Clary and Jason stared at each other as Maryse looked on. Clary was angry, Jason should understand, he was like her and Jonathan- one of her fathers experiments. He of all people should see that Jonathan had no choice in what their father did, and it's his actions alone that are responsible for whatever Jonathan has done, or will do wrong. He would be a normal boy if Valentine hadn't interfered. Clary was not deluded, she knew Jonathan would do terrible things on her fathers orders, and she knew he would enjoy them. Jonathan had always been cold and uncaring to everyone, everyone but her. She was the only person he ever showed any human emotion towards. And because Clary was the only one to know that side of him, she was the only one compelled to protect him at all costs.

She should have never expected Jason to understand, how could he? But she was unprepared for the feeling of hurt this caused. As if his words were a betrayal. Then she realized why she felt this way. In the short amount of time she had been there she had allowed herself to get close to him, dangerously close. She had told him her secrets, and her fears for her brother, she even spent the night with him. How foolish she was, throwing her training, and what her father had been telling her since she could walk- right out the window. She let her guard down, and showed him her emotions. It could be blamed on the stress, but that wouldn't change anything.

Jason watched as Clary's face changed from anger, and... hurt? To blank emptiness, her eyes cleared, reflecting no emotion back at him, and the flush of her cheeks faded away. He regretted what he said to her, not because he thought he was wrong- but because of how effected she was by it. And he knew he was correct in saying she loved him far to much to see that he may have to be stopped someday... Clary would never agree, and she would stand between her brother and anyone trying to harm him. Jason prayed to the angel he was wrong about Jonathan, hoped he would turn out to be just a misunderstood teenager, but deep down he knew he was not wrong. Jonathan Morgenstern would cause just as much death and destruction as his father if given half the chance.

"The portal will open in two minutes." Maryse walked around to stand in front of the desk, and Clary and Jason looked away from each other.

"I'm going to tell her who I am. It will throw her off guard, that might help you." He looked back to Clary who was now standing beside Maryse.

"Thank you."

Clary's face was still blank when she looked back at him. Honestly Clary wasn't sure telling the Inquisitor was a good idea, it would bring up questions about where the real Jonathan was. But Jason was right, finding out her grandson was alive would shake her. Force her to relive memories, and distract her better than anything else could. It was cruel, to use such a thing against a woman that had lost everyone she loved. Clary felt shame, but the people she loved were in danger now, and she would use any means to make this easier on them.

Imogen Herondale stepped out of the portal with a man about Maryse's age right behind her. She wore a long dark grey cloak, over an old fashioned suit, and tall black boots. Her hair was a dull, pale blond, and her eyes sharp grey. She was beautiful for a woman her age, but she looked very strict- like she never smiled, or laughed. Clary noticed Jason had her cheekbones. The man accompanying her was tall, with broad shoulders, short cropped sandy blond hair, and brown eyes. He was dressed like most Shadowhunter men (who aren't politicians.) Black jeans, and a tight black t shirt. His arms were covered in runes, and he was was heavily armed. The Inquisitor looked them all over.

"The Morgenstern children?" She asked Maryse with no preamble. Clary stepped forward.

"I'm Clarissa Morgenstern." Imogen's eyes went from Maryse to Clary, she could see disdain in them. But Imogen only nodded to the man beside her. Clay stood straight watching the large imposing man approach her.

"Are you armed?"

"I have a stele." He nodded his head.

"Give it to one of them." He jerked his head towards Maryse, and Jason. Clary looked over to them. She took a stele out of a hidden pocket just under the bust of her dress. She handed it over to Jason, and bent down. Under her hem another stele was strapped to her calf. Standing upright she handed that one to Jason as well.

"That's all."

"Cross your wrists please." She did as she was told and crossed one wrist over the other. He grabbed her surprisingly softly and drew a binding rune on the top of her right hand.

Clary stared down at the rune. It had been so long since anyone besides herself had marked her, the black rune looked strange on her skin. For so long she had seen her golden runes as only a mark of her differences from the rest of the world, they made her feel lonely. But seeing the black rune on her body was a distasteful blemish to Clary now. Pulling her eyes away from the mark she looked back at the man, he gave her an apologetic half smile.

"Is that really necessary?" Jason sounded annoyed, and narrowed his eyes at the man.

"She is being held for questioning, the rune will not harm her if she doesn't try to escape or hold a weapon. Now Ms. Morgenstern, we will leave along with Ms. Blackwell, and Mr. Lewis in twenty minutes. When we arrive you will be lead into the Silent Brothers' council room. Ms. Blackwell, and Mr. Lewis will be asked several questions by the Brothers and then it will be your turn. You will stand on the Stars, and I will question you myself. This is not a trial, and I will not be looking for any wrong doings you may have committed. I will only ask question's about any crimes you my know of that your father committed, or any plans he may have told you about concerning actions against the Clave. Since this is not a trial you are of course allowed to bing anyone you would like, I'm told Maryse Lightwood," she looked at Maryse, "is going to accompany you. If there is anyone else you would like to contact I suggest you do so now. Do you have any questions?"

"No Inquisitor." Imogen nodded sharpy and looked away from Clary.

