Chapter 6 NOTE: Sorry that I switch POV often, it's easier that way I guess? P.S I realized that I said Robert was the Consul, but he is in fact the inquisitor. I've fixed the mistake, Jia Penhallow is the Consul. :)
Clary's POV
"Let me out! Let me out! I swear on the angel, let me out!" I pounded against the outline of a door. I had finally regained control of myself, that or the demon didn't want anything to do with me now, and now my hands were bloody and bruised from beating on the door again. "Let me go you sick bastard!"
Yelling fowl names at me will not increase the chance of your release.
Fury built up inside me and I slammed down on the door again and let an angry growl escape me.
How did you escape the bond between you and your demon?
"I don't know." Anger was spilling from me in waves. "But I'll do it again, because you can't control me*!"
The difference between you and your brother is quite comical. He is calm, and sensible. You seemed to be controlled by your emotions completely.
"Sabastian Morgenstern was evil." A pang hit me in the stomach.
But Johnathan Morgenstern was not?
"No," I respond. "He was my brother."
Like I said, ruled by passion. But fortunately for us, emotions make the demon bonds easier to attach.
"Why are you doing this? I mean, I know demons hate shadowhunters and all, but why go to this level? Why now?"
Like I said, there was an incident a long time ago, one that involved your family as well as the Lightwoods, Herondales, and Carstairs. A Herondale killed my fellow demon Marbus. I am here for revenge. And your relationship with this new Herondale fits so perfectly it too could be comical. At first I wanted to kill him. At first it was all about him, but now it has become something bigger. A new revolution.
I thought of Jace. Of his face when I attacked him, almost hurting him as badly as I did Isabelle and Alec, and my parents. I thought of when he caught me in Idris and how I had forced the demon to stop talking, to let go of him. Because I couldn't think of anything worse that hurting yet another person I loved.
'And it hasn't even been a day yet.' I thought.
No. Your work is far from over.
Simon's POV
The council meeting was large. Larger than the one held for my Ascendation ceremony. Robert stood in robes in the center of the stage of the Accords Hall. Shadowhunters stood from wall to wall, making the place so full of hot air, it was hard to breathe. Everyone who witnessed the incident with Clary stood on stage with him, along with the Consul and the representatives of the downworlders alliance. Luke was removed, though, and Bat was put in his place.
"So, we have called you all together because there has been another incident concerning the attacks on the mundane world. This attack however, was made in Idris, and we have the witnesses up on stage with us." Jia points to us, and I see Isabelle twitch for a second. I have never seen Isabelle try and suppress her fire that burned inside of her, but she did it well. She was angry. We all were. She was wondering why we were having a meeting, and not tracking Clary down. I was wondering the same thing too, but I was also curious as to what they had to say. Jia continues. "Because the inquisitor is filed as a witness, he will not be handling the mortal sword." She clasps her hands together and faces the crowd. Questions start coming.
"Who was the attacker?" The question was the loudest.
"From what they have told me, the attacker was the body of Clarissa Fairchild." Everyone blanches at her name. How can it be this morning that I saw her at her house? It felt like eons.
"The body of Clarissa? What do you mean by that?" A women with a sharp face stands, asking questions most people agree with.
"The will of her was not entirely her own. It seems to be that she was possessed."
"A demon can't possess a shadowhunter. We have angel blood, it can't be possible."
"Well, as we continually find out, there is always exceptions to the rules. Now, if we can start with the questioning, I'm sure it will answer most of your questions." She seemed eager to not answer questions anymore.
She goes over to the table where the Mortal Sword is held and gently picks it up with her fingertips. She walks to Robert Lightwood first, and he takes the hilt in his hands expertly, having seen so many people do it himself.
"Robert Lightwood, what is your relationship with Clarissa Fairchild?"
"She is my son's fiancé and a family friend."
"Did you know about her disappearance before the attacks on the human world?"
"No. I was informed that she disappeared this morning." I swear he throws a glance at Isabelle, but she doesn't see it. She is staring at her feet.
"So you can justify that she has been missing for about five hours now?"
"Yes."
"And when was the last time you saw her before the incident?"
"It was when Jace and herself talked with me about living arrangements. They were going to move into a house here in Idris." Jace flinches.
"And can you describe what happened in your house minutes ago?"
"Yes. She came through the door, and proceeded to make her way to me to give a message."
"And what was that message?"
"She, or the demon really, said that 'they were growing'. And continued to scratch the sigil into my wrist."
"And then what happened?" pressed Jai.
"She ran out the door and out of Idris. Jace attempted to chase her down, but he couldn't catch her."
"What did you do after the accident?"
"We drew iratzes and reported it to the clave."
"Thank you, Robert Lightwood." He releases the sword.
She questions all of us. Our stories were the same, obviously, until she gets to Jace.
