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6 Months later.

"Mr Wayland." a loud voice boomed. "You have been accused of treason against the Clave and all Shadowhunters". The loud voice continued- "your punishment shall be of the stripping of your runes and a death sentence." I looked among the crowd gathered. Some faces I recognised. Some I didn't. But the one I was looking for wasn't there. I can only see Robert at the stands. I closed my eyes. A flash of red. A glint of green. A part of a smile. That's all I needed. Oh, how I wasted so much time without her in Idris. If only I could take just that hour back and take back the pain I brought with me treating her like that.

I walked up to the front of the court. Robert stood before me. He took out his Stele. Like he had done many times before he turned it so the sharpest edge was touching my skin. Slowly but surely he dragged the knife over my runes. It felt like someone was slowly dripping acid onto my skin as if I were some fugitive. Tears came to my eyes, not for pain, but pride. But I blinked them away. I will never give them the satisfaction. I closed my eyes and imagined Clary. How beautifully soft her skin was which contrasted against her bright red hair and eyes. She always brought brightness wherever she went. She lit up the room and it satisfied me to know that I could call her to be mine. The removal of runes was a torturous process but Clary got me through it. I could almost feel her small hands clinging onto mine squeezing them lightly to remind me she was there, to know my fragile stunning girlfriend will always be beside me.

After an hour of relentless pain Robert stepped back and admired his work. Son of a bitch. He returned to his place on the stand before the accusations were read out again. They were trying to humiliate me in my last moments. A silent brother I didn't know placed a large black hood over himself, so his face would be covered, before walking towards me.

Clary's POV:

The baby satisfies Sebastian. I know because he does not come to me as often as he used to. I know what I have to do. I have to stop this. I have to stop myself. I created one monster. I cannot create another.

Alec's POV:

Shit my head hurts. I bring my hand up to my face to rub my eyes before I use them to push my face off the hard wooden table. The table is littered with bottles. I rub my eyes again and then my head, but this doesn't contribute to curing my headache. I stumble over to the bathroom knocking a few bottles over in the process before yanking the medicine cabinets open and shoving two paracetamols down my throat. I can't remember when I first started hitting the bottle hard... Hell I can't even remember what happened last night. I walk over to my worn down, stained couch and lie on it. I grabbed a bottle of vodka, still drunk from the last time I passed out.

"To all you fuckers who left me alone on this planet. This drink is for you" I raised the bottle over my head causing some of the precious liquid to spill. I downed the bottle and everything went fuzzy. Before I knew it everything was as I planned it. Black.

Jace's POV:

Walking to the stands was probably the most humiliating thing a shadowhun-... a human can do. Following the silent brother I walked with no regret up to the stands. Another wrapped the noose around my neck. Think of Clary. Think of Clary.

"Mr Wayland, any last words?" I shook my head. I looked up to the grey sky and then closed my eyes to picture my bubbly girlfriend before me.

"I love you Clar-"

Robert pulled the door beneath Jace's feet.

Snap.

A body lay limp attached to a piece of string. Much like a puppet, waiting.

Clary's POV:

Sebastian walked in. I acted as I usually would, facing away from him and saying nothing. Like he always did, he positioned himself between my legs and began unzipping his trousers. This is it Clarissa. Now of never. I leapt up and grabbed the Stele from his waist. Like I expected, he had another weapon adjacent to the one she took which he uncovered to defend himself.

"Your going to have to do better than that Clarissa" he taunted. "Did you honestly expect that to work?" for a second I closed my eyes and breathed in.

"Who said my aim was to hurt you?" his expression went from pride to confusion and then to anger in a matter or milliseconds. "I love you Jace" I whispered.

It seemed everything moved in slow motion. Sebastian was sprinting towards me, but he moved slowly. Too slowly to stop me. I closed my eyes and brought the stele down to my chest and inserted it just below my ribs. I doubled over in pain and attempted to catch my breath. My skinny, frail body curled into a ball, trying to protect myself from the never ending pain. My hands we sticky from the red liquid surrounding me. My life flashed before my eyes.

Playing with my mums hair when I was very young, twisting it around my finger. Luke pushing me so high on the swings that I felt I could touch the stars. Simon and I going into secondary school together, both terrified and excited of what was to come. Jace and I having our first kiss in the green house. Izzy lecturing me about how I should wear my skirt and laughing about my eyeliner that managed to cover everywhere but my eye. Magnus twirling me around after I wore a sparkly top to his liking. Max and I talking about our favourite comics. Alec warning me about Jace. The miracle that occurred when I learnt Simon would live when I thought he had died. Jace. Jace's lips, hair, eyes, nose, mouth, body. He was every girls dream and he is... was mine. My eyes became fuzzy and my head became heavy.

Such an unfortunate ending to a beautiful story of life.

Clary's body lay limp on the floor unattended and uncared for.

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Jace's body was placed in a mundane graveyard and will forever be used as an example of breaking the law.

Clary's body was never recovered. It was believed her body was burnt.

Izzy never turned off the drugs and eventually passed away from overdose.

To this day Simon lives in silence and had not communicated with anyone after Isabel's departure of this life.

Magnus and Alec were in love, but fell apart as Magnus could not stand to view or be unable to aid his uncontrollable state. He gave Alec the choice him or alcohol. He chose the latter. Alec could not work due to his unfit state and is now homeless living off the streets of Brooklyn.

Magnus' placement is still untraceable.

The son Sebastian created through Clary was born with the mix of angel and demonic blood, but the child died only a couple months after his mother's death because of the over use of the drugs he had to intake.

Sebastian lives and his location is unknown.

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