Chapter 17:

Welcome back to Injected. This episode will be filled of nonsense. Enjoy your stay here in crazy ville.

Jace's POV

I threw my sheets off me, my eyes wide, sounds of a fight bouncing off the walls loudly through the hallway and into my open door. I grabbed my father's dagger off my nightstand and clutched it tightly in my hand as I made my way towards the screams. It was the middle of the night and the only people here were my mother, father and I… at least that's how it was when we all went sleep.

I glanced over the railing to the ground floor below and saw my mother and father. Dad had a bat in hand, and mom had a hammer. I guess they didn't have enough time to grab seraph blades. They are both facing the same direction, but whoever they are looking at is out of my eye range. Both of them are yelling things at the intruder, but it all goes over my head as I think of my plan of action. What do I do? I try to think hard on what I've learned in my training.

I didn't let myself think for too long, because time is precious during a fight. Slowly, I make my way down the stairs, staying hidden in the shadows. When I get about halfway down I see the person my parents were fighting. He was dressed in all black, with a hood on covering most of his face. There was a small dagger in his hand, with a red jewel on the end of it. He looked up from my parents and made eye contact with me.

What happened next made all the blood in my body drop to my feet, and I struggled not to cry out. As the man looked up at me, my parents turned and their eyes widened. My father yelled orders at me, but before I could register what he was saying, the man charged at them. He grabbed my father first, who was still looking at me, and the hooded man drove the knife into his chest and twisted it viciously.

My mother's hands went up to her face as she screamed. She quickly collected herself and threw the hammer at the man. It connected with his shin and he cursed out. He pulled the dagger out of my father's chest and turned his attention to my mom. She stood strong, powerful, unwavering as the man walked toward her. She was weaponless with nothing around to stop the man from overpowering her. She fought, but he was too strong and ended up overpowering her. One second she was punching him in the gut and the next he was slitting her throat and letting her drop to the floor, her hands clutching her the wound.

Both of my parent's eyes were stuck on me as the life left their bodies, as they left me alone with the lunatic. Unfortunately late, what my father had screamed at me earlier finally registered. "Run, son. Get out of here." He'd said to me, right before he was stabbed.

So I ran back up the stairs, mind racing and heart aching, trying my best to run away from the hooded man. But considering I was only ten years old and had small legs, the man caught up to me fast. He took my legs out from under me and dragged me back to my parent's bodies, throwing me in between them.

He started chanting something in a language I didn't quite understand. It sounded oddly demonic, and I wondered how this man, this human man, could speak such a language. When the chant was done he pulled out a long piece of iron formed into a symbol at the end. He used his stele to draw a fire rune on the symbol, and brought the iron down on my skin.

I screamed out in agony as the flesh on my right upper thigh burned from the symbol. As he moved back, my leg began to throb, and the man just left. He didn't say anything else, just ran out, leaving me alone to sit with death.

I come back to reality, the memory running through my mind on repeat, as I stare at the man who ruined my life. For almost a decade, I thought my parents were both dead. I have no clue how they are alive right now, or if it's just some sick illusion, but I don't care. Either way I want this man to feel the pain I felt. I want him to pay.

I look to my right at Clary, who is smiling back at me. One of her eyes is white and the other black. I wonder if that's what I look like right now…being in this form feels unreal. It's like I'm as light as a feather, but filled with so much power that I'm actually heavy. But I also feel like I'm only halfway in control of myself. As I kicked the door open to this old building, I didn't even realize I'd done it until after we'd walked through the door.

Hopefully Clary is in enough control for the both of us.

Clary's POV

I could tell that Jace was thinking hard about something. His brows were schrunched down the way they always were when he was lost in thought. I glanced away from him and at my father, then Raphael. Raphael cried out, his skin burning from the gaze of my angelic eye, so I quickly looked away. He ran past Jace and I out the door leaving us alone with my very caught off guard father.

I looked back at Jace, who was already looking at me, and walked forward. Our hands were still locked together, we were going to do this as a team.

"Clarissa, Jonothan. I wasn't expecting either of you tonight." He clasped his hands together, trying to seem more put together, I assume. But I can see the sweat forming on his brow, and I heard the slight tremble in his voice. Nothing can really get past my heightened senses. I looked him hard in the eyes and spoke to him in his head.

Valentine Morgenstern. Lay down your weapons and surrender to us now.

He smiled slightly. "I see you've gained control over your gifts, my daughter." He paused to look at Jace. "And you. I wasn't sure if you'd ever turn, but I see my plans worked out just as I'd inteded them to."

