As soon as the truck door closed Alec started. "What were you saying about Jace? What did Valentine do to him?" He sounded furious. Clary, who was again sitting on his lap was to drained- both emotionally and physically to dance around the truth.

"I think it would only be right that I explain to Jace, before I tell anyone else Alec. When he's ready to tell you I'm sure he will." Alec garbed her roughly by the arms.

"Let her go Alexander." Lucian sounded calm but his knuckles on the steering wheel had gone white.

"Answer me Morgenstern! Why were you and your mother talking about Jace like he was a monster?!"

"She's not my mother!" Clary shot back ripping herself out of his hold. "And you didn't hear anything about Jace."

"Jocelyn said Valentine did something to Jace."

"No, she said he did something to my brother Jonathan."

"They are one in the same!" He growled at her.

"Are they?"

"Jace is Valentine's son, your brother." His eyes bore into hers.

"You've seen my father before, yes?" Alec nodded. "And you've seen Jocelyn, tell me do you see either of them in Jace?"

"Are you saying...?" The anger was quickly falling from his face, realization dawning in it's wake.

"I'm saying this is a conversation I should be having with Jace before you. It is his life after all." Alec stared at her for a long moment before nodding.

"That rune, I've never seen it before. It's not in the Grey book." He changed the subject, unfortunately this subject was also one Clary had no desire to talk about.

"No, it isn't." Lucian looked over at her.

"You're angelic." He stated, no hint of a question in his words. Clary's back stiffened. "Your blood is gold, your eyes turn gold, you speak Enochian, and create runes. There's no other explanation. Yet I don't see how it could be possible. What did Valentine do to you?"

"I hardly see how that's any of your business."

"You're Jocelyn's daughter." Clary, and Alec both could tell he was trying to keep his composer.

"No, I'm Valentine Morgenstern's daughter. All she did was give birth to two babies she never wanted."

"That's not true! Your father has blinded you, your mother loves you! She locks herself away and cries to baby pictures of you and your brother every year on either of your birthdays. She's lived the past almost sixteen years thinking you were dead." Clary gave him a blank look, seemingly unaffected by Lucian's little speech, and she repeated the second half of her fathers quote to him.

"And to be loved is to be the one destroyed ." Lucian took his eyes off the road and looked at her sadly.

"You truly are his daughter."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you. Even if it were true, and my father has been lying to me my whole life, it would hardly matter. It wouldn't change the past- and I don't need a mother anymore. Besides, she still thinks my brother is a monster, you heard her as clearly as I did. She didn't even try to deny it. And for that alone she has my eternal hatred."

"And your father? Is he blameless?" Alec asked re entering the conversation. She laughed, but it was void of any humor.

"My father is anything but blameless. He has done worse things than lie to me about Jocelyn, if he even did... things I can never forgive, but I will never see him as you all seem to want me to. You should not confuse that for blindness tho, I know exactly what my father is. It just happens to change nothing. At the end of the day he is still my father, and I love him as any daughter should. As I'm sure your sister and yourself love your father."

"My father hasn't done the things Valentine has."

"Maybe not, but they followed him once. I recognized him when he first walked up to me at the manor. Him and your mother were both circle members. And so were you," she shot at Lucian, "you were his parabatai. Neither of you have any right to judge me for loving the man who took care of me, and gave me anything I could desire."

"He locked you in your house." Alec stated bluntly, seeming to have not heard her. She rolled her eyes.

"My 'house,' as you call it, was a huge manor. Which sat on several acres of land. I spent hours exploring with my brother, sometimes my father as well. I recommend you give up trying to show me the picture the rest of the world has painted of Valentine Morgenstern, I will never see it."

"You see you father through the eyes of a child." Lucian sighed. "You're right you will never see, at least not until it's to late." Clary gave up arguing with him, neither would convince the other, it was pointless.

"With your brother..." Alec looked at her.

"Yes." Alec smiled.

"Jace really isn't Valentines son."

"No. He isn't, but I would like to be the one to tell him. There's more to the story than that." Alec laughed a ridiculously inappropriate, and cheerful laugh.

"You can tell him, I'm just happy he's not Valentine's son. That's the best news I've heard in awhile."

When they arrived at the Institute Clary got out without a word to Lucian, she heard Alec saying goodbye as she made her way up the steps. Clary wanted a drink. She was beyond grateful that Rebecca had the good sense to pack a bottle of wine. Her feet dragged. Even after the candy, she was not feeling all that well. She had never felt so dead on her feet. Even that time her and Jonathan had a contest to see who could train the longest- twelve hours later Clary was on the floor unable to walk, and Jonathan could hardly stand. Their father was furious, and Clary's muscles were so sore she had to stay in bed the next day. She almost laughed aloud at the memory.

