Part 4 for you all! To be honest, I'm actually surprised that people are actually liking this story. This was honestly just a stupid idea I came up with while shopping at T.J. Max one day, but I'm glad you guys are entertained by it. Enjoy! R&R!
(PS, we're seeing some of the other characters in the next chapter!)
Sebastian expected Clary to struggle, but he hadn't expected her to actually hit him—and certainly not with a chair.
He didn't know how long he'd been out. When he finally came to, his sister was gone and his clothes were disheveled. Sebastian sat up and fixed his rumpled clothing. The way his pockets were turned out made him realize something: he'd been robbed.
He felt around for the familiar feel of a small cylinder pressed against his thigh, but found nothing. Sebastian gulped. Clary had taken his stele.
Not good. Definitely not good.
The Lord of the Endarkened scrambled to his feet and dashed out of the grand room. He paused to listen for any hint of commotion; a high-pitched giggle sounded from the direction of Lilith's room. Sebastian turned on his heel and sprinted towards the source of the noise.
The nursery door had been left ajar. Sebastian kicked it open and stepped inside to find Clary standing in front of a Portal, holding a wriggling bundle in her arms.
"Shush," Clary scolded her lightly. "You'll give us away!"
Sebastian snarled, breathless, "Too late."
Clary whipped around. "Oh, hey Shithead. I was just on my way out. See ya."
She stepped through the Portal, and was gone before Sebastian could blink.
Fuck.
Sebastian lunged at the Portal, but it vanished and he ended up running face-first into the wall. A searing pain spread through his face, and something wet and warm started oozing from his nose. "Shit," Sebastian gasped. He clutched his bloody nose and hobbled out of the nursery, screaming, "Amatis! Get your Endarkened ass over here now!"
"I am here, Master."
Sebastian whirled around to find the older woman standing only a few feet away. He shuddered; he hadn't even heard her move! These Endarkened turned out a little creepier than I intended.
"My sister has escaped," Sebastian hissed. "She's taken Lilith. Prepare for a retrieval mission. We're going to New York."
"Yes, Master." Amatis turned to walk away, but then paused. "Before I forget, Laramie Hollyberry told me he wishes to speak with you about our uniform budget, Master."
"Amatis," Sebastian growled slowly. "Does this really seem like a good time to you?"
"We don't have any money left, Master. We can't afford to buy any more gear."
"What?" Sebastian's eyes widened. "What do you mean, we don't have any money? We have plenty of money!"
"The designer you hired sent us a very angry fire-message saying that our check bounced. She's demanding payment in cash."
"So? Just kill her and steal the gear."
"Master, would it not just be easier to use the black gear we already have?"
"Absolutely not!" Sebastian snarled. "Every evil army needs to have a thing, Amatis. Red gear is our thing. It's what makes us identifiable."
Amatis glanced down at her own gear. "It's such an unflattering color," she muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, Master. Shall I set up an appointment with Laramie at a later date?"
"Fine," Sebastian seethed. "Just hurry up and get ready to go. We're leaving in five."
"Very good, Master." Amatis turned and disappeared around the corner.
Sebastian let out an exasperated sigh. Leading an army of brainwashed minions has turned out to be more work than I expected, he thought. I should've just branded them with a new rune or something. Would've been way cheaper. He gritted his teeth. Looks like I'm gonna have to go and beg that damn Seelie Queen for another loan.
He made his way out of the hallway and into the throne room; Amatis had gathered a group of his most competent Endarkened Shadowhunters unsurprisingly quickly. All of them stood in a perfect line, hands by their sides, staring blankly ahead. Sebastian backed into the hallway, slightly bothered. Sometimes, his creations scared even him shitless.
Sebastian took Phaesphoros from where it leaned on his throne and slung it over his shoulder. "Are we ready?"
"Yes, Master." Amatis bowed her head.
One of the Endarkened raised his hand. Sebastian's brows knit. "What?"
"I have to go to the bathroom."
Sebastian sucked in a frustrated breath. "Why didn't you go earlier?"
"Because I didn't have to go then!"
Sebastian's jaw clenched. "Then I guess you'll just have to hold it."
A second Endarkened piped up, "But I have to go too!"
"Me too!"
"And me!"
"QUIET!" Sebastian roared. The hall fell silent. Taking in a trembling breath, Sebastian said quietly, "Who else needs to go?"
More than half of his army raised their hands. Sebastian clenched his fists. You've got to be fucking kidding me. "Fine," he hissed. "Go! But make it fast!"
The Endarkened streamed out of the room like a school of red-clad sardines, leaving only a pathetic gaggle of warriors standing awkwardly behind Amatis. For what seemed like a thousandth time that day, Sebastian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Lilith help me.