And here's Part 2. I don't really want to call them chapters, since this is gonna be a relatively short project; sorry folks.

There's still more to come, though! Remember to R&R!

Shit, that hurt.

Sebastian let out a pained, barking laugh, knocking Clary to the ground with a powerful swing of his arm. The tiny redhead landed with a muffled thud. She groaned, cradling her bruised cheekbone.

"Don't test me, Clarissa," Sebastian said softly, as he wiped the blood from his split lip. "You know I'm not a patient man."

"The only thing I know," Clary hissed, breathless, "is that one, you're a fucking psycho—"

"Language, little sister—"

"—and two, nobody wins with a head butt." She rubbed the sore spot on her head. "Goddamn, that hurts like a bitch."

"Language!" Sebastian snapped, again. "I'll not have my sister cursing like a common sailor."

Clary smiled sweetly. "Right. Sorry, big brother." She flipped him off.

Sebastian sniffed disdainfully. "I see I'll have to teach you some manners," he said observantly. "No matter. I think I'll enjoy this." Sebastian flashed a wicked grin and shrugged off his jacket.

Clary raised her fists and leapt into a fighting stance. "Come at me, mofo. I can go all day!"

"Good to know," Sebastian flexed his lean, rune-adorned muscles. "I do love a woman with stamina."

"Keep being creepy and I'll punch your shriveled little balls in."

Sebastian gaped, bearing a striking resemblance to a sea bass. "Shriveled? How dare you!"

"Yeah," Clary smirked. "Like two wrinkly little raisins. With a limp French fry in the middle."

Sebastian snarled, livid. "You will eat your words, little sister. I'll make sure of it." He bared his teeth in a vile smirk. "Right after you drink from the Cup."

Clary's eyes widened. "Oh hell no."

She took off running. Sebastian let out a long sigh. The chase was fun at first. Now it's just getting tedious. He sprinted after her.

His palace in Edom was a maze, composed of various winding hallways and dark corridors-perfect for a tiny thing like Clary to lurk about and hide in. Sebastian paused and listened for the sound of her light footsteps. His ears caught the sound of Clary flitting about somewhere to the west. He followed the soft pitter-patter of her small feet, making sure to tread quietly. A Soundless rune would be good right about now, he thought exasperatedly.

"Clarissa?"

The sound of her footsteps came to an abrupt halt. Sebastian smirked. "Clarissa," he called again. "Where are you? Come out and play, little sis. I'm getting bored."

"Screw you."

Sebastian laughed, "Believe me, I've dreamt of nothing more since the day I met you." He looked up to find Clarissa clinging to the chandelier above his head. She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Piss off, you incestous freak."

"Come down from there, Clarissa." Sebastian's voice turned stern. "You're going to fall."

"Yeah, but not before I die of boredom from listening to you talk. Are you really incapable of shutting up for more than five seconds?"

Sebastian squinted at her. "How the hell did you even get up there?"

"A magician never reveals her secrets."

"Clarissa."

"Sebastard."

He grit his teeth. "Very mature, Clarissa."

"Thank you, Shitbastian."

"Come down."

"Hell no."

Sebastian's lip twitched. "Fine," he growled. "I suppose that if you don't want to come down, I'll just have to come up." He approached one of the pillars supporting the ceiling and started to climb.

"What? No!" Clary removed one of her sneakers and chucked it at his head. "Get away, freak!"

The shoe hit Sebastian square in the forehead; he cursed loudly. "Clarissa!"

"You can't come up here," Clary snapped, sliding off her other shoe. "Your fat ass is gonna make us both fall!"

"Then come down, or I swear I will-"

"You'll what, lard-ass? Sit on me until I beg for mercy?"

Sebastian opened his mouth to respond, but the sharp cry of an infant cut him off. Lilith? Sebastian looked down to find Amatis standing by the pillar, cradling a wailing Lilith in her arms. "My Lord?"

Shooting a smug Clarissa a deadly glare, Sebastian pushed off the pillar and landed on his feet next to Amatis. "What is it, Amatis?"

"The princess will not stop crying. We don't know why."

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the babe. "And just what would I know about raising a child? One of my parents abandoned me. The other whipped me until my back was raw, regularly. Have you tried feeding it?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Changing her diaper?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Putting her to sleep?"

"She just woke up, my Lord."

Lilith let out another earsplitting cry; Sebastian winced.

"Would you like to try holding her, my Lord?"

"And what good would that do?"

"You're her father. Perhaps she craves your affection."

Craves my affection? Sebastian felt his ears go pink. "F-fine. Hand her over."

Amatis placed the whimpering child in his outstretched arms, and almost instantly, Lilith quieted. She broke into a toothless pink grin and giggled, waving her chubby little arms. Sebastian all but melted. Now I see why people are so fond of these little horrors, he thought. Ugly and annoying as they are, they're preprogrammed to love you. He smiled a bit. I could get used to this.

"What the hell is that?"

Sebastian looked up and hissed, "Clarissa, do not use such language in the presence of a princess!"

"Princess?" Clary demanded. "Jonathan, what the hell did you do?"

He flinched at the use of his real name, but then quickly recovered his cool mask. He smirked. "I had unprotected sex, apparently."

Clary's eyes widened. "You…"

"That's right. Clarissa, say hello to your niece, Lilith Adele Morgenstern."