Name Her

It was almost four days before Jonathan came back to himself and stopped prowling about the ring of runes Clary had made. For those days, Clary would usually sit in the center of the circle, draped in a few blankets and stare blankly at the window across from her, at the faint sun. She responded to Jace's gentle questioning, but would flinch when he mentioned the demon that had revealed itself to her. Every now and then, Jonathan would slouch in, scowl at Clary and Jace huddled together, and then walk around the room; at these times Clary would tuck her face away from him in Jace's chest. It was lucky that the runes Clary had made kept sound out, because Jace was sure that Jonathan was speaking to them.

The recent reveal of the demon lurking in Jonathan had been deeply troubling Jace. He had suspected that some demon was controlling him, but the fact that it had such a grip on Jonathan that it could completely suppress him and make itself seen was worrying. If the demon could, at any time, attack, he and Clary were in far worse danger than he thought. What was worse, as far as Jace was concerned, was that it seemed Jonathan was still in there somewhere.

Jace was sure now that he had seen Jonathan crying, and that meant that Clay was right: Jonathan's soul was trapped in his body, being fed off of by a demon. The implications were almost too much for him to bear; he must have been in unimaginable pain. The tears Jace had seen must have been the result of desperate loneliness and longing. He had yet to tell Clary he had seen her brother weeping because she would only feel sorry for him, and right then, they couldn't afford to be sympathetic.

It finally came, though, that the runes in the ring began to fade and die, and Clary had looked on terrified. "Jace, Jace wake up," she said, shaking Jace away.

He rolled over and yawned. "What is it, Clary?" He reached up and pulled Clary down into a warm embrace. "Is it morning already?"

"The runes are fading," she said with wide eyes. "I think that by the end of the day they will be gone completely."

Jace sat up quickly and glanced over the runes. "Can you re-draw them?" he asked, holding up the stele.

"No, I would have to break the ring to do it, and the time it would take to re-draw them all would be more than enough for Jonathan to come for us."

"Then, we'll fight," said Jace after a beat. "I have a stele, I can mark us, and we can find a weapon and fight until-until…" But the truth was, Jace didn't know how they could fight indefinitely when Jonathan had an army at his back. He also didn't know how it all would end when Jonathan won. "Have faith, Clary."

"In the Angel?" Clary asked, settling down by him.

Jace laughed. "In us," he answered, running his hand over their matching runes. "This strength between us has so far moved mountains. Who's to say we won't overcome this too?"

Clary didn't really have the heart to agree, but she kissed him softly all the same and rested against Jace. As the day slipped by, bit by bit, the sun sank lower. The shadows lengthened and Clary began to measure how soon Jonathan would come storming in, ready to pounce. Though he must have been terrified, Jace kept himself calm and collect, and continued to rub Clary's side gently, humming softly.

The sun set and darkness fell, and still Clary's runes were glowing faintly, sputtering now and then but showing white in the shadows. Clary began to shiver and Jace wrapped the two of them in a blanket, lying down on the floor. He turned Clary so she couldn't look at the dying runes, and instead was pressed against his chest. Jace held her and watched the runes, one hand curled around the stele.

We'll need to move fast once the runes die, probably make a try at finding the servants' stair. If we can get down to the servants' quarters we can hide out there, maybe even try to get out…and leave Jonathan and Aline and all the other innocents? Jace frowned a bit to himself, shifting himself so he could look down on Clary's small, pale face. You told Clary you'd help her save her brother, and you know she won't leave him now that she knows the truth.

It was unfortunate, but also the truth. Clary was determined to stay and save Jonathan from the demon, and she had sworn on the Angel to do so; she wouldn't leave, and Jace knew he wasn't going to leave her. We need to protect ourselves, she must realize that.

Jace began to think of ways to best convince Clary to run, at least to hide before her brother attacked, but he felt his eyes begin to droop. Horrified, he gave himself a shake, but he had gone without food and water for three days now, and sleep was fighting back. He tried to sing louder, tried to recite some of the Greek plays he knew, tried almost anything he could, but gradually, Jace felt himself slipping off.

Just as the inky black of night began to change to a deep blue, the runes flared one last time and then died like a candle being sniffed out. However, both Clary and Jace were fast asleep, their arms wrapped about each other, cheeks pressed to cheeks, their minds completely blank; in Jace's hand, the stele slipped a little.