"Are you okay?" Alec asked from her side as they waited for the elevator.

"Huh? Oh yeah I was just lost in thought."

"You look... tired." She snorted.

"That's a nice way of saying I look like crap." He smiled.

"Yeah, it is."

"I'm fine, just tired. It's been a really really long day. And that rune."

"What did it do?" She looked over at him, expecting to see him looking at her like she was a freak, but he just looked curious.

"It was to transfer energy from one person to another. Enough to break the enchantment keeping her asleep. I feel like I haven't slept in a week." She yawned.

"You should get some sleep."

"Can't. I have to talk to Jace." Alec nodded. Clary stepped out of the elevator. "If you see him, will you tell him to come to my room?"

"Sure."

"Oh, and thanks for coming with me to the hospital." She smiled at him. He nodded.

When Clary finally made it to her room she collapsed onto the bed, and let out a loud sigh. She wanted to sleep for a month. In all the years Rebecca had been around Clary had only actually treated her as a servant a hand full of times, and she never enjoyed doing it. Sadly she was about to do it again.

"Rebecca!" She prayed to the angel Rebecca was in her room. It seemed luck was on her side for the first time that day. Because a moment later Rebecca walked into the room.

"You called Lady Clarissa?" Clary snorted.

"Honestly Rebecca, how many times must we go over this?" Rebecca smiled at her. "I've been telling you to call me Clary for years, how many times must I ask?"

"At least once more my lady, as always." Clary sighed.

"Fine Rebecca I don't have the energy to continue our never ending argument tonight. Will you get me pajamas? Please. Something appropriate to be seen in, in front of visitors?"

"Of course Lady Clarissa." She bowed her head slightly.

"Also Rebecca, hand me the wine. I don't need a glass, just pass me the bottle."

"Are you sure that's a good-"

"Quite." Clary interrupted. Sitting against the headboard and watching Rebecca look through her bags.

"I'll unpack for you tomorrow."

"Let's see what tomorrow brings before we worry about wrinkled dresses."

"Of course." Rebecca turned and handed Clary a black long sleeve t shirt, and light grey shorts. She opened the bottle of wine and set it on the side table.

"You should go change my lady. When you finish I will remove the clips from your hair."

Clary smiled at her. And went to change in the bath. When she took her dress off she studied herself in the mirror. Looking at her face, she saw Jocelyn. And allowed herself to- just for a moment- feel the pain meeting her had caused. Taring her eyes away she looked lower, there were several bruises she wasn't sure how she got the through out the day. But they were fading fast, and would be gone by the morning. Clary healed faster than normal Shadowhunter's. She took a moment to look at her runes, she saw them so often that she didn't see them at all anymore. They were set in chains twisting around both arms, from her elbow to shoulder. When they cut off she continued them down her sides, from the top of her ribs to below her hips. They were beautiful, shimmering gold- but Clary hardly ever saw them as such. They were a mark of how she was different.

When she thought the word- different- she turned so she could see her back. There was the largest mark of how truly different she was. Two large wings that burned themselves into her back when she was seven went from her shoulders, forming an almost heart. Then went down to her waist. They got shorter towards the middle of her back, leaving a large triangle of bare skin on her lower back. Each feather was outlined in gold, colored mostly by her skin, but with streaks of white, gold, and the lightest of blues. They looked almost like the runes, (tattoos,) but the lines were slightly raised. She reached behind herself and touched a feather. They looked like skin, but felt like feathers. She pulled her hand back and turned away from the mirror. There was a knock on her bedroom door, and Clary rushed to get dressed. When she opened the bathroom door Jace was standing in her room.

"Thank you Rebecca. You should get some sleep." Sensing her dismissal Rebecca nodded.

"Sleep well Lady Clarissa. Should I shut the door?"

"Please."

"Lady Clarissa," Jace mocked, "what can I, your humble servant do for you tonight?" He gave her a bow. She laughed.

"I've been trying for six years to get her to stop, if you have any suggestions I'm all ears." Jace walked over and picked up the wine. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Planing on getting drunk?"

"I may have considered it." Jace raised the bottle about to take a sip.

"No!" Clary rushed over and snatched it out of his hand.

"Well aren't you greedy. Afraid I have cooties?"

"It will poison you, I don't even know what cooties is."

"Poison?"

"It's a long story."

