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"Alexander," Magnus said impatiently. "Get away from the window. You're scaring the pigeons."

"They could still be out there," Alec hissed. "Lurking. Waiting for us to let our guard down so they can attack."

"Alec, it'd be pretty hard to miss an army of Endarkened Shadowhunters marching through New York. I think we'll be okay," Clary remarked as she cradled a sleepy Lilith in her lap.

"I think not," Jace joined Alec in peeping outside the window. "Constant vigilance is key to avoiding ambushes."

"And decapitations," Alec added.

"And disembowelment," Jace finished.

Magnus, whose demeanor appeared dull and tired rather than glittery and cheeky, shot the parabatai a glare and sighed. Considering the way things had ended between himself and Alec, he wasn't exactly in the mood to be hosting an unannounced Team Good meeting.

"So," the warlock said. "Is there a specific reason why you all decided to interrupt my Saturday with your Shadowhunter dramatics?"

"Dramatics?" Jace whirled around. "We were attacked by Sebastian and his Endarkened. I'd hardly call that dramatics."

"Sebastian Morgenstern was here?"

"Yes," Clary said. "He kidnapped me."

"For like two minutes," Isabelle said.

"He still kidnapped me," Clary snapped. "He took me back to his demon wasteland and tried to pull a Cersei-Jaime on me. Luckily I-"

Jace held up a hand, signaling for her to stop. "Wait, a what?"

"Never mind!" Clary hissed. "Magnus, I need you to examine this baby." She stood up and offered Magnus the drowsy babe; Lilith's eyelids were already drooping. Magnus's brows furrowed.

"What is this?"

"My niece."

"Your niece?"

"Yes, that's what I just said," Clary said rashly. "She's Sebastian's daughter. I need you to see if she's normal or not."

Magnus's cat eyes widened. "You've brought Sebastian Morgenstern's daughter into my apartment? What's the matter with you?"

"We had nowhere else to go," Isabelle said. "Sebastian's army overtook the Institute."

"And you couldn't be bothered to Portal into a Motel 6 or something?"

"No," Jace said lazily. "Why would we pay for a room when we can stay at Hotel Magnus for free?"

Magnus let out a long sigh. "If I look at your demon baby, will you please leave? I would rather not have Morgenstern's army of mindless drones come knocking at my door this afternoon."

"Fine," Clary said, just as Jace was about to complain. "Now here." She offered up the bundle again.

Hesitantly, Magnus took the child and cradled her in the crook of one arm, using his free hand to brush a flicker of bluish magic over her tiny body. Lilith fidgeted, making little delighted noises at the sudden ticklish warmth.

"I do sense a trace of demon in her," Magnus said. "But not much. The majority of her feels human. Totally normal. The most I'd expect out of her are enhanced speed and strength, and possibly a knack for coming up with creative ways to torture her parents."

"So she is normal," Clary concluded.

"Call it what you will, I really don't care." Magnus handed the child off to her once again, brushing himself off. "Now shoo. I have a very busy day ahead of me, if you all don't mind."

"Really?" Jace glanced around. "Looks like you've just been sitting here sulking all day. This place stinks of Chinese takeout and desperation."

Magnus flushed angrily.

Hello, Clarissa.

Sebastian, like a common creeper, lurked in the shadows of a dark alleyway, watching quietly as his sister and brother made their way towards the werewolf's house. Lucian Greymark, if he remembered correctly. The filthy dog that was currently keeping his mother wrapped around his pinkie finger.

And there, wrapped in Clary's arms like a little wool burrito, was his daughter. Sebastian's grip tightened on Phaesphoros. You're going to regret crossing me, little sister.

"I'm telling you, Clary, it was sizing me up to see how many of its demonic children I would feed. I could see it in its eyes!"

"For the Angel's sake, Jace, the duck was after your pretzel, not you."

"That's what it wanted us to think," Jace hissed. "But I know better. I'm a Herondale."

Really? I couldn't tell, Sebastian thought with a roll of his eyes. He stepped out of the shadows and raised his blade, screaming, "Have at thee!"

"What the…" Jace glanced over his shoulder. "Oh, it's you. Here to get your ass kicked? Get behind me, Clary, I've got thi-"

"Oh no you don't, Herondale, this one is mine." Clary placed Lilith in Jace's arms; the blond boy opened his mouth to object, but Clary ignored him. "Put 'em up, Sebastard!" She crouched into a fighting stance, fists raised.

"Ah, so my little sister desires a bit of close hand-to-hand combat? Very well." Sebastian sheathed the Morgenstern blade. "I am more than happy to oblige. Shall we-oof!" Sebastian let out a low hiss of pain, doubling over to cup his injured area. "I wasn't ready!"

Clary nimbly leapt from foot to foot, circling him. "I promised you I would punch your balls in, didn't I, Shitbastian?"

"How dare you mock me so," Sebastian croaked, trying his best to sound intimidating. "I am Sebastian Morgenstern, Lord of the Endarkened, Son of-"

Clary landed a punch to his jaw, and then a kick to his abdomen. The blows didn't hurt Sebastian more than they unbalanced him, causing him to fall on his ass.

"Lord of the Endarkened my toe," Clary sneered. "I just knocked you on your ass!"

"You show him, honey!" Jace cheered. Lilith whimpered, reaching for the man she recognized as her father. Sebastian felt a pang of longing in his chest.

He stood up. Clary confidently took another swing, but her brother was ready. He caught her fist and squeezed, drawing a sharp squeal of pain from her throat.

"Clary, Clary, Clary," he shook his head. "Naughty girl. If I were you, I would stop this foolishness. You're already in enough trouble as it is. I'm still angry at you for running off like that."

"Bite me."

Sebastian chuckled. "In good time, little sister." He glared at Jace. "Hand over my daughter, Angel Boy."

"Sure," Jace said. "In exchange for my girlfriend."

"You are in no position to be making demands, my friend."

Jace opened his mouth to respond, but then the cold edge of a blade pressed against his throat, cutting him off. He gulped. "Shit."

"Release the princess, boy," Amatis commanded.

"Sure thing," Jace held Lilith out away from his body. "Take her."

Clary gaped. "Jace! What the hell?"

"What? She's dying to go back to him anyways. Just look at her." Jace nodded at Lilith, whose little limbs were churning helplessly in the air as she tried in vain to get back to Sebastian.

The Lord of the Endarkened sniffled a bit. "Precious thing," he sighed. "Look at how much she loves me, Clarissa. Why can't you be more like her?"

Clary snorted. "You think she loves you now? Just wait 'til her teen years."

"Ah, of course. The older she gets, the more she'll adore me."

Clary rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, definitely. Moron," she added quietly.

"Amatis, collect my daughter. We're going home." Keeping Clary in a headlock with one arm, Sebastian used the other to point threateningly at Jace. "Mark my words, Jace Herondale. I'll be back for you and all your worthless friends."

Amatis placed her hand on Sebastian's shoulder. He twisted his ring, and the group disappeared.

Jace pressed his lips into a hard line. "Well this is gonna be fun to explain to Jocelyn."