It was like this that Jonathan came upon them. He strolled into the room, saw that the runes had gone, and blinked slowly. For a long while he just stood and stared at them, and he seemed to be fighting with himself, his lips going pale and bloodless. Finally, when the blue had turned to purple and pink, Jonathan seemed to come to a decision and he took a few tentative steps forward until he was standing above the two. His dark eyes searched them, searched their helplessness and love, searched over their inattentive, uncaring faces. He seemed remotely confused by them, and he bared his teeth suddenly in a snarl. Finally, just as the sky turned orange and red, Jonathan turned sharply on his heel and left them.

At some point, there was the sound of a heavy door being pushed open and Jace jerked awake. He sat up so fast Clary was tossed from his grip. He stared, frantic eyed at the ring of runes that had been there, now gone, and lurched to his feet.

"Clary, Clary get up," he ordered sharply, but the figure emerging from the shadows of the door was not Jonathan. He saw the small figure, the dark, long hair, and the fragile looking face. "Aline?"

She saw Jace and Clary, looking confused and scared, and smiled shyly. "Yes, sir, the King sent me to wake you and get you ready for a meal."

"He sent you?" Jace rasped, stilling holding the stele and staring at Aline.

"Yes, Jace," Aline said, still smiling slightly. "He came and told me you were going to be joining him today for lunch and I was to make sure you were ready."

"But how did he know?" Clary asked, still rather confused. She ran a hand through her messy hair and stared at Aline like she were impossible. "How did he know that the runes were going to be gone?"

Aline shrugged. "He said that you were going to be joining him is all. You are taking your meal with him, aren't you?"

Clary and Jace exchanged looks with each other suspiciously. Jace finally said, "I suppose that if the King requests our presence then we must attend. Clary, may I help you up?"

Clary took Jace's hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. They both looked at Aline, who seemed so innocent, but at the same time so strange. They were both thinking that Jonathan was somehow using Aline as a decoy to draw them out, and that they would be set upon by demons the moment they were out of the ring. Aline, however, seemed her usual helpful self. She saw them looking nervous and then dropped into a bow.

"I have things to tell you too…about the Great Goddess."

"What do you know?" asked Clary at once, stepping beyond the circle of runes; Jace raised his hand to call after her, but she was already with Aline. "It's fine, Jace," she said over her shoulder and Jace came to join them.

"I'll tell you as I get you ready, or Jonathan will be furious," Aline murmured, her eyes down as she hadn't seemed to recover from her fear of Jonathan. "Hurry, hurry, please."

Clary and Jace allowed themselves to be taken farther from the safety of their rune circle and into the bathroom attached to the queen's chambers. It seemed that Jonathan's anger had stretched to the rest of the rooms, because the bathroom was in shambles. The many bottles of soaps and salts and flower petals had been thrown to the floor, smashing or spilled. There were towels tossed about here and there, and the carpets that had covered the floor were torn. Clary and Jace balked at the sight.

"What happened?" Clary whispered, stepping carefully into the room and treading on a small spill of flower petals.

"It's a bit messy," agreed Aline, but she was already filling the tub with the many buckets of steaming water. "Get in, get in, quickly. I'll see if I can clean the place up us a bit while you bathe." When Clary and Jace continued to stare at her, she gestured to the tub. "There's no time for you to bathe separately, just get in quickly."

"After you, my dear," said Jace, smiling crookedly.

Clary and Jace both worked themselves out of their tattered clothing. They sank into the deep tub and felt the hot water stroking their muscles, relaxing them. Since they had been sleeping the circle of runes for about four days, and before that, they had been tromping through the woods as Jonathan and his demons chased them, both Clary and Jace were filthy. Aline began scooping up the spilled flower petals and dropping them into the tub; their scent filled the room and turned the water watered down shades of pink and yellow. Still, the water began to turn grey and brown.

Aline hurried about them, picking up the towels and then spills. She would peek up at Clary and Jace every now and then, making sure Jace never got too close to Clary or tried to touch her. Though she knew they were married, though she knew they were in love, there was a place and time for that, and it wasn't in the bath. Once the room had been somewhat restored, she left to find clothing for her charges, and by the time she returned, Clary and Jace were seat on the edge of tub, their feet in the water, their bodies wrapped in towels.

"Here, miss, I've got you a dress," Aline said, bowing oddly to Clary.

