Hey everyone! Just another update! I'm actually updating quicker than I have in a loooooong time!
Thank you everyone for your continued support for this story! I know I'm terrible at updating, but I will finish this story! Even if I have to finish it as a ghost!
As promised, this chapter is longer than the last one and it contains 3POVS! :D Hope you alll enjoy! :D
(Oh and is anyone here a Markiplier fan? Just asking out of curiousity because I'm watching one of his videos while I write this!)
Jonathan POV
Slowly opening his eyes, Jonathan stared up at the plain white ceiling of his temporary room in the institute. His head was pounding, his whole body felt like it was pelted with numerous rocks.
Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Jonathan pushed his hair from his eyes. He needed a haircut, but now wasn't the time for that.
He was in control of himself at least, his action of knocking himself unconscious wasn't for nothing.
His senses came back into focus, making him stiffen as he slowly realised that he wasn't alone.
Grabbing the knife he kept under the pillow, he threw it in the direction of the other presence. He jumped out of the bed and grabbed the seraph blade hidden between the bad and bed side table before turning to the intruder. He groaned and rolled his eyes when he saw who it was.
"What do you want?" He snapped at the golden boy, throwing the blade onto the bed and making his way over to the dresser to put fresh clothes on.
Jace smirked in amusement, but his eyes were wary. "There's been an update of your father."
Jonathan felt a spark of hope rise in his chest. "And?" He pressed.
"Well I'm not a hundred percent sure of the details, but Isabelle said a shadowhunter was found dead earlier and I asked Maryse and she said it was...Valentine."
Jonathan froze. His father was dead? Actually dead?
"Are they sure?" Jonathan asked as he pulled off his filthy hunting shirt and pulled on a close fitted black t-shirt.
Jace was inspecting a photo Jonathan kept on his desk. It was one of the few pictures Jonathan had taken with the camera his father had given to him for a present. They were in the forest walking to Alicante and Clarissa insisted he use the camera. So he asked his father to take a picture of them under an old oak tree with rays of sunlight falling on top of their heads.
"They're having a meeting about it now, so I don't know." Jace said, interrupting Jonathan from his thoughts. "Oh and if your planning to change your pants in front of me, I would like you to know I will find the experience very uncomfortable." Jace grinned.
"You're a pervert." Jonathan snapped as he walked with his clean jeans to the bathroom attached to his room.
He saw Jace shrug before saying "I never said otherwise."
"Call the warlock." Jonathan grumbled slamming the door shut after him.
"Why? Do you want a second opinion of your own statement?" Jace shouted through the door.
"This place needs soundproof doors." Jonathan grumbled to himself before shouting back at Jace "I don't need a second opinion. Call the warlock to see if he can do a tracking spell." He opened the door to see Jace with a dagger, jabbing the air.
"What are we tracking?" Jace asked without breaking his attention away from stabbing an imaginary opponent.
Jonathan narrowed his eyes. "My sister."
That stopped Jace stabbing the air. "You think that whatever killed your father took Clary away from where she can't be tracked?"
Jonathan gritted his teeth. "Clarissa! Her damn name is CLARISSA!"
Jace just smirked. "I'm not going to fight the same fight everyday of my life. Answer my question."
Jonathan balled his fists and took deep breaths. He couldn't afford to lose consciousness. "I don't think that whoever killed father took my sister. I'm sure my sister is responsible."
Jace blinked in surprise. "You think she'd willingly kill her own father?"
"If it meant freedom? Of course!"
Jace shook his head. "I don't-"
"Just call the warlock!" Jonathan snapped.
Jace stared at him for a moment. Jonathan was about to demand for his phone to call the warlock himself but Jace sighed and said "Fine." before he got the chance.
Jonathan nodded and walked towards the window the overlooked the street outside. He heard the door of the room open and close and he felt the angelic presence leave. It bothered him how Clarissa and Jace had the same feeling of presence. Clarissa had extra angel blood, but what excuse did Jace have?
Clary POV
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" Clary screamed, kicking the air under and around her feet.
Her rope restraints were digging into her wrists. She had never been suspended in the air by a hook before and she wasn't enjoying the experience.
"LILITH! LET ME GO!"
"Why would I do that?" The girlish voice of the greater demon said from somewhere in the incredibly dark room.
Clary wiggled her whole body, just wanting to escape. "So I can find a way to kill you long and painfully!"
Lilith giggled at her threat. "Good luck with that."
"I swear on the angel that I will make you suffer!"
"Hm-mm we'll see about that." Lilith giggled.
"Why is this room so dark?" Clary muttered, more to herself.
But Lilith answered anyway. "Do you want to see your surroundings?" The amusement in her voice sent a cold chill down Clary's spine, but she refused to allow the demon to see her fear.