"Jace Herondale, please take the sword." He does. I can see the tenseness of his shoulders as he feels the shock of the sword travel his into body, wrapping around muscles and holding tight like the truth was a physical thing it could pull from you. "Can you tell me what you relationship was with Clary?"
"She was- is- my fiancé."
"And it's true that you of the people there, with the exception of Simon, was unharmed?"
"Yes."
"And can you please tell me why?"
"I have a theory that she is still living and that unlike the Endarkened soldiers she still has a chance to be saved."
"And what did she do exactly that made you think that? How do you know that she gave you special attention by not hurting you?"
"She was about to hurt me, but something flashed across her face- a human expression- but she threw me aside, without malice."
"And it's true that you chased her afterwards?"
"Yes."
"And what happened?"
"I attempted to get her under control, and as she spoke to me, she choked. She let go of me, and then vanished before I saw what had happened."
"Thank you, Jace Herondale." He released the Mortal Sword, and stepped aside. The questions were so formal that it was odd to see him answer without a sarcastic sneer to his tone of voice.
"Any more questions?"
A lot of people stood up, but one person, same as before, stood out more.
"How are we to stop this from continuing?"
"The approach we made with Sabastian and his warriors seemed to be effective. We will go in hunting parties, warn the institutes outside of Idris, and have them move into here until further notice. At least, I think that's what we shall do." Jia threw her hands up for question.
"Why don't we track Clarissa?"
"We've already tried, it doesn't work." Magnus chimed in. Apparently the visit to Catarina failed.
"Did she leave any clue? Anything at all to where she was going?"
"No." Jace shook his head. "She didn't." I could tell that with each passing minute he was growing antsy with anticipation. He wanted to be actively looking, not answering questions that led nowhere.
"My idea is that we send search parties as soon as possible." Jia announced, and Jace looked up at her, more curious now. "We will warn the other institutes, but meanwhile we will group up. I think it's fair that each group contain one member of Clarissa's family as well as adopted family. Discuss this."
The room instantly was a flutter of chatter and waving hands. Jia turned to us and walked closer.
"Is that okay? That you guys split up and join search parties? You guys above all would know signs of her appearance, and she's more likely to come to you like she did earlier. If there was any way we could search and wait for her to come-"
"We can't just wait for her to attack again." Jace cut in, using the word 'attack' lightly. "We need to find her. Find her, find the heart of the problem. Was there any other captured nephlim in the attacks on mundane shops?"
"No, almost, but no. They didn't seem to be ravenous for people, but rather looking for someone."
"Makes sense, you know. Clary was the main reason why the wars had stopped, it's seems fitting that they would take our biggest heroin from us, leaving us crippled in some way." I say, letting my thoughts become words. "How long is it before they come for Jace? Isabelle? Alec? Myself? I'm trying to be immodest, but I think I make a good point." I shrug, to try and lesson my answer so that if it was stupid- which it sounded kind of stupid now that I said it- they wouldn't much thought.
"Simon does. I mean, you said it yourself." Isabelle points out to Jia. "They were looking for someone before. Maybe they were looking for one of our faces, and Clary happened to be the first one they found?"
"Which is why I want you guys in search parties." Jia said. "And now that you mention it, it would be nice if you were with people at all times. If the clave agrees, will you agree?"
We all nod.
And they do. They do agree.
"You all are dismissed," Jia announces. "Tomorrow we will form search teams, be here at twelve and you will be distributed then. Thank you." The clave members begin to clear out, mobs of people making their way slowly to the exit.
"What now?" Isabelle asks. We all look at each other.
"We can start by searching in the direction she left from," Jace said.
"Like foot prints or something? Don't you think she would have used a portal?"
"Good point," Luke says, an arm around a very tired Jocelyn.
"We should look anyways," Jace said. He also looked very tired, and very annoyed. He starts towards the exit, and then we all follow. Alec first, then Isabelle and I. Luke and Jocelyn hung behind, not that they weren't up for looking, but I saw that tears form in Jocelyn's eyes. I overhear their conversation, not that they cared really. It was on all of our minds.
"It's only been half a day and feel like we've lost her. Like we've been missing her for a long time," Jocelyn sputters in between uneven breathes.
"We'll find her, okay? Or she'll find us and we'll be ready then."
"She looked so much like her brother." A shock ran through me, mainly because Jocelyn was right. She did resemble Sabastian in the way she stood, her smile, the hard glint in her eyes where it should have been a soft green as harmless as falling leaves. The way she walked, constantly confident, rather than spurts of confidence and embarrassment. Sabastian would have been proud of his little sister, and I however, was not sure who I felt about this. It had to turn out good, right? It always did. Clary would be back here by tomorrow, when we sent search parties around. She would be back and her and Jace would move into their home and possibly tutor the students at the training center in Alicante. That's what was going to happen. It had to.
Short Chapter... Like 1000 words short. lol sooorry