Though Clary had been scared that Jonathan would have provided her with a dress that would be rather inappropriate, it turned out to be a gown in dusky rose and black. Aline helped Clary into the many skirts and laced up the back. Clary rasped a little as the strings tightened, but she was grateful for the many extra layer between her and Jonathan. Jace soon joined them, dressed in a nice, cotton shirt with gilt designs in the cuff and neck, and a pair of comfortable pants. He smiled faintly as he saw Clary seated before Aline, having her hair tied up.

"You look rather comfortable, dear," Jace said sardonically.

"I could have said the same to you," Clary returned smartly. "Aline, what have you heard?"

Aline's hand slipped, dropping the pin she was working with. "I-I think I know who she is."

Clary spun in her seat. "How? Who?"

Even Jace had moved to her side, stopping her hand from moving back to Clary's hair. "Who is she?"

"I can't," said Aline, shaking her head. "If I name her, she'll know, she always knows-"

"We'll protect you," Clary said, standing up. "You remember how I promised that we would protect you? Don't fear her, Aline."

"You don't understand, miss," Aline said, her voice dropping so low it was barely audible. "She sees me, she knows me, and she will know what I say; the Great Goddess reaches out for her servants, especially the women."

"Why does she want women?" Jace pressed.

"She doesn't want the women," Aline explained. "She wants the babies, and she orders us to bear her children. She'll tell me to soon, I know she will."

"You don't have to," Clary said firmly. "Just tell us her name, Aline, and we can stop her."

"No, not here, not in the dark," Aline whine, her eyes glancing quickly to the window that was bathed in the cold, grey light that seemed to hang over the kingdom. "It must be in the light."

"There is no light," said Jace gently. "We can't take you outside the castle, Aline."

"Light," Aline murmured, "the light, the light. It glows in the dark, like a thousand little candles all around, because she can't take that light. Not yet."

Jace frowned, biting his lip. "What light?"

"She is the Queen of Darkness, but even in the darkness, there is light, there must be light." Aline was rambling now, trembling terribly as well. "In the light I'm safe, but only in the light-"

"Stars?" Jace asked, taking Aline in a firm grip. "You mean in the stars? You can only speak in the light of stars?"

"Only then," Aline nodded, "only with light, or she'll see me, she'll see and she'll know."

"It's okay, Aline," Clary said softly, taking her chin and making her look into her eyes. "We'll wait till then and then talk. We won't make you speak yet. I promise."

Aline shook her head, looking a slight bit deranged, but forcing a small smile onto her lips. "Y-yes, then."

Aline ran a hand through her hair and kissed her cheek. "You'll be alright, Aline, I swear you'll be alright."

It took a little while for Aline to come back to herself, and she had to sit between Jace and Clary, while they spoke of nice things. When she remembered where she was and what she was supposed to be doing, Aline jumped to attention and finished Clary's hair before giving Jace a once over. She might have had something else to say, but the sound of Jonathan's voice filling the room brought her up short.

"Sister! Jace! Come out and greet me."

"Jonathan?" Clary wondered aloud. "Or the demon?"

"There will be only one way to know," Jace said, and took Clary's hand and led her through to the queen's chamber and then out in the king's rooms.

Jace placed himself before Clary as they entered the room, and he had the stele in his left hand at the ready. Clary looked over his shoulder, peeking at her brother, who was seated in a chair opposite them. Jonathan smiled when he saw them, and he raised a glass of wine to them, bowing his head ever so slightly. Jace felt like a small animal in the eyes of a predator, but he kept his face even and Clary behind him.

"Look at you two, why you could be a lord and lady," he chuckled amicably, and waved to the seats opposite him. "Please, join me."

Jace continued to stare at the other man, and finally, he lifted the stele up to Jonathan. "I'm not giving this up."

"I would expect no less," Jonathan said, and then spotted his sister. "Clary, please, join me, I've missed your gentle ways and kind personality."

Very funny, thought Clary, reflecting on their last meeting.

"Forgive me if I'm more than a little skeptical," Clary answered, and Jonathan's smile slipped a little.

"That was unfortunate," was all he said, and again, gestured to the seats before him. "Sit."

Jace led Clary to the chairs and helped her sit before taking the seat closest to Jonathan. "It's nice to know you recovered yourself, Jonathan," Jace said evenly, testing to see how Jonathan would take the barb.

