Hello everyone!

I'm not going to apologise again for being late to update because I refuse to have it as a permanent part of be A/N into stories!

I know there isn't a Jace POV in this story, but I hope you enjoy it! I didn't want to do three different POVs for the same time-lapse, and I didn't want to start a Jace POV with the event following this chapter!

You'll understand what I mean soon ;)

Jonathan POV

Icy cold water enveloped Jonathan's body, making his teeth chatter and his muscles stiffen slightly. No matter how quickly he pushed his arms or kicked his legs in the frigid water, the freezing temperature would not allow him to have an ounce of heat in his body. He was using more energy than needed, just to make his limbs move. The water seemed to try to freeze him like a statue.

It was dark, night having fallen an hour before Jonathan dived into ice water. The moon helped illuminate his goal. A dim light in an upstairs window telling them of another's presence.

Why would Clarissa come here?

Had their father been keeping her prisoner there and the block that had been protecting her from his tracking runes and the warlocks spells been broken upon their father's death?

Had she fled there for safety?

Was she taken there against her will?

Jonathan shook his head, wincing slightly at the stiffness in his neck. He needed to concentrate on reaching the castle. He could ponder his many questions, but the only way Jonathan was going to get an answer was to find his sister.

What was she like now? It had been two years, Jonathan doubted she was still the sweet and carefree sister he missed dearly. Especially if their father was involved.

His frozen hand hitting rough hard earth brought Jonathan out of his thoughts. He had been staring at the castle without realising how close he was to land.

Frowning at his lack of attention to detail since waking up from knocking himself unconscious, Jonathan pulled himself out of the water. The weight of his frozen soaked clothes didn't improve his already sluggish limbs.

Pulling off his shirt, Jonathan felt slightly relieved. He flexed his muscles, hoping warm blood would start seeping through his veins.

Jonathan retrieved his stele from his pants pocket so he could add a heat rune to the few already drawn runes on his body. He didn't expect to be in the water for as long as he had so he hadn't bothered with a heat rune.

Finishing the rune, Jonathan felt the heat almost instantly. It wouldn't last long unfortunately, so the quicker he found his sister, the better.

Throwing his shirt on a branch of a tree to dry somewhat, Jonathan made his way to the huge doors that were the entrance of the castle. After climbing the steps, Jonathan froze.

He could feel her presence. Her pure angelic aura was hard to miss. Jonathan had a theory that the reason he felt somewhat disgusted by the angelic presence was because of his demonic nature. But because he was also a shadowhunter with heightened senses, the presence was comforting.

Resisting the urge to barge through the doors, Jonathan stiffened as he also felt another familiar presence.

Evil, hate, power, confidence, demonic.

"Lilith." Jonathan hissed through his teeth. Despite the warmth of the rune, Jonathan felt his heart constrict with ice.

Jonathan knew that if he entered the doors, he would be walking straight into a possible ambush or trap.

Another thought bubbled up in Jonathan's head. He had no doubt that Jace would be arriving soon. Jonathan could just wait for the golden boy to arrive to keep the greater demon busy while he slipped past to find Clarissa.

It would have been a perfect plan, if he hadn't heard the gut piercing scream who he knew deep down belonged to. It may have been two years, but Jonathan could pin point that voice from anywhere.

Clarissa was in pain. Was that Liliths plan? To torture his little sister so he would be reckless and enter?

Looking behind him, Jonathan could swear he saw three dim lights approaching a small rowing boat missing its oars that Jonathan had refused to use. He knew immediately who the three were. Jace must have brought the two Lightwood children. He wanted to shout across at them to hide the light from their witchlights, but he also had the idea that Lilith already knew they were there.

Another piercing scream broke the silent air, causing Jonathan's body to tremble, not from cold, but from anger. He could feel his demonic nature rising in him, but this time he wasn't afraid if it took over, in fact...he welcomed it.

Ignoring the door, Jonathan picked up a huge rock, feeling his muscles delighting in their new strength. Turning around, he pulled the rock back and with as much force as he could muster, Jonathan threw the rock through the door.

Pulling out his two double-sided seraph blades, Jonathan whispered their names so the blue glow could illuminate his way. He had no doubt in his mind that Lilith would have some of her children waiting for him.

His theory was correct as the blades in his hand illuminated a figure sprawled on the ground with the rock he threw by the dark figure.

Inching his way through the door, Jonathan surveyed his surroundings as he looked for any more security.

He was in near complete darkness, the soft blue light emitting from his blade his only light. Shining the blades light around him, Jonathan with a ebony grand staircase. Doubting he was going to find any quicker way to reach the next floor, Jonathan proceeded towards it when his whole body froze.

He froze not from choice - but from without a doubt - magic.

Only able to move his head, Jonathan looked around for the source of his immobilization. Unfortunately the blue hue of his blades didn't pierce through the darkness as much as he would have liked.

