and traders so that they could only draw healing and nourishment runes. But as far as Clary was concerned, they were nearly impossible to come by.

She clutched her hand and scooted over to the stele that laid on the ground. She poked at it and sighed in relief to find it had cooled off. She took ahold of it lightly and placed it on her inner arm. Clary sighed and dropped the stele, she wouldn't accept their pity gifts. She was stronger than that. She slid her tennis shoe off and slipped off her sock. She didn't dare smell it as she wrapped it around her gaping burn.

She bit her lip to suppress a scream as she hobbled to the bench. Clary flipped the plate over with her foot and heard the shatter of the plate as pieces of glass buried themselves in the bread. She looked in the corner of the room as if there was a security camera watching her and scowled, showing off her act of defiance.

Clary moaned softly and plopped down on the bench and collapsed, leaning her back against the wall. Her eyes fluttered shut and she let her mind drift to another realm, ignoring the stinging and burning pain in her hand. Clary sighed and after a few minutes, sleep finally overtook her.

"Wake up girl." Said a voice, Alec. Clary yawned and forced her eyelids open, frowning once she realized where she was.

"Where are you taking me?" Clary asked stubbornly.

"Relax, I'm taking you out of this dungeon. My siblings and I are ready to speak to you."

Clary scowled and fought against him for a moment but he was stronger. She finally gave in as he cuffed her hands with electrum wire and walked her out. She gasped as they walked through the wall and they appeared to be in the cellar under the Institute.

Alec walked them up a flight of stairs and it opened into the back of the interrogation room of the Institute. Clary knew that at the Institute she had grown accustom to, that this room was dusty and rarely used. Isabelle and Jace stood in the corner by a door. Isabelle sat on the floor, humming as she played with a scrap of some sort.

Jace was looking down at a book and slammed it shut as Alec and Clary neared the other two. Jace's expression was nearly impossible to read and before Clary could try to interpret it, Isabelle let out a gasp.

"Jace, you said you gave her a healing stele!" Izzy was on her feet in seconds and rushed over to Clary, pulling her own stele free.

Jace shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "I did, she chose not to use it." Izzy muttered something and gently took Clary's arm and turned it over. She gently pressed the tip to Clary's skin and traced the lines of the iratze rune.

"I was hoping she'd turn into a forsaken…" Jace muttered with a roll of his eyes. Isabelle shot him a glare before turning back to Clary with a smile. "I'm Isabelle."

"I know," Clary whispered, Izzy giving her an odd look. "Umm, never mind. I-I . . ." She was at a loss of words and she glanced at Jace, hoping for some reassurance but he was busy having a conversation with Alec via eye contact.

Alec nodded his head and began walking, catching Clary off balance as she nearly tripped and was dragged into the investigation chamber. Clary groaned, regaining her balance as she looked around the room. It was dimly lit by witchlight and there was a table with two chairs in the center.

Clary remembered when she was younger, around eleven, and she and Simon had geeked out on criminal shows. She was obsessed with novels and movies about crime and murder. She and Simon had tried to start investigations about silly little things such as what was in the school pizza or why Jocelyn painted landscapes of an unfamiliar place.

Now she knew that place as Idris and had solved many issues in the Shadowhunters world. She twisted around as Alec slammed the door in her face. The door was decorated with runes of protection, silence, and closing. She sighed and took a seat in one of the chairs.

The Nephilim were original and didn't have the one-sided mirror that was obviously looking glass on the other side. She checked all the corners and walls but didn't see any signs of surveillance. Clary rested her elbows on the table and looked down at her hand. The sock had fallen off and she was impressed to see the burn had turned into a scar, the pain subsiding slowly.

Clary let her head fall onto her hand as she resisted the urge to fall asleep. Then again, it might intimidate the trio outside if they saw how bored and calm she seemed despite her heart that was racing. She turned her head as the door opened and Alec stepped inside. In the light, she could see he was now wearing a pair of Shadowhunter custom pants and a white shirt.

He took the seat opposite Clary and gave her a devious smirk. "So, Clarissa. How do you know about the Shadow World?" He asked.

Clary sat up in her seat. "I'm a Shadowhunter! That is how I know. I have the Sight and my parents and brother are Shadowhunters."

Alec eyed the wall opposite of the door and raised an eyebrow. "If you're a Shadowhunter, how come we're only just meeting you now?"

Clary ran a hand through her thick curls. "Because this is not my world. This is some . . .demon dimension."

Alec stifled a chuckle. "It is now, huh?"

"Yes, and I can prove it to you."

"And how is that?" He asked nonchalantly.

Clary glanced at the wall where Alec had looked, Isabelle and Jace must've been listening and watching them. "I know that you are Alec Lightwood and you have a sister named Isabelle and Jace is your guy's adoptive brother and you had a little brother named Max who may or may not be dead in this world. Also, Jace was raised by my father and his real parents are Stephen and Céline Herondale. Oh, and did I mention the fact that you're about as straight as Tyler Oakley!" She yelled frustrated.