He smiled, all teeth. "Sometimes, I let my temper get the better of me, which I, of course, regret. I do hope you two will over look such a childish display."

"So long as you overlook ours," said Jace, nodding to the room behind him.

"I meant to ask about that," said Jonathan, leaning closer and looking quite interested. "Those runes were rather impressive, Clary. However did you manage them?"

"My gift," said Clary, meeting her brother's eyes. "The Angel's gift to me."

Jonathan sniffed, clearly thinking very little of such a thing. "Well, I was quite surprised when I came across them, etched on my floor. You are quite a talented little thing, aren't you?"

"I am a Morgenstern by blood," Clary returned, and Jace shot her a warm look.

"I noticed," Jonathan smirked and then glanced behind her as the sound of the door opening signaled the return of Aline. She was carrying a tray piled high with food. "Ah, and here comes our meal and the little mouse."

Aline looked terrified, but her eyes found Clary's and she kept her gaze fixed on her as she served the food. Jonathan watched her with hungry eyes, and Clary wondered what that horrible demon was thinking as it watched Aline; somewhere inside Jonathan was the demoness, the very demoness that was ordering Aline to bear her children.

The plates before Clary and Jace were large, with servings of chicken, potatoes, vegetables, bread and butter, and a small bowl of salad. Jace and Clary, who hadn't eaten in four days, felt their stomachs turn. Jonathan smirked at the sight of his prisoners, looking so starved and desperate, and he took his time, cutting his meat before taking the first bite. As soon as he had, Clary and Jace fell on the food.

"If you had been so hungry before, you should have just told me," Jonathan observed, chewing his food thoughtfully. "I would have been more than happy to bring you some bread. It must have been quite cramped and boring in those runes."

Clary's mouth was full so Jace spoke. "A bit tight, but I think Clary and I are used to it."

Jonathan raised one eyebrow at the taunt. "Yes, I suppose you two are." When he saw Jace smiling down at his food, Jonathan placed his fork down with a loud clang. "Tell me, Clary, how has Aline been serving you?"

Clary knew he was trying to taunt her again. "She's been very good to me."

"I heard she has joined our religion," he said conversationally.

"Yes," Clary said, "I thought she might benefit from the presence of other people. Jace and I are so rarely about that she was getting lonely."

"I do keep you busy."

"Yes, well, she seems much better for it, though," and here, Clary couldn't stop herself when she thought of the sad, little girl Aline had become at Jonathan's hand, "I can't say I quite agree with the disgusting, monstrous following that believes murdering children for some worthless, cowardly demon-bitch is a good thing."

"Clary," Jace coughed up his food, but he saw how hard her eyes looked.

"I am sure Jonathan agrees with me," Clary said. "After all, he's a soldier, a brave man, he must agree that a person who hides behind pregnant women is a coward." Clary turned her eyes on Jonathan in challenge.

He sat back in his seat and Clary saw his eyes darken and she thought he was going to strike her, but then, to Clary's surprise, the darkness faded and his eyes seemed to change color, not quite brown, black, or blue, but some muddy mixture. "Well, I can't say I agree with it, but faith is faith."

"There are better things to have faith in," said Clary, remembering Jace's words. "Much better things."

"Let me know when you figure them out," Jonathan said simply, and his eyes looked plaintive.

"I never thought you two could come to agreement," Jace said, the relief clear in his voice that Jonathan hadn't turned on them. "This calls for a celebration."

Jonathan shot Jace a dour look, and he knew that while Jonathan had forgiven Clary, he might not be guilt free yet. "I didn't know you were so fond of my celebrations. You must remember the last one we all had together; my lords and ladies particularly liked you."

Clary opened her mouth, but Jace just raised an eyebrow. "Well, I always was quite popular with the court, you made sure of that back when your father still sat on throne."

"Yes, I did, didn't I?" Jonathan smiled, thinking back fondly on the memory. "Well, happy memories aside, I have called you two here for another reason."

"And what is that?" Clary asked curiously.

"I am preparing to attack that blighted city you Angel children make your home." As Jonathan expected, both Clary and Jace blanched at the mention of Alicante. "Not immediately, of course, but soon."

"How soon?" Clary asked in as even a voice as she could manage.

Jonathan smiled knowingly at her. "I think that in a month's time, I will have an army the proper size. There is still so much work to do, though, and that requires quite a lot of work on my part."

