This doesn't follow the book. Basically, Valentine found Jocelyn sometime soon after she left Luke in London and she lived in his captivity until she gave birth to Clary. She managed to run away but couldn't take Clary or Jonathan with her. This is in City of Glass when Valentine took over, everyone's gathering to meet him.

Luke didn't know why he wasn't dead yet, but here he was, walking to the Accords Hall looking around at all the familiar faces. People who were loyal to Valentine, people like him who certainly weren't, surrounded him as they all walked in a crowd. They were all his generation. He spotted the odd Downworlder in the crowd as well, who hadn't managed to get out of Alicante before Valentine took over. Everyone he could see had once belonged in the Circle.

As he entered the Hall he could hear gasps and screams coming from the people at the front. Luke strained his neck trying to see over the heads of people in front of him as he looked for the threat, but he realised that they were reacting to the two people on the raised stage at the head of the room. His body froze in shock and he stood stock still until somebody shoved him in the back muttering at him.

There on the stage stood side by side were Valentine and Jocelyn. Not as they should be, but as they were. Jocelyn looked about sixteen and Jonathan eighteen. They watched the crowd closely as everyone entered the Hall and split as people took seats. They stood, not moving, not touching and not speaking.

Once Luke sat down and concentrated on them he started to see the small differences in their appearance. It wasn't Valentine and Jocelyn after all, her jaw was squarer and the shapes of her eyes were slightly different. And he had a less prominent forehead and his hair was styled differently.

It couldn't be, Luke thought. But it had to be. Luke had long believed his best friend's children were dead. He knew that at least one of them was, after all it had been him who held Jocelyn in his arms as she collapsed and watched the bones of her child turn to ash. And after years of searching every city in the world he believed her daughter hadn't survived either.

And yet here they were.

Jonathan was exactly like his father. But the girl wasn't at all like her mother; her gaze was cold and malicious, full of hatred and anger. It was obvious to Luke that Valentine had raised the pair of them. So what had happened to Jocelyn?

Valentine walked out onto the stage then, and his children moved with his appearance despite the fact they had their backs turn to the doorway he came from. He stood where his children had, Jonathan walked through the door that his father had just emerged from, and the girl sat on the throne, relaxing and kicking her feet up onto one of the arm rests like she owned the place, playing with a stele in her dainty hands.

Valentine spoke, spreading his arms wide, "Friends," His voice echoed around the room, "Foes," His voice didn't change tone or volume and his expression remained stony, "they don't matter anymore. With my leadership I have eliminated the division in the Clave, and now friends and enemies don't matter. Shadowhunter will fight next to shadowhunter. We have a mission, ladies and gentleman, a mission that unites us all. A mission the old Clave forgot and allowed us to turn against each other as consequence. I have one test for you, my people. If you pass this, you are worthy of my leader ship and so worthy to carry out the mission given to us by the angels."

The crowd began to mutter and worry. No one had known about a test. No one had even thought Valentine would crop the herd even more than he already had once he got his way. Luke sat back and laced his hands behind his head, looking around the room. No one was questioning Valentine either, how did they know there wasn't a division anymore? And everyone seemed to have forgotten that it was Valentine that had caused the division in the first place.

"The test is simple." Valentine told them, "You will, one by one, come up here and get marked by my daughter. If you can withstand the rune, you will be able to do and say what you wish." He closed his hands and nodded slightly to the crowd. "If you pass this test you will join the mission." And with that he turned and walked out of the door he came through, leaving the crowd in a stunned silence.

"So," the girl clapped her hands and sat up straight, "Who's first?" She looked expectantly at the crowd.

No one spoke or moved. Eventually Malachi stood up and walked up the steps and moved in front of her. He towered over her, casting her in shadows, and they couldn't have physically been more different. Yet she seemed to be the most dangerous of the pair.

"Take your shirt off hot guy," She commanded, "and kneel in front of me." The way she said that made Luke shiver, the way she savoured the word kneel caused goose bumps to erupt all over his arms.

Malachi did as he was told, the muscles in his back taut and stiff as he lowered himself to his knees in front of her.

The tip of her stele touched over his heart and began to move as if it had a mind of its own. It was a vicious and cruel rune she carved into his skin. She didn't smile with the violation she caused, like her father would have. And she didn't make it worse like her brother would have. She just did the job her father made her do.

Once she was done with Malachi he lay sprawled out of the floor, whimpering in agony with tears tracking their way down his face.