Enough of the chit chat. Lay your weapons down now, or we strike.

Jace kept silent through this whole conversation, but I knew he was sending threats to my father through his eyes. Valentine put his hands in the air, like someone would towards a cop holding a gun, and slowly moved them towards his weapons belt. I watched like a hawk, watiting for any quick movement in the wrong direction, but he only took his weapons out and laid them on the floor. Huh, he did what I said. I was expecting more of a fight out of him.

Just as we took one step towards my psychotic father, he grabbed one of his small knives and chuncked it through the air. Time slowed down as the weapon spun towards Jace's heart, slow enough for me to reach out and grab it before there was any harmful contact. I took the dagger and threw it back at my father, landing it in the center of his left thigh.

He let out a loud wail, and stumbled to his left. Jace looked at me and smiled, the heavenly sword present in his left hand. Since he had the heavenly sword I figured it would be a good balance for me to fight with our warlock powers. So I lifted my right hand up, like I'd seen Magnus do before, and felt my power run through my body and into my fingers. I looked over at them and saw blue sparks, like tiny flames, shooting out of my hand and into the air.

Both of us looked back at my father and smiled as we walked forward. His eyes grew wider and wider with every step we came closer. I can only imagine how creepy it is to watch Jace and I in complete unison. "Clarissa, I'm sure we can talk this out. I'll make you're favorite dish and we can come to an agreement."

I laughed, but the sound that escaped my mouth sounded foreign, like the song of an angel. You deserve nothing. I would willingly burn in hell for enternity before considering an agreement with you.

His eyes turned dark as he realized we weren't going to budge. He yanked the knife out of his leg, arming himself, and stood up to face us. At this, Jace took his hand out of mine and raised his sword high into the air. I did the same, not wanting him to be alone, and he spoke for the first time.

You made my life a living hell, now, I will make yours one. And when I'm finished, I will send you to hell myself.

Jace moved the heavenly sword quickly at my father, in a movement filled with power and grace, effectively slashing him across the chest. It wasn't very deep, but I could see the flash of fear in my father's eyes. Valentine raised his hand faster than I'd ever seen him move, and threw his dagger like a dart. It sunk into Jace's shoulder, but Jace didn't budge. This form made us strong enough that being impaled by a dagger like that felt like a pinch to the skin.

Although Jace was okay, the fact that there was a dagger in his shoulder right now made me mad. I looked back at my father and threw shots of blue flames at his face. He raised his hand to block them from hitting any major organs, but he couldn't protect his entire body. Two of my blue flames hit him in the side, causing him to fall to the ground yet again.

I moved over to Jace, wrapping my hand back into his. He looked at me and we nodded at each other. This was going to be the last of my father. We both raised our weapons and looked down at my dad. Suddenly he seemed small, weak.

Goodbye, Father.

Just as Jace and I were about to bring down all of heaven and hell onto my father, the door behind us swung open and the room filled with shouting. Relief passed over my father's face, as Jace and I turned around to find Magnus, Tessa and the Silent Brother.

Magnus was the one speaking. "Clary, Jace. This is not the right way to do this."

"Please, let down your weapons and we can do this the right way," Tessa said.

I looked over at Jace, everything in his face said he wanted to ingore them and finish the job, but I knew there was truth to what Magnus and Tessa were saying. I squeezed his hand three timed and lowered my flaming hand. His shoulders slouched as he lowered his weapon and gave up. I squeezed his hand two more times as we both lowered to the floor and walked to our friends.

Don't let him get away Magnus. I trust that you will lock him up tightly?

Magnus was surprised to here my voice echo inside his head. "I'll make sure of it." Magnus walked over to my father and began shooting blue flames out of his hands, creating some kind of hold on him so that he couldn't leave. "I'm going to portal him back to my place and secure him there."

As Magnus disappeared, Jace's eyes fizzed back to normal and he fell to his knees. My eyes glanced over the knife in his shoulder and I panicked on the inside. I'd forgotten about that.

I let my own eyes fizz back into their normal green and the power left my body. I fell to my knees as well, most of my energy was gone, but I managed to crawl over to Jace's side with what I had left. Tessa and Brother Zacharia were there as well asking me what happened. I gave them as many details as I could before I blacked out and fell completely to the ground.

Jace's POV

I feel a sharp pain in my right shoulder as I shoot up in bed. I'm very disoriented as I look around at the white walled room I'm in. I've been here once before, I'm on a bed in Magnus' infirmary room. I find a bandage wrapped aroung my shoulder, so I rip it off to see what's underneath. I shouldn't need a bandage. We have iratzes for a reason, right? I wince as the last of the bandage comes off and my eyes land on the wound.