A month before his army is ready to march? Only one month? thought Clary. Something of her worry must have shone on her face because Jace caught her eye and a moment later, she felt a rush of warmth, accompanied by a strange tingling in the back of her mind, like a whispered thought. Jace? she wondered, and his eyes got wider.

"It's not polite to keep secrets," Jonathan observed, looking between them closely.

"We didn't say anything," Jace said at once.

"That's not what I meant." His eyes dropped to their arms, the runes that bound them, and he frowned. "That rune my sister worked must have some other unlooked for powers."

"We don't know what you mean," Clary said firmly, though she thought Jonathan had guessed quite right. "So, a month you say? Is this supposed to impress us?"

Jonathan laughed so loudly the room echoed with it. "Impress you? No, no I think it will take much more for me to impress you, Clary. Perhaps, after I have razed the Glass City to the ground and slaughtered the pathetic shadowhunters, you will be impressed, but not now."

The image didn't sit well with Jace, who said, "Then why tell us?"

"A few reasons, brother," Jonathan began casually. "First, because I enjoy seeing that look on your face every time you think I can sink no lower. Second, because I am a merciful man and I have come to make you two an offer."

"There is very little you could offer us," Clary said stiltedly.

Jonathan lifted one finger. "Not so fast, little sister. For the moment, I will not tell you what I want, but I will ask you think on this: everyone you love, your friends and family, dead. I will have them found and brought before us, and you will watch them die. And it will be an awful, messy affair, I can promise you that."

Jace, thinking of the Lightwoods, felt his grip on the knife tighten. "You would live to regret that."

"Of course I would. What I am saying is just that you must remember that you have people who will depend on you, people who need to be protected. If you agree to join me in my war, I will spare those who you ask; your Lightwoods, your werewolf, even that doctor, I will spare them all for you. But you must join me."

Clary's mouth had gone dry. Would he spare the woman who abandoned us? Would he spare his mother who is the cause of his disease? "You don't really expect us to agree to this-"

"Not now, no," Jonathan said. "But, after you see my army, after you see the power I have at my hands, perhaps you will think differently. As I said, there is still a month to go."

"I have seen that power," said Clary coldly, "and I do not think much of it."

Again, Jonathan looked ready to slap her, but he managed to control himself, and he smirked. "We'll see soon, won't we?"

"We will," said Jace, silencing Clary. "Is that what you have come to tell us?"

"Another reason, actually," Jonathan said politely. "I said there was a lot of work to do on my part, however, I will require some assistance on your behalf as well."

"I'm not helping you fight a war," said Clary, crossing her arms.

"Oh, yes you are, both of you," he added, spotting Jace's flush. "I won't have my family refusing me. We will be seen as one family, united by one goal."

"And if we were to refuse?" Jace challenged.

"Well, it's interesting, isn't it? I have been deep in council with my demons, and they tell me that if I were to invert the purpose of the Mortal Cup, and force you to drink from it, you will be bound to my will." He smiled in his victory. "How is that for refusing?"

"Force us?" Jace asked.

"You think you are a slave to me now?" Jonathan asked. "You have no idea what it is to serve the Dark. But you will. However, if you agree to join me, I won't have to strip you of your sanity." Jace glanced at Clary, and she smiled faintly; Jonathan saw her look and he narrowed his eyes. "What are you smirking about, sister?"

She licked her lips. You think you've won, demoness, but this is my round. She lifted her eyes up to Jonathan's. "Did you really think, Jonathan, that Jace and I had returned to this castle to stop you? Of all the foolish things we could have done, do you really think we were stupid enough to do that?" When Jonathan didn't answer, just leaned back in his seat, she laughed. "Isabelle and Alec Lightwoods were with us, but they escaped. They escaped with the Mortal Cup."

Her statement had a strange effect on Jonathan, and Jace, sensing an electricity in the air, moved to the edge of his seat. Jonathan's teeth ground together and a muscle worked so furiously in his jaw that a bone popped. "What?" he asked in a throaty whisper.

"You can check for yourself, it's gone," Clary repeated.

"Is it?" asked Jonathan, and Jace noticed how his eyes were getting narrower and narrower as his teeth worked and his cheek bones pushed forward. Suddenly, like a whip, his hand shot out and he struck Clary so hard across the face she landed on the floor, smacked her head against it, and lay quite still.