She stood over him but called out to the crowd as she said, "Congratulations. You have passed the test." She looked out over to the crowd, "For some it will be easy, for others it will be so hard you can't stand the pain. This rune tests the loyalty that lies in your heart, your pride and your worthiness. The ones who go easily under my stele will be the ones who are loyal and determined. The ones who aren't..." she drifted off and looked down at the whimpering man at her feet.

"What have you done to me?" Malachi spat at her, barely lifting his head off the floor because he was still too weak to move.

She looked down at him, "I have given you a rune stronger than any the silent brothers took upon themselves. I have given you a rune so powerful you will be battling against it for the rest of your life. Each of your runes will be unique to you. They will affect you in different ways." She tilted her head to the side, "They aren't bad but they aren't good either."

At that a woman half way down the hall sprang to her feet and ran for the doors. When she touched the handle, her body convulsed before collapsing to the floor in a heap. "Oh yes," the girl said, "I forgot. You can't go out the way you came in or you'll die. Malachi, go into the back room, the way my father and Jonathan went."

And that was how it started. Everyone went up one by one; some people's runes only took a second, some half an hour. For some it was pure bliss and others couldn't take it and died. When that happened demons came into the hall and took them away. When that happened, the girl had to move to the other side of the stage because she couldn't stand them.

When it was Luke's turn he sensed it and he just knew he had to go up there. He stood up and walked over to her. She watched him come to her with hungry eyes. Luke shivered at how similar she was to her mother.

"I'm a Downworlder," He told her, not making a move to take his shirt off. "I have been diseased with lycanthropy for over sixteen years now."

She tilted her head to the side, a small smile on her lips, "It doesn't matter-,"

"The rune will kill me," Luke stated bluntly.

She shrugged, "Not necessarily. Some runes you can stand. Let's just hope yours is one of them."

Luke knew there was no choice. Whatever Valentine had done to this girl it wasn't humane and she wasn't human, even shadowhunter anymore. She could kill him right then and there, he could sense it. So with a sigh he pulled his shirt over his head and closed his eyes and fell to his knees before her.

He felt her cold fingertips touch the skin over his heart and Luke whispered, "What's your name."

"Clarissa," She said, and just as the stele burnt his skin she said, "But you can call me Clary."

It was over within seconds, and it just felt any other rune he had received while he was a shadowhunter. He looked down at it; it was twisted, like a rope. He shrugged his shirt back on and walked out. In the back room Malachi was surrounded by several doctors, still being treated. Luke glanced at the few others who had been too badly affected to leave.

When Luke told the nurse he was fine she seemed relieved and hurried over to a woman who had barely survived and was still screaming from the rune glowing over her heart. Luke stared before turning and hurrying out the only other doorway. When he stepped out into the sunlight there were demons waiting at the door. They backed up when they saw him but eagerly moved closer to the door once he had passed, obviously waiting for the screaming woman to die.

Luke sighed and looked around the square. The sun was out and heat hammered down onto the beautiful place, yet it was completely deserted. He started walking, knowing that these days it wasn't good to hang around, especially on your own and with excited demons at your back waiting for a woman to die.

Luke headed off in the direction of Amatis' house. Neither of them knew why Valentine had let Luke live this long, and both of them were taking it day by day, just being happy to survive for now. He was walking with his head down and was deep in thought so he didn't see the golden boy leaning against an alley wall until the boy called out to him.

"Lucian," Luke turned at the use of his name and saw the boy.

Luke frowned, "You should get off the streets, it's not safe," he advised.

The boy smirked and shook his head, observing the werewolf through dark gold eyes, "Have you been marked?" Luke nodded carefully in response. The boy stood up straight, "There are plans to take Valentine down. I was told by a good source that you would be a good ally. What do you think?"

Luke was already shaking his head, "Tell your rebels to give up while Valentine still doesn't know much about them." Luke paused, suddenly wondering what could be keeping Valentine so busy that he couldn't stay for a marking ceremony, which was something he obviously would enjoy watching. So Luke shrugged and said, "Who knows how much he knows already? Do yourself a favour, get out of Valentines warpath."

The boy shrugged, "Your choice," He stuffed his hands in his pockets and began strolling down the shadowed alley.

Luke called after him, "Who's your source?" Curiosity was burning inside of him. He knew he would regret it if he didn't ask.

The boy looked at him over his shoulder, a triumphant grin plastered on his face, "Oh, just some lady. Said her name was Jocelyn Fairchild."

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