Huh, looks like I was stabbed. At that thought, a few images pass through my mind. Valentine on the ground, the heavenly sword in my hand, power flowing through my body, and the dagger that lodged itself into my shoulder. We almost killed him. Clary and I together…both turned into that..into that form.

I swing my legs off the bed and slide onto the floor, my knees buckling a little when I hit the ground. Well, I have absolutely no energy. My arms feel like they're too heavy for me to lift, and it's taking a lot to keep my eyes open right now. That form really did drain me, but I didn't care. I needed to find her. To find Clary. I didn't care that I'd been stabbed, or that my wound still looked fresh. The only thing I could think about was her.

I made my way into the hallway and towards our room. I checked everywhere in the room, but it was completely empty. Maybe she's in the living room? I thought. So I made my way, slowly, down the stairs until I was on the ground floor and in front of an audience of people.

Izzy, Alec, Magnus, Sebastian, Jocelyn, Clary, Raphael, Maryse, Robert and…and my parents. Clary shot up when she saw me and ran over, throwing her small body into mine. I wrapped my arms around her and breathed in her comforting scent. Gosh, I don't know how long I've been passed out, but I feel like it's been a million years since Clary was in my arms. Way too long.

"Are you okay?" I pushed her back, looking for any sign of wounds on her body.

"I'm fine," her eyes widened on my shoulder, "but you need another Iratze." Clary pulled out her stele and drew right underneath my wound. I closed my eyes as my skin burned a little underneath the symbol, but then I started to feel better. Working already? Perfect.

"I see that everyone is back." My parents were both looking at me, frozen in place, like they weren't breathing, so I moved my eyes quickly over them. I didn't do it to be rude, but seeing them makes me picture them dead in my head. It makes me relive the hours and hours of holding them, willing them to wake up. Shaking them until my muscles felt weak. The hours where I was soaked in a mixture of their blood and my own tears. It was then that I realized what love could do to a person. Loving them destroyed me.

Every Lightwood got up from their seats on the couches and ran over to me. Clary moved out of the way just in time to miss the group hug. Maryse and Izzy had gotten to me first, then Alec and Robert. They were all saying things about how they loved me, missed me, were worried, etc. It felt like home being near all of them. When they all finally let go and moved back a step Maryse grabbed both of my hands.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again. Okay Jace?" She pulled me into a hug, just me and her. It made me think back to the first time I'd ever met her, when they took me in. She was the first one that hugged me, who made me feel like the world could go on without my mother and father. "You hear me?"

I pushed her back, looking her straight in the eyes. "I won't." I left Maryse and walked toward my real parents who were still frozen on the couch. "It's been a long time." I clenched my jaw shut as tight as my bones would allow me to. The image of them bleeding out at the front of my mind.

My mother opened her mouth to speak but then closed it again, causing me to wonder if they were all still silent. But then my father spoke up answering that question. "You've grown into a fine young man, Jace."

Everyone in the room was looking at me, and for the first time I felt small. I put my hands in my pockets, so that no one could see them trembling, and looked at my mother and father. They were clearly older than the last time I saw them, and they were breathing which was new. "I held your bodies as you bled out in our home. You died. Both of you died." I paused, looking up in an attempt to stop the tears from falling down my face. This was a conversation I'd never thought I'd be having. "You may have been my parents back when I was a kid, but you're both strangers to me now."

My mother flinched at my words and bit her lip hard, probably trying not to cry like me. "Son, would you mind if the three of us went somewhere to talk?" My father spoke up again.

I hesitated, looking them both in the face, but all I could see staring back at me was blood and sorrow. "Sure." I walked out of the living room and up the stairs fast, assuming they followed behind me.

Clary's POV

Jace's parents got up and followed their son up the stairs. I'm sure my father put them through hell, just by the way they look right now. Jace has been asleep for three days. I guess his body was really worn out from being in that form. I was proud of him though. I know if it had been me turning for the first time, I wouldn't have had half the control that Jace had that night. He did good.

I turn to look at everyone standing in the room. The Lightwoods and Seb had come as soon as we'd sent word of what happened. They left Max with the Penhallows. I don't think they wanted him to freak out with Jace beings stabbed and all. None of us were really sure why, but his stab wound was taking forever to heal, even with the help of Iratzes. I figured my father had put something on it or cursed the metal, something.

