"Jace!" Clary giggled as she felt arms wrap around her waist.

"Not my fault I can't keep my hands off my lovely wife." Jace whispered into her ear.

Clary put down the knife she was using to chop the vegetables for a stir-fry. She turned around to face Jace. "Even after thirty years?" she asked.

Jace still looked incredibly handsome, even though he was fifty-three. His golden hair had a few strands of gray...the day Jace found his first gray hair had been a complete nightmare. Clary had seen calmer demons compared to Jace that day.

He had a few wrinkles, but to Clary, they made him more irresistible. To her, he was still her angel.

Jace kissed her forehead before replying "Of course."

Clary smiled before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Can you believe its been so long?" She asked, resting her head on his chest. "Alexus and Max are all grown up, Isabelle and Simon are married and Alec and Magnus are married with a child!" Clary still couldn't believe all of the events of the past thirty years.

"It seems just like yesterday I met this cute red-head in a club." Jace chuckled while using one hand to play with a lock of her red hair that was oddly still a bright red, the same from when she was sixteen.

Clary restrained from glaring. "It seems just like yesterday I met a bottle blonde in a club." she quipped, knowing how sensitive Jace was about his hair.

"Easy Fray." Jace warned, his words were of anger, but his tone was full of humour.

"That's Mrs. Lightwood to you."

"Hm...Yes Mrs. Lightwood..." Clary could tell he was smirking. "That's sexy."

Clary laughed burying her head into his chest. She was listening to the beat of his heart, the rhythmic beat soothing. She didn't know why she felt so...out of place.

Her and Jace were in the institute, their home for years. Why didn't she feel comfortable, especially in the arms of her husband?

"I-I'll be back in one second." Clary said quickly as she walked quickly towards the doorway that led into the hall.

Was it getting hard to breathe?

Clary quickly pulled open the door and closed it behind her. A surge of panic rising in her. She had no idea what was causing her to feel so strange.

Clary had the feeling she was being watched. She slowly turned around, only to face a bright white light. She tried to use her hands to shield her eyes from the light, but her hands were being restrained. She looked down to see two chains bolted into the floor were used as shackles on her wrists.

Clary could feel the warmth of more lights being lit, all as blinding as the first.

She felt like her eyeballs were being cooked in their sockets as she tried to look up to see what was going on.

She was on a stage like the one in the globe theatre. All around her were obvious shadowhunters as she could see their runes.

Facing her in the front row was her family.

Jace was sitting beside their children, Isabelle and Alec. They were all glaring at her like she was traitorous filth.

"Clarissa Morgenstern, Lightwood-" A voice boomed out of no where.

Clary cut the voice off by shouting "I'm not a Morgenstern! What's going on?!" She looked towards her family, hoping they would at least offer her some comfort. They all had stone cold expressions. "Jace!" She shouted, hoping he would say something comforting to her.

Instead his golden eyes stared at her with a burning hatred.

The big voice from before spoke again. "You are here after evidence of being a demon and working for your brother, Jonathan Morgenstern have come to light. Do you deny the charges?"

Clary shook her head, hurting her wrists as she tried to free herself from the shackles securing her to the stage. "What are you talking about?! I'm not a demon and I'm definitely not working for my brother!" She exclaimed, hating how many shadowhunters watched her struggle and confusion.

Clary heard something rolling. She turned her head to the side to see a full length mirror facing her. She felt her mouth pop open at the reflection, the person in the mirror copied her movement.

They girl in the mirror had straight snow white hair, clear pale skin and most striking...completely black eyes. Not just the Iris and pupil, but where the whites of her eyes should be were completely black...like a demons.

"You were saying?" The same voice said.

"I-I don't understand! I'm nephilm! I'm not a demon!" Clary insisted.

"We're wasting our time! Kill her now!" someone from the crowd of shadowhunters shouted.

Another voice joined the last "Destroy her and let it show we won't tolerate demons of any kind!"

A third voice coursed in "Let her brother see what happens to those that oppose the law!"