"I'm going with her." Jason stated calmly.

"I would expect you to accompany your sister, but the choice is hers." Jason smiled hugely at Imogen.

"Oh, she's not my sister."

"I can understand the desire to want to distance yourself from the Morgenstern name. But being raised by the Lightwood's for seven years does not make you one."

"I have to disagree Imogen, Jace is considered a beloved son to both my husband and myself. And a sibling to my children regardless of his parentage." Maryse answered with a slight edge to her voice. Jason smiled at the defensive statement.

"I am part of the Lightwood family, but I was referring to the fact that Jocelyn, and Valentine Morgenstern are not my parents."

"The Clave was informed months ago that Valentine claimed you as his son." A look of confusion passed over her face, like she couldn't believe that the Clave's information was not up to date.

"Well he lied." Jason crossed his arms. "Shocking, I know." He drawled. And of course Imogen asked the obvious question.

"Then who are your parents?"

"Celine, and Stephen Herondale. Nice to meet you grams." He smirked mischievously. The effect was immediate. Imogen stumbled back, shock and disbelief coloring her face. She stared at Jason as if she had misunderstood his words. And then she truly looked at him for the first time, without the stigma of being Valentine's son hanging over him. Her eyes misted over, and her hand flew up and covered her mouth.

"You look just like him.. my Stephen, but your eye's and hair.. Celine. By the angel." Two tears made their way down her cheeks. "Show me your shoulder. Your left shoulder." Jason looked confused, but did as he was told. On his left upper arm, between two runes was a star shaped scar. Imogen gasped softly.

"How strange." Clary stepped closer. Jason shrugged.

"I've had that for as long as I can remember."

"All born Herondale's have that, it's the Angel Mark."

"I have the same scar, in the same place, but I'm not a Herondale." Clary spoke without thinking, and regretted it a moment later.

"Show me." But Clary couldn't do that. She would expose her runes.

"I can't my hands are bound." She answered lamely.

"We should be heading downstairs anyway. The carriage will be here in a moment, we still have to collect Rebecca, and Simon." Thank Ithuriel for Maryse Lightwood.

The ride to the Silent City was... well, awkward. The only time anyone spoke was to say sorry when they were thrown into the person beside them on sharp turns. Clary wondered if the Silent Brothers' wild driving had anything to do with the fact that his eyes were hallowed out. When he lowered his hood, exposing his face outside the Institute she had to actually stop herself from stepping away from him. His hallowed out eyes, and sewn shut mouth unnerved and shocked her. She couldn't help but wonder why holy men would turn themselves into the stuff of nightmares. The way he spoke in her mind was also something she found unpleasant. Clary didn't like anyone inside her head.

Simon shifted beside her. It was obvious that both Simon and Rebecca were nervous. Simon sat between the two girls, across from Jason- who was sitting between Imogen, and Maryse. He and Rebecca would shift, or fidget now and then. Clary wanted to offer them some words of comfort, but she could not, not in front of the Inquisitor.

The man that bound her- who's name she learned was James sat up front with the Silent Brother. When the carriage stopped he was the one to open the door. Rebecca and Imogen were the firsts out, followed Simon and Jason. Clary let Maryse go before her then stood on the ledge about to jump the three feet to the stone pathway when two large hands grabbed her hips and lifted her, setting her back down on the path. She looked up at Jason trying not to blush.

"Thank you." She gave him a small smile.

"Come on Clary." Simon tugged on her elbow, his eyes narrowed at Jason, and his tone sharp.

To Clary, who had never been in one before, the cemetery was rather beautiful. The grass was well kept, and flowers decorated the ground in front of marble stone's of different shapes and sizes. Statues of angels seemed to be common, most were looking up into the sky, but one or two were weeping. A welcome addition Clary thought, to this tragically beautiful place. They reached a small white mausoleum. And everyone filed through the large heavy door. Inside was a surprisingly long, yet narrow room. Plaques covered the side walls all perfectly spaced. At the opposite end from them was a metal door. The Brother walked over pulling out a large key.

They descended an old iron spiral staircase that seemed to go on forever. The others were all holding witchlight stones, but Clary, and Simon did not have stones. It was dark, and shadows were cast from torches burning green, and the stones in the Shadowhunters hands. She was having trouble with the steep spinning steps- she could hardly see, and her hands being bound made it hard to hold the rail. Her steps were slower than the others, and she thanked Ithuriel when they finally reached the bottom.

Jason slowed and started walking beside Clary. He held out the hand he wasn't holding the witchlight with to her bound ones. She looked up at his face expecting to see a teasing look of condescension there. Like she was a damsel in distress that required a man to hold her hand, but there was no such look. He stared straight ahead, not even looking down at her, and had a very serious expression on his handsome face. He allowed her to study him without dropping his hand as they walked. Clary did not want to take his hand, she had already allowed to much contact between them, but she really wanted to take his hand. Her nerves were eating her away. Every step she took towards the council room her feet felt heavier. Her mind was on the verge of panic, and it was so cold and dark in the large arched hall. She longed for the abnormal heat Jason's skin had to offer. So against her better judgment, and with her fathers voice screaming in her mind- she reached over and took his hand.