The Lightwoods all went back to sitting on the couches, and I noticed my mother. She hasn't looked at me since I woke up three days ago. The only thing I wanted to do when I woke was speak to my mother, but she won't let me near her. When Sebastian got here, she practically jumped into his arms sobbing. I don't know what's so wrong with me, I'm her daughter, but she will only speak to Sebastian.

"Magnus," I gestured for him to come near so that I could speak to him in private. "Look, I know we originally planned on waiting for Jace to wake up so that we could question my father together…but after seeing him with his parents, I just think he needs some time."

"He's a hot mess right now and I don't blame him. I don't know of anyone that would handle his situation well."

"I was thinking…Can you take me to my father while Jace is preoccupied with his parents?" Magnus looked at me, unsure, questioning how serious I was.

"Biscuit, I'm not sure that's a good-"

"Please." I hadn't intended for my voice to come out sounding so desperate, but it did.

Magnus breathed out a long exhale before running his hands through his dark spiky hair. "Come on. We probably don't have much time." He grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs, down the hall to a door I'd never noticed before. "He's in here and he can't leave the room unless he wants to die. So, keep your distance."

Magnus pulled me into the room, and suddenly I was face to face with my father. He was sitting on the floor, staring at us. I looked down at his leg to find that it hadn't healed yet. Neither had the cut on his chest or the wounds on his side and I was glad. He deserved to feel the pain of healing like a normal mundane.

I looked back at Magnus, who gestured for me to get going with my questions. "Father."

"I knew you wouldn't stay away from me for too long, Clarissa." He smiled at me in a way that made me want to run and hide. A smile similar to the one he'd wear during my nighttime beatings.

"I have questions and I need you to answer them." Valentine cocked his head to the side, and I knew he was wondering why I expected him to answer me. "If you don't answer me, I will turn you into the clave and let them deal with you."

He pursed his lips into a thin line, never taking his eyes off mine. "Fine. Ask away."

"What's wrong with my mother? She wouldn't come near me with a ten foot pole. What did you do to her?"

"I just showed her what you truly are. Her whole life she thought you were her human daughter, but little did she know, you were a monster." I clench my jaw at my father's words. She thinks I'm a monster? She couldn't…she wouldn't…

"What did you show her?"

"Clarissa, do you recall ever meeting the Greater Demon, Sammael?"

I looked back at Magnus, who was just as surprised to have heard that as I was. "No, I'm pretty sure I'd remember meeting Sammael. Dad, what are you talking about?"

He smiled at me, and I felt my stomach drop. What hasn't he told me? "Well, my daughter, I wouldn't expect you to remember him. We made sure to wipe your memory clean."

"What?" I could feel my skin go white at my father's words.

"I had him wipe your memory clean, so you wouldn't remember anything unless we wanted you to."

"Well where did I meet Sammael?" I ask.

"In the void. Lillith really enjoyed your company, probably more than Sammael did."

"Why did you take me to the void?" I could feel my face turning into a pale white as the news sunk in.

"Think back to your childhood Clarissa. I made you spend weeks with a vampire, weeks with a faerie, a werewolf and a warlock." My father pauses, allowing me to dive into my memories. He is telling the truth. When I was a kid he wanted me to understand each kind of downworlder and what their cultures were like. In order to teach me effectively, he made me stay with them. It's how I grew so close to Raphael. "You didn't think demons were out of that mix, did you?" He cocked his head and his smile grew wider as I took in the new information like a slap to the face.

He sent me to live with demons? Just so that I could understand them? In what way did he want me to understand demons…I'm supposed to kill them, not understand them. This is low, even for my dad. "How long? How long was I with those…those demons?" I ask, the anger heavier in my voice than I'd intended.

Father just looked at me with a smirk plastered on his face. He went silent, and no matter how much I antagonized him to speak, he wouldn't. Magnus ended up dragging me out of the room, leaving my father alone to rot.

"Clary, cupcake, are you okay?" he asked.

There wasn't a single emotion running through my body right now, but a mix of all of them. Horror, surprise, sorrow, unbelief. I was overwhelmed with the new information, but also confused out of my mind. How could I have spent time with two Greater Demons in the void, and have no recollection of it?

I vaguely heard Magnus call out to me as I ran away from him. Tears began to stream out of my eyes and down my cheeks as I rounded the hallway corner and straight into a body. I looked up to see a familiar face.

"Clary are you alright?" She asked.

Okay, so here was chapter 17. When did Clary spend time with two Greater Demons and why did they wipe the meeting from her memory? Also, what's going to happen in Jace's conversations with his parent's who've been dead for almost half his life? And how are all of the dead parents suddenly alive?

See y'all in chapter 18! Thanks for reading you guys!