Jace jumped to his feet, but Jonathan had moved faster, and shoved him back into his seat, which then slid across the room, smashing into the wall. By the time Jace had recovered himself, Jonathan was gone, snarls and cries echoing out of his room as he discovered that the Cup really was gone. Jace lurched to his feet and scrambled over to Clary, who was still lying unconscious on the floor, a small dribble of blood escaping her mouth. He shook her gently.

"Clary, Clary wake up," he whispered, but she didn't stir. "Clary, come on, open your eyes." When her eyes remained firmly shut, Jace named the stele and drew a small mark on the inside of her wrist. After a moment, her eyes fluttered.

"Jace?" She reached out a hand and ran her fingers down his cheek. "What happened?"

"Jonathan's having a tantrum and you and I celebrating on a field of victory while he storms about," Jace answered, smiling a little.

"That's what I thought," she said with the same smile and tried to sit up, but Jace held her down.

"Best not move yet," he warned. "You might have a concussion; that blow Jonathan gave you was pretty hard."

"It's nothing," she sighed, slapping his hand aside and sitting up. She saw stars for a moment, but then gave herself a shake and came to. "Should we go?"

"No," Jace said after a moment. "He'll just come after us and be all the more angry we tried to leave. Better to wait it out."

Their waiting didn't last long. Jonathan came stomping out of his room, grumbling, and when he saw them, his look darkened. "So, you think you've won, do you?"

"Jonathan-" Clary began.

"It's no matter," he said. "I'll still win. I don't need the Cup to summon my armies. You see, you wait," he warned, and he prowled up to them, smiling horribly. "I'll what's mine in the end. Then you'll know. When you have nowhere to run to and no one to help you, you'll know." Jonathan turned before either of them could answer, heading for the door. He called over his shoulder, "You might as well get comfortable, you're not leaving this room."

"Well, that went well, didn't it?" Jace asked cheerily as soon as the door closed. "Barely a snag in the whole thing. Now we just wait."

"We still don't know who the demoness is," Clary pointed out darkly.

"Aline does," Jace said, glancing about. "She was here not long ago. Come on, let's find her."

They stood and brushed themselves off before creeping back into the ruins of the queen's rooms. It looked as though someone had been trying to straighten them out, which was funny in a sad sort of way. However, Aline was nowhere in sight. Clary had just entered the bedroom when the sound of shifting fabric and debris signaled her to another person in the room.

"Is he gone?" piped up a small voice. "Is the king gone?"

"Yes, Aline," said Clary kindly and Jace quickly joined them. Clary went and helped Aline out of her wardrobe, smiling down on her. "You were wonderfully brave, you know."

"Thank you," said Aline demurely, and Jace winked.

Clary led Aline to the decimated bed and sat her on it before perching at her side. "Aline," she said in a serious voice. "Before Jonathan came you said you knew who the Great Goddess was. Can you tell us?"

Aline jumped like Clary had brandished a whip at her, and then hurried off the bed, toward the window. "No, no, no, not yet, not till the stars come out. It's not safe."

Clary and Jace looked quickly to each other. "But, Aline," said Jace reasonably, "she can't hurt you if we're here."

"She'll know," Aline warned, tugging her hair. "She'll know I told and she'll punish me. She'll make me hurt, she'll make me be all dead inside."

"No, Aline-"

"She will!" Aline shrieked, and dropped to the floor in a small, hunched ball. "I can't, I won't; not till the stars rise."

Though Clary wanted to push her, Aline wouldn't budge, and Jace didn't think forcing her to speak would help. Resigned to their wait, Clary and Jace sat down on either side of Aline and spoke softly to her, telling stories she liked to hear, and asking her kind questions about her life. As the day passed, Aline calmed down and stopped pulling her hair. At last, she glanced up and the window and saw small white dots poking through the dark.

"Starlight," she whispered, "starlight in the sky."

Clary's heart leapt. "Yes, Aline, and can you tell us now?"

Aline bit her lip. "Only once."

"That's all we need," Jace promised.

"She's the Great Goddess, the Great Mother," Aline croaked, looking mad. "The mother of all demons, the mother of dead babies. She who was punished for her affront to the Angel."

Oh, no, Jace thought, the words echoing out of the past, out of his lessons as a boy, learning the lore of the shadowhunters. No, not her, that's not possible.

"Lady of Edom." Aline rasped, and she glanced skyward once more before ducking her head and whispering, "Lady Lilith."