"Isn't that why were here? For you to tell me a story." He sat heavily at the end of her bed.

"Your story, not mine." She sat next to him taking a sip from the bottle.

"How about both?" He asked with a cocky smile.

"Not enough wine for that." She laughed. His smile widened, and he stood.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting more wine of course."

"Jace-"

"I'll be right back." And before she could argue he was out the door. True to his word he was back not five minutes later- with two bottles of wine. He uncorked one and sat back on her bed.

"Well go on, what did you what to say to me so badly?" She studied his face, she knew she was doing the right thing, but still- she was nervous.

"Do you want to hear the whole story, or just the bottom line, and ask questions?" He thought for a moment.

"How about the bottom line, and then the whole story." They both took a sip from their bottles. Clary took a deep breath.

"You're not my brother. You're not Jonathan Morgenstern." She looked at him, expecting some reaction, but he only said;

"Explain." She drank more of her wine.

"Okay, well I don't even know where to start." She rubbed her face. "Lucian was my fathers parabatai, but then he was bitten. My father told him he should kill himself after his first change. In stead Lucian just left, he went to a wolf pack on the other side of Idris. That left my father with a problem, he had just lost his right hand man. So he had to replace him. He chose Stephen Herondale." Clary took another gulp of wine. "They became rather good friends, Stephen was married to Lucian's sister, my father didn't want a reminder of him. So he told Stephen to divorce her. Stephen did, and later married Celine. A young woman who was- at the time, famous for her beauty. Golden hair, and golden eyes. "

"Know this story, she killed her self when she was eight months pregnant after hearing her husband was killed. Every one knows this." Clary looked at him sadly.

"Yes, it's a rather famous story about circle members. But what most people don't know is my father found Celine just before she died. It was to late for her but- well my father took a great interest in the baby. So, he cut the child from her womb." She could not look at Jace. It was silent for a long moment.

"Me, Valentine took me from my mothers womb. Why? Why didn't he just let me die?" His voice was somewhere between angry and sickened. Clary couldn't blame him.

"One of the reason's my father hates Downworlders so much is because they have powers the Nephilim do not. Shadowhunters are the children of the angels. For the spawn of demons to be more powerful is a great insult to him. So he decided to.. experiment. His first was my brother Jonathan, it was considered a failure tho." Clary's voice had turned angry. "He was foolish, and refused to listen. His next experiment was you Jace. He summoned an angel, the angel Ithuriel. After trapping him in complex runes, both angelic and demon- he took his blood. Your mother was already several months along, but he still managed to give her several doses. Have you ever noticed anything different about yourself?"

"I have angel blood?"

"You do, much more than a normal Shadowhunter, but still, not much. My father told me he thought your extra.. talents were physical. That you were faster and stronger. You should test your limits sometime."

"I'll make sure to do that." He took another large sip of wine. "Did he know my name? Or what my name was supposed to be?" He didn't sound sad, even still Clary's heart broke for him.

"Yes. Jason Michael Herondale."

"Jason Michael Herondale." He repeated.

"It's a good name." She tried to smile at him.

"Herondale, like Inquisitor Herondale."

"Your grandmother." It was quiet for a long time, both of them silently drinking their wine.

"You said his first experiment, your brother Jonathan was a failure. How?" Clary bristled.

"I told you, he was foolish. He refused to listen."

"But you said Jonathan was born before Valentine trapped the angel. So if it wasn't angel blood he experimented with than it must've been... By the angel, he gave his pregnant wife demon blood didn't he?!" Jace looked horrified.

"Not just any demon," Clary spoke so softly Jace could hardly hear her. When she looked up there were tears in her eyes. "Lilith, Jace- Lilith's blood in my brothers veins. She warned him, when the first demon ever created warns you something your about to do is a bad thing you should listen. She told my father if he gave Jonathan her blood it will make him powerful, unmatched by any other, but it would burn away his humanity. It's the one thing I can never forgive him for." Two tears rolled down Clary's cheeks.

"How could he...? I mean- why? Who would do such a thing to their own child?"

"I ask myself that everyday. I don't know. But Jonathan did not turn out as Lilith predicted. He is powerful, exceedingly so- but I wouldn't say he has no humanity. He is.. different, but he can feel. He has shown emotion to me more than once. He doesn't feel as much as you, or I, but he does feel. Lilith didn't take into account that Jonathan would still be mostly human. And human's no matter how damaged are cursed with emotions." Again they were quiet.

"And you? What about you?" Clary took her largest sip yet. She was starting to feel the wine.