"No! Please! This isn't my fault! Have mercy!" Clary begged. She didn't recognise anyone but her family. "Jace! Please don't let them to this!" She found herself begging, fear bubbling in her at the thought of being killed and her family hating her.

Jace just glared at her. "You deserve to die." He said. His words cutting into Clary's heart.

She felt weak. She fell to her knees and let the tears in her eyes stream down her face. "Please..." She begged once more.

Cruel feminine laughter erupted. Clary looking to the right of Jace to see Isabelle laughing in glee. Her face betrayed none of their friendship. She was happy Clary was being prosecuted.

"You're pathetic. Can't even fight for yourself. All you are is a weak demon. You're not any better than you were when you were nephilm." Isabelle said, her words were harsh, but not as painful to hear as Jace's.

"She's always been weak. Her brother must be desperate if he was so determined for her to join him." Alec spoke up, his usual shyness didn't stand in his way as he spoke freely.

Clary felt the pain in her heart becoming more painful by the second. She was sure their words wasn't the cause of the pain, they seemed immune to the sight of her pain.

Clary fell completely on her face, clutching her chest with the pain. She squeezed her eyes shut, just wanting the pain to subside.

What was going on? Why did her family hate her so much? How did she get stuck chained to a stage in front of many shadowhunters straight after being in the institute with Jace who had loved her?

It took a moment for her to realise her hands were free. The pain was still there, but at least she could move.

She slowly opened her eyes. She was no longer on a stage. She was in a beautiful meadow full of flowers and surrounded by thick clusters of trees.

Clary carefully stood up, the pain in her heart was still flaring, like a torch that could never be extinguished.

She felt a breeze on her arms and legs. Looking down Clary made a startled cry.

She was wearing a pearl white strapless dress that was like a corset until it reached her waist and frills decorated the skirt till it ended at her knees.

What startled her so much was the spreading blood on her chest, starting above where the pain was most painful.

Clary raised her arms to see her hands covered in blood.

"Hello Clarissa." Clary spun around to face someone she had met briefly years ago, but whose blood flowed through her veins.

"Ithuriel?!" Clary was confused to see the angel she and Jace had saved from Valentine.

The angel smiled at her. He looked much happier than when she first encountered him. "I'm surprised you remember me." He said, his voice sounded as smooth as a melody.

"It's not easy to forget meeting an angel." Clary found herself saying. She wasn't sure if it was the shock of blood seeping from her chest or the fact she was alone with an angel, but the pain in her chest was subsiding. "What's going on?" She asked, more confused than she had ever been in her life.

Ithuriel had a sad smile on his face. "You were very selfless Clarissa." He said.

"What?"

"What's is the last thing you remember? The last thing that made sense." The angel asked her.

Clary frowned and thought hard. Being stuck to a stage in chains was the first thought that came to mind, but that didn't make sense to her.

She gasped as she realised what he was talking about.

"I'm...dead?" She asked, tears filling her eyes.

Her plan failed.

She left her children without a goodbye and mother.

She left Jace behind.

Ithuriel smiled at her sadly. "I'm afraid so."

Clary looked down at her stained chest. Now she knew what the cause of her pain was. Why blood was erupting from the pain.

"What am I suppose to do now?" She asked quietly. She had so many emotions flying through her, she didn't know how to react to the news of being dead.

Ithuriel smiled kindly at her. "That is why I am here." He said slowly.

"Huh?"

"Six years ago, you and another freed me from imprisonment. I owe you both dearly. I'm here to give you an option."

Clary frowned, considering his words. "You mean...you can bring me back to life?" She asked, her hopes rising.

"In a way...yes."

"What's the catch?"

The angel smiled, like he was proud of her for deducing there would be a catch. "When you sacrificed yourself, you damaged your heart by piercing it with a blade. If I just simply put your soul back into your body, you would just die again."

Clary's mind was racing. "Jace or someone would have healed me by now! Wouldn't they?" She asked unsure.

"Where do you think we are at the moment?"

Clary looked around the meadow. It reminded her of Idris, but she was sure that wasn't where she was. Another thought popped into her already confused mind. "Limbo?"