"Face me, you coward!" Jonathan snarled.

A girlish giggle was his answer. He knew that giggle from anywhere.

"Lilith, where is my sister?" Jonathan said quietly, his voice filled with anger towards the demon near him.

"Now Jonathan, is that anyway to speak to the women who raised and taught you?" Lilith stepped close enough that the blue hue illuminated her face.

Jonathan glared at the demon. "I'm not interested in pleasantries. Where is Clarissa!" he hissed.

Lilith grinned, apparently loving his anger. "She's around here somewhere."

"What do you want with her?!" Jonathan tried with all his might to move, but it was like his body was turned to stone except his head.

Lilith entered the darkness, the sound of her loud footsteps was the only proof she was there until she spoke a moment later. "She has fulfilled her purpose. I have no need for her any more." Jonathan could hear the maliciousness tone in her voice.

Jonathan wasn't sure how his demon side sub-sided. His heart which had been busy pumping blood around his body felt like it had stopped as a cold chill – despite the rune – rose up in his spine.

"What did you do?" Jonathan whispered.

The force that had immobilised him seemed to disappear. The darkness around Jonathan brightened up from several oil lamps that lit themselves. Jonathan would have normally studied his surroundings, but a small pool of still wet red blood caught his attention. Glass and stones were mixed in the blood, along with a shiny piece of metal.

Jonathan was drawn to the object. He felt his body moving slowly towards it. His fingers felt numb as he lowered his body and picked up the object. He felt his heart skip a beat as he recognised the pendant on a chain.

The necklace he gave Clarissa for her last birthday that he had been present for.

Jonathan used his thumb to wipe the blood of a cursive C. Turning it over, the same inscription was in place from where he had personally made for his sister was still visible. The bravest shadowhunter.

"Where is she?" Jonathan said so quietly, his voice was unable to contain any sort of emotion.

Clary POV

"He's here." Mert said from somewhere behind Clary.

She had been drifting in and out of darkness. Every few minutes she would jolt back into wakefulness like she did whenever she felt like she was falling in her sleep.

Clary didn't have the energy to try to kick herself into a position to face Mert. She just stared at Lilith who had drawn demonic symbols on the bloody walls. Lilith had a bored expression before Mert entered, she now had an excited grin and her eyes flashed danger.

"Excellent. You know what to do next." Lilith said excitedly, sweeping out of the room, leaving Clary supposedly alone with the warlock.

A sigh behind Clary was her only evidence of another presence before Mert spoke. "I guess we should get this over with."

Clary stiffened as anticipation of possible torment loomed over her head.

"What are you going to do?"

Mert's only response was "Don't be afraid to be loud."

Before Clary could ask what he meant, Clary was momentarily shocked by the pain shooting through her back. It was like someone was ripping her skin like paper and rubbing lemon and vinegar in the rips. It took a moment for the pain to register in her mind before Clary let out an unrestrained scream. The shock had only momentarily numbed the pain before suddenly it took over all senses.

Clary knew what the pain was. Her near healed and scarred back was now open.

Why did Lilith order Mirth to open up my wounds? Clary found herself thinking as she bit her lip from whimpering.

She wasn't going to let Lilith have the satisfaction of knowing she was in incredible pain. She could pass off her scream as surprise.

"Just make this easier on yourself and succumb to your pain." Mert said, having the nerve to sound bored.

Clary gritted her teeth. "I don't let pain control me!" She spat, anger running through her veins and substituting for adrenaline.

"We'll see about that."

Before Clary could think of a witty response, the pain in her back tripled by ten. Clary had expected more pain, but was unable to control the scream that made her throat feel like a dessert and her vocal cords were about to combust.

Clary was slightly aware of a loud bang coming from below the floor, but she was too focused on the pain in her back.

"What was that noise?" Clary rasped, gasping for air that her lungs lost as she screamed.

"Our guest has arrived." Mert sighed. "This part of my role isn't going to be a comfortable experience for you."

"What?"

Mert didn't answer her, instead Clary felt her whole body become heavy. Her head fell forward, she was unable to move her neck or legs. She had no control of her body, even her eyes. She couldn't blink or look away from the demonic symbol she recognised as 'Desperation'.

Aside from her sudden paralysed state, Clary was still able to feel the raging pain in her back. Kicking and screaming hadn't helped the pain, but at least she had been able to do something.

Finally darkness began to cover her vision, the bloody symbol flared in the darkness before total darkness.

I realise it's short, but I wanted to include the events to follow to be in one chapter! I'm not going to lie, I plan to include a lot of information in the next chapter, so it will take me a while to update, just know that I WILL be updating!

Also, to anyone that has been in the castle I mentioned in this chapter, I know it's probably nothing I described as I've never been there, but I just wanted to include it!

So what do you think will happen next? ;) I'm curious to know!

~Maraudergirl68448