"After Jocelyn had Jonathan she was depressed. She knew there was something different about him. The first time she looked into his eyes she screamed. She saw a monster every time she looked at him, she refused to hold him. For months she avoided him, and my father- knowing that whatever was done was done by him. It got to the point where she would hide from them in the manor. She wouldn't eat, and couldn't sleep. Celine was pregnant with you by then. And she told my father how much the tonic he had made her helped. Made her feel happier, and more energized. She said she had wonderful dreams the night he gave it to her, dreams of angels. My father figured if angel blood worked so well on her it could help Jocelyn. So he started adding it to her food. It worked, and a few months later I was conceived. My father was very excited, this time he wasn't giving angel blood to an already almost completely formed child- but one from the moment of conception. He started giving her more and more. She showed no affects, so my father knew all the blood was going to me at that point. He didn't stop after I was born, he started to inject me two times a day. That's why my blood is gold, I was created in angel blood." He stared at her.

"What happened to the angel- Ithuriel." Clary smiled slightly.

"Ithuriel started sending me dreams. He showed me what my father did, and that he was being held in the Wayland manor. Ithuriel promised me, if I got my father to release him he would not harm my father. So for my tenth birthday I went to my father and confronted him. I told him what Ithuriel had shown me. What he promised me. And begged for his freedom. It took hours or what seemed like hours, but he agreed."

"How did he set him free?" Clary winced.

"Angels have a few things in common with demons. Like when they are killed on earth they go back to where they came from."

"Valentine killed an Angel."

"Yes, not that it mattered he had already damned himself by trapping one."

Jace put his bottle next to Clary's on the side table, and ran his hands through his hair. He looked at her, but didn't speak. He stood and started pacing. He was mumbling under his breath, and would look over to Clary every few second. As time went on he got angrier. Clary expected this. Most of the shock had worn off and everything she had told him was sinking in. It was a lot to handle. Even for her, and she'd known for years.

"How could you?" He growled coming face to face with her.

"How could I what?" Clary thought he didn't believe her, but that wasn't the case.

"Love him! After everything you just told me, everything he's done Clary, to all of us- you still love him. He's a monster Clary." His eyes were drilling into hers. His hands were squeezing her arms as he pulled her to her feet. "What will it take you to see that he's a monster?" She ripped herself from his grip.

"I know what he is Jason!"

"Don't call me that..." His tone was low and scary.

"That's what I've called you my whole life! You may not have known about me and Jonathan, but we knew about you. You've always been Jason to me. I've almost called you Jason at least three times today."

"To you.. the only Morgenstern with an ounce of compassion. Raised around, and by monsters." He laughed a cruel laugh.

"My brother is not a monster!" Now Clary's tone was dangerous.

"I don't think you can tell the difference." Clary reeled back as if he smacked her. "Tell me Lady Clarissa, what do you think is worse- the monster that commits evil acts he's convinced is for the good of his people, or the person who loves the monster and does nothing when she knows what he's doing is evil?"

"So now I'm a monster to? Tell me Jason, what does that make you?" She was on her tip toes so she could get in his face.

"Me?" He asked incredulously.

"Yes you! You knew Valentine was a murder, knew he summoned demons, you even knew he stole the Mortal cup, twice! And yet you still wear this!" She grabbed the hand he was wearing the Morgenstern family ring on. "So tell me brother, what does that make you." He moved away from her and went to the wine. Clary looked just in time to see him pick up the wrong bottle. "No!" She knocked it out of his hand, and it smashed on the stone floor.

"What- ?"

"You picked up the wrong bottle."

"What was in it that I can't drink? We both have angel blood right."

"You have a drop compared to me, that wine was made from the water in Lake Lynn, it would kill you! Look I don't want to argue with you."

"I don't want to argue with you either, but I think you need a reminder what consist of a monster." At that Clary's anger quickly turned to rage. She push him.

"You think I need a reminder?! How about the fact that I've lived my whole life with my brother and have only seen him laugh a handful of times. Or that I've never seen him cry once. My father did that to him! No, not enough how about these?!" Clary pulled her shirt over her head, she was standing in front of him in only a bra and her shorts.

Jace's eyes moved over her body. They widened slightly seeing the runes on her arms. Then moved to her sides. He stepped closer looking at the foreign runes. "I've never seen any of these before."

"Because I created them." He looked up to her eyes, his face shocked. She turned around, showing him her back. She heard him suck in a breath.

"By the angel," he placed his hand on her feeling the feathers. "Feathers..."

"I told you, I was created in angel blood. You see, I don't need a reminder of how much of a monster my father is. I wear them on my skin."