Ithuriel still smiled like he was proud of her. "Yes. This is a dimension between all worlds and the final resting place. Demons can't enter the domain, which is why they return to their original world."

"What does that have to do with someone healing me?" Clary asked bluntly. She would have blushed if she had been talking to someone else, but she didn't feel heat in her face. She considered using her hand to feel her cheek, but she didn't want to smear blood all over her face.

"Limbo doesn't follow your time zone. In your world, a day could have passed. It could be a year since your death. Time means nothing here."

"Oh..." Clary didn't want to think about returning to her life when Jace could be remarried and her children all grown up. "Before I came here...I was living two...nightmares. Why?" She wanted an answer. If that was someones cruel joke of frightening someone who just died...well there was nothing she could have done.

"Death is a confusing time for everyone. What you saw were your expectations of what would have happened if you hadn't taken your life. Your best scenario and your worst scenario are played out for you."

"I felt like I was being watched and I felt like I didn't belong where I was."

"Everyone forgets their death. Subconsciously, your mind was telling you something was wrong. When you started to panic, your worst scenario was then played out."

Clary looked down at her feet. "Whose in charge of deciding all this?" Clary demanded. "It's horrible! Who's so sadistic that they would force someone to go through all that!"

"I can't tell you. It would be against the rules. It is dangerous to know more than you should."

Clary would normally argue further, but instead she let it go. Now wasn't the time to argue. "I just want to go home. What do I have to do?"

"We will both go to your world. If we're lucky, not too much time will have past and your family have not placed your body in the silent city." The angel placed his hand in the pocket of the brilliant white robe Clary hadn't noticed he was wearing. When he removed his hand from his pocket, he was holding a perfume bottle shape. "Two drops of this and any damage to your body will be repaired, allowing you to attach your soul to your body."

Clary looked more closely at the bottle. It had gold and silver liquid inside. It reminded her of a slush dog with two flavours. "What is it?"

"Something else that would be too dangerous for you to know." the angel answered vaguely.

"Will I still have demon blood?" Clary accidently asked. She hadn't thought the question through.

Ithruriel shook his head. "This will burn any demonic blood from your system."

"Are there going to be side effects?"

"Yes. I'm unsure what side effects, but I should warn you to not stress yourself with worry."

Clary took a deep breath. "Okay."

"Are you ready?" The angel asked.

Clary found herself smiling, despite the situation. "Definitely."

Clary had always wondered what it would be like to be a ghost. Now that she was experiencing her curiosity first hand, she could honestly say she hated it.

Ithuriel had transported them outside the institute and while Clary was trying to steady herself as she felt disoriented, at least six people walked through her. Ithriel didn't look affected, but Clary felt violated and disturbed.

"How do we find out how much time passed?" Clary asked, trying to avoid people who were about to walk through her.

The angel pointed to an old electronic shop that had a television playing the news in the window. Clary looked back at her home, feeling a twinge of panic when she saw no movement in the windows before following Ithuriel to the television.

Clary could see in the corner of the television the date and wasn't sure whether to be relieved or guilty that only one day had passed and it was almost four P.M. She wasn't sure how fast shadowhunter funerals went, but she was certain Jocelyn would demand a full funeral, meaning Clary still had time.

Unfortunately she didn't know where her body was.

Her best guesses was that it was in the institute, Luke and Jocelyn's house or maybe the silent city.

"Do you know where my body is?" Clary asked, feeling embarrassed for asking a ridiculous question.

The angel smiled kindly. "I have been watching your family every now and then since your death. Your mother insisted on the warlock using dark magic to bring you back, luckily he refused. Both you and your brother are in the institute."

Clary stiffened. "If I come back to life...will my brother return as well?" She asked carefully.

The smile slipped from the angels face. For once, he looked unsure. "The liquid will burn the demon influence in your body, therefore it should break the demonic connection you and your brother shared."

Clary wanted to feel comforted by his words, but they caused more panic. She would just have to hope her brother would stay dead.

Clary looked back at the institute. There was still no movement. So many questions bounced around in her head.

Setting her priorities straight, Clary decided to come back to life first, ask questions later.

Yeah...that was her life...