Alec felt his cheeks turn red as he began laughing dryly. Clary groaned in irritation as she rubbed her hands over her eyes. Isabelle walked in with a soft smile on her face and stood behind her brother.

"I think we can let her go Alec. She might be a Shadowhunter but if we report her to the Clave then she'll most likely be sent to Basilias. She seems a bit loose to me, definitely did some research, but I think we should just let her live out her fantasies in the mundane world."

Alec thought about it for a moment. "Alright sis, if you think so. I'll escort her—" Jace walked in through the door. "Don't worry about her Alec. I'll take her out and make sure she doesn't find her way back." He said spitefully.

Alec glanced at Isabelle and shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever, I'm gonna go get some food." Isabelle stood to follow her brother. "I'll cook. I think we've got the ingredients to make spinach tortellini." Their conversation cut off as the door shut and Clary was left alone with Jace.

She couldn't help staring at the boy who she'd had kissed so many times, thought about endlessly. But this wasn't him. Jace grabbed her wrist and yanked her out of the room and down another unfamiliar corridor. He was silent the entire way as Clary half ran half walked to keep up with his long strides.

They made a sharp turn and were moving down the main hallway of the Institute. Clary was thankful she could get her footing now that she knew where she was. However, she realized that the entrance was in the opposite direction. Unless Jace planned to drop her out a window, they were only headed further into the building's interior.

Clary didn't dare to argue. She found herself curious as to where Jace was dragging her. The silence dragged on and up another staircase and down a side hallway that Clary had only gone down before once or twice. Jace glanced around before pushing Clary into a dust covered bedroom. It was identical to all the other extra rooms with a simple bed, wardrobe, desk, and en suite.

"Jace, what are you doing?!" Clary asked in a hushed and angry tone.

He turned to face her, looking down on her. Clary had nearly forgotten the height gap between them as she strained her neck to look up at him with a stubborn expression. 'How did you know my name was Jace?"

"Huh?" Clary asked, completely thrown off guard by his obscured question.

Jace let out an exasperated sigh. "When you first met me, you knew my name. A-And you had this look in your eyes like you knew me."

Clary suddenly felt the urge to tell him all that had happened to her in hopes that he would remember who she was and the relationship they had but she quickly submerged that idea. "Like your siblings said, I did my research." Jace only gave her a bizarre look before leading Clary out of the room. With another awkward silence Jace took Clary to the main exit and accompanied her out of the building before watching Clary leave.

He knew perfectly well in his mind that this would not be the last he saw of Clarissa Morgenstern.

Clary made her way down first avenue. Her hands reached into her pockets where she felt a slip of paper. She pulled it out curiously and found a twenty-dollar bill that had not been there earlier. No doubt in Clary's mind that Isabelle had found some way to slip it in there now that she had such a charisma demeanor. Clary silently thanked her as she slipped into the next available subway tunnel and purchased a metro ticket.

Soon enough, she had arrived at her home, a bit of comfort washing over her. The sun had completely vanished between the time she had left the Institute and gotten home. She had grabbed her backpack from where she had left it a few blocks away from the house and entered the building.

It seemed her father had come home early from work for he was waiting in the kitchen for Clary, a beer in his hand as he scuffled through documents. "Clarissa," He said angrily, running a hand through his pale blond hair. "Where have you been? I called you nonstop and the school called and said you were absent today. I had to leave work early to go looking for you. Your brother was nice enough not to rat you out."

Clary swallowed the lump in her throat and stuttered a response. "I'm sorry dad, I just hung out at Java Jones. I was working on some sketches. I just wasn't feeling good today." She lied.

Valentine sighed, not to upset since this was something Clary rarely did. "Alright, that's fine. Next time, let someone know. However, there shouldn't be a next time."

Clary nodded and gave her father a small smile. "Yes sir, I promise. I'm just going to go to bed. I ate at the coffee place."

Valentine nodded. "Okay, sweetie. And tomorrow, I'm going to make sure you get in the car with your brother so he can take you. Love you!" He shouted, turning back to his work as Clary left the room.

Clary sighed in frustration. She was not fond of all this acting and just wanted answers but she knew she would have to attend school tomorrow to suffice her father's wishes and keep his calm and out of her hair for a while. Clary changed into a baggy tee and shorts before climbing into bed. She hadn't realized how exhausted she was from such a long day. She laid there and mentally prepared herself for the following school day before drifting to sleep.

Had to throw a day at school into this parallel universe mix. Hope y'all enoyed reading! Also, I'm no longer doing the 'if you name the chapter, I'll put your name in the next chapter' because I realized anyone could easily Google it. Anyways, son't forget to review!