"Sure." She said, hoping Lilith mistook the slight quiver in her voice for the exertion from struggling in her restraints.
The sound of someone snapping their fingers echoed and Clary was momentarily blinded by the light as her eyes were adjusted to the dark. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she gasped in horror at her surroundings.
There was dried blood everywhere. Clary could see glimpses of white tiles under the blood. She was sure if her stomach contained anything, it would be spilled onto the ground.
Lilith was standing in front of the only door of the room. She was grinning wildly, like a psychopath. She was staring straight into Clary's horrified face.
"Like my decorating?"
Clary closed her eyes to avoid looking at a pool of blood on the floor to her left. "What happened in here?" She whispered, no longer caring if Lilith saw her fear.
"let's just say, when I want information, I get it. Make of that as you will."
Clary desperately started her struggle to free herself once again. "LET ME GO! GET ME OUT OF HERE!" She screamed once again, ignoring her revulsion that if she freed herself, she'd land on the blood covered floor.
"You should be silent. Don't want you straining your voice just yet." Lilith said in her little girl voice, making the situation all the more creepy.
"LET ME GO!" Clary continued to scream.
She heard Lilith sigh and mutter "I was hoping I wouldn't have to use this."
Before Clary could question what Lilith was about to do,Clary felt her whole body convulse, starting from her neck. She felt like the Greek god Zeus had struck her with his lightning bolt.
She wasn't sure how long the shock stayed in her body, but when it stopped, she felt her tense body sump before her dizzy vision became slightly blurred.
The convulsion seemed to ebb away all her energy. She wasn't able to lift her head!
"Now be a good girl and do as your told." She heard Liliths amused voice say before sweeping out of the bloody room.
Clary wanted to raise her head and be defiant, but she felt as energised as a slug. Lilith had already shocked her, but not at as high of a voltage. Clar ywas surprised she hadn't already passed out from the blood loss and shock of recent events, but her mind - although sluggish - was wide awake and able to witness whatever torment she had to endure next.
This wasn't what Clary was expecting Lilith to do
Still Clary POV (One hour before - In the dimensional apartment)
"What do you want with me?"
Lilith smiled, making Clary very uncomfortable. "We need to capture Jonathan."
"What?! Why?!" Clary wanted desperately to see her brother again and demand to know why he faked his death, why he left her and why was he at the institute.
"Don't you want revenge? Don't you want to make him suffer for the pain he caused you?" Lilith said softly like silk but Clary knew she was as dangerous as any other demon.
"Maybe...but why do you want him?" Clary asked, her head spinning with the information.
Lilith was smirking. "Because he betrayed me. He betrayed us both Clarissa. He needs to pay for his actions."
Clary frowned. No matter how angry she was at her family, she wouldn't go so far as to hurt them. "I'll help you get Jonathan, but only if you swear you won't hurt him." Clary said quietly.
Lilith froze, her smirk disappeared and her lips thinned, before a huge grin spread, revealing her razor sharp-looking teeth. "You want the satisfaction of punishment all to yourself?"
"No!" Clary shouted. "I'm not hurting him and neither are you!" She hissed.
Lilith frowned before speaking again. "Follow me." She turned on her heel and headed towards the door that led to the hallway.
Clary backed up till her back hit the wall. "No." She said.
Lilith froze at her door. "Don't waste my time Clarissa. Follow. me. NOW!" Lilith shouted, making Clary flinch.
"No!"
"Lorian!" Lilith shouted.
What?
The door opened and Clary began to wish for the first time in her life that she was smaller.
The warlock looked kind of normal aside for the large reptile tail protruding out its backside and the large eyes that made an ostrich eye look like a pea.
"Yes Ma'am?" Lorian said from the doorway.
"She's being difficult. You know what you have to do." Lilith said before sweeping out of the room.
Lorian only nodded, he didn't near Clary in any way, but she already knew he didn't need to.
"What are you going to do?" Clary asked, feeling angry that she could defend herself from any attacks the warlock made.
Lorian only smiled, his teeth resembling piranhas. He didn't respond, but Clary could feel his plans already being in action.
Her arms stretched out in front of her, a rope appeared from nowhere and started tying her wrists together. Clary felt something bite into the back of her neck, but she had no control over her hands so she couldn't tell what it was. A portal appeared in the middle of the room, Clary tried to make her feet obey her, but slowly, her feet moved forward.
"Stop!" Clary pleaded. Her head seemed to be the only thing she was capable of moving.
Lorian didn't answer. Clary felt her feet stop moving and hoped it meant Lorian had took pity on her, but her short lived relief ended when she felt an invisible force shove her from behind, head first into the portal.
When Clary landed, her whole body felt like it was on fire. She already knew she landed on concrete, but the sharp pains biting her side were a mystery.
"Lorian! Why would you push her into the glass!" a male voice shouted, sounding gruff and angry.
Clary realised then that she couldn't see. There was nothing covering her eyesight, but it wasn't possible for her to see. Was she in a room with no windows?
She tried in vain to stand up, but she felt the same biting feeling in the palm of her hands which were still tied together.
"It's fine." Liliths voice came, making Clary freeze. "It'll make it more authentic when Jonathan see's his poor helpless sister so injured and incapable of fending for herself."
"I'm not incapable!" Clary shouted, yet her voice still sounded weak.
Laughter from three parties surrounded Clary. "Yeah, you seem to be doing a great job of helping yourself little girl." The gruff voice chuckled.
"Enough!" Lilith shouted. "Mert, bring her upstairs to the hook." she ordered.
"What hook?" Clary found herself asking.
Her only response was laughter and something lifting her by her restraints. She felt her body moving through the air and guessed Mert was another warlock and was levitating her to where Lilith ordered him to bring her.
"Mert is it?" Clary asked, sarcasm laced her words.
Mert snorted before saying "What? Something funny about my name, Clarissa?" He asked, making her name sound amusing.
"Just being friendly. Isn't kidnapping and holding people against their will what friends do?" Clary said brightly.
"If you're trying to be smart, you can quit it now."
"Don't be like that Mert." Clary chided.
Liliths giggling made Clary stiffen. "If you continue to annoy my children, you'll be forced to endure the consequences." Lilith warned.
"I'm not annoying anyone. I'm just making conversation with Mert here." Clary said sarcastically.
The responding shock that erupted in her neck silenced Clary for the remainder of the trip till she was hanging by her wrists.
It wasn't as painful or energy draining as the second shock Lilith had given her, but it had been uncomfortable.
Clary needed to leave the bloody room. If what Lilith planned was true, Jonathan would be on his way to find her. He would be walking into a trap!
But how would Jonathan (if he was looking for her) know she was trackable?
Why was he looking for her now all of a sudden?
Where was her father?
Jace POV
"What's Magnus doing here?" Alec asked as he entered the library.
Jace turned to face his parabatai. "What makes you think he's here?"
Alec narrowed his eyes. "I saw him come up the steps from the window. Jace, what's going on?"
"How did the meeting about my father go?" Jonathan asked bitterly as he entered the library, holding a black book that Jace presumed was one of Clary's sketch pad's.
Alec frowned, looking between Jace and Jonathan. "How did-"
"Ah Alexander! I didn't know you would be joining us." Magnus exclaimed as he entered the library.
"Would someone tell me what's going on?!" Alec shouted.
Jace couldn't help the smirk that spread across his mouth. "You just needed to ask. No need to shout Alec."
Before Alec could respond with an angry outburst, Jonathan said "We're tracking Clary. With my father's death, I'm almost certain we can find her now."
Alec stared at Jonathan, sympathy in his eyes. "Um about that..."
Jonathan snapped his head towards Alec. "What?" He snapped. His black eyes blazing.
Alec looked uncertain with how to continue. "Your father's body was found yesterday. They only figured out who he was today because he wasn't recognisable..."
Jace frowned "What does that mean?"
"Lets just say that he wasn't in one piece and leave it at that." Alec said, his already pale face had a tint of green.
"Here here." Magnus muttered. "Now, do you have any of Clarissa's belongings?"
"Here." Jonathan passed over the sketch pad.
Magnus took the book and closed his eyes in concentration. He frowned before his cat eyes opened wide and staring into nothing.
"I know where she is..." He said in bewilderment.
Jace felt his heart beat faster. "Where?!" he asked simultaneously as Jonathan.
"In the castle on Bannerman's Island."
"Let's-" Jace started to say when he was pushed to the side.
He caught a glimpse of Jonathan just as he was walking out the door of the library. Jace felt adrenaline course through his body. His earlier argument with Jonathan coursed through his body. He couldn't let Jonathan get to Clary first.
"Alec, get Iz. I'll meet you there!" Jace shouted as he ran after Jonathan, putting all his power into his sprint.
He had few weapons on his person. A seraph blade, two daggers, a stele and a witchlight. He was going to have to make them work if he ended up fighting Jonathan to get to Clary first.
It's not a good ending to a chapter, but I didn't want to ramble on in Jace monologue because I'm horrible at writing Jace inner monologue...
And if anyone is wondering why Jace and Alec weren't too sensitive about Valentines death to Jonathan, it's because they knew how much Jonathan hated his father and blah blah blah...
Oh and would anyone like me to restart my responding to reviews? I haven't done it in a while and I loved responding to you guys!
Till next time ~Maraudergirl68448