Clary released him when they entered the council room. It was a large circular room. The ceiling was a dome at least twenty feet high, it came down in the center to a peak towards the floor. Stone benches protruded from the wall forming a ring broken every five or six feet by statues of angels. In the center of the room was a raised dais. She could not see the floor of the dais but she knew what she would find there, stars. Because above, the Mortal Sword, the Angel Blade, hung. Five columns surrounded the dais. Columns made from the ashes of dead Shadowhunters. Four more of the Brothers walked- or glided into the room. All of them dressed the same, long dark grey robes, with oversized hoods hiding their mutilated faces.

One of the Brothers walked over to Simon and Rebecca, he must've spoken to them because a moment later they both nodded. Then the brother looked at Simon. "No." Simon shook his head, Clary wished she could hear what the brother was asking Simon. "No I don't know. I was just around to do chores around the house, and because me and Clary have been friends since we were ten." Simon shook his head again. "No." The Brother nodded and walked over to Rebecca. He must've asked her the same questions because her answers matched Simon's almost word for word. Except she didn't say they were friends, she told the Brother she was Clary's attendant. The Brother then inclined his head to Rebecca, and went over to the Inquisitor. They looked at each other for a moment before she nodded.

"Very well. You can all sit down now."

She pointed- Clary followed her finger to the spot almost directly behind her. And she noticed for the first time two people sitting quietly staring at her on one of the benches. Jocelyn, and Lucian. Clary looked down at Jocelyn's arm. Where her rune once was now had a long angry gash. Someone had destroyed her rune. She narrowed her eyes at Lucian, who shrugged at her. Clary wanted to scream in exasperation. Instead she looked away from the infuriating couple.

"Ms. Morgenstern." Clary looked to the Inquisitor. "Take your place under the Sword." Clary took a breath, her hands were shaking, and she felt like she might be sick. Her eyes moved from the Inquisitor to Rebecca. She gave Clary a small smile. Then to Simon who looked at her for a moment before nodding. Maryse smiled encouragingly at her. And Jason locked his eyes with hers. She knew he could see. See all of her fear and panic, she wanted to pull her eyes away, but his held hers like magnets.

"Am I interrupting?" Clary spun, behind her- where no one was a moment ago was her father, Valentine Morgenstern.

Several things happened at once, Jocelyn and James both ran at Valentine. The former yelling words Clary didn't catch in her shock. Imogen took several steps in his direction. Simon, and Rebecca took several steps back. Jason stared at him murderously. And Clary asked, "Father?"

Valentine waited for the figures of James and Jocelyn to run through the image of him as if he were a ghost. When everyone stared at him, except the Silent Brothers, Valentine smiled.

"Well, I couldn't come in person."

"What are you doing here Valentine?" Jocelyn demanded of him.

"Hello my love, it's been a long time. I'm here for my daughter of course. You didn't think I'd let you question my child with out me present did you?" He looked to Imogen and smiled charmingly before looking to Clary. "Are you alright?" His eyes softened slightly. Clary smiled at him and nodded.

"Your presence won't stop her from being questioned Morgenstern." Imogen looked at him with such hatred, a lesser man would've gotten as far away as they could, but Valentine just laughed quietly.

"I didn't think it would, if Clarissa knew anything I truly wanted hidden, or had done anything to put her in danger from the Clave I might've made more of an effort. But she can't tell you anything I'm overly concerned about the Clave knowing, and has never broken any laws. So by all means continue." He looked away from the Inquisitor, and back to Clary. She was looking back at him no emotions showing on her face now. But Valentine could see her anger underneath the surface. "Sweetheart, don't worry. Everything thing will be fine." He stared into her face for a second, a knowing look on his own. As if he knew exactly what she was afraid of, and he probably did.

"Father of the year." Jason laughed quietly, gaining Valentine's attention.

"Jonathan- or should I say Jason?" He smiled as Jason's jaw tightened. "I knew as soon as I found out Clarissa was with you and the Lightwood's that she would tell you everything. She is far to kind hearted, much like yourself."

"And not at all like you." Jason spat.

"I wouldn't be so sure, I did raise her after all. I'd imagine she picked quite a bit from me."

"Lets hope not," the Inquisitor stated. "Ms. Morgenstern take your place." Clary looked once more to her father, before ascending the stairs.

On the top step she took a moment to admire the Speaking Stars before stepping onto them. The floor was darkest ebony, and the Stars themselves were made from gems simular to witchlight stones. They were glowing a faint silver. The moment her foot came into contact, she felt a small surge of power run up her legs. Looking up the Mortal Sword loomed over her. It wasn't extraordinary in any way. Beautiful, but no more so than most swords. It didn't glow, or hover above her ready to fall if she had the nerve to try and lie. It was just an old sword who's handle was molded into the ceiling.

When she was directly underneath the Brothers chanting entered her mind. The Inquisitor stood on the step Clary herself had paused on. The chanting got louder and louder. So loud in fact that Clary's hands shot up and instinctively covered her ears. The floor was starting to feel hot under her feet. And the Brothers voices got so high she thought her head might explode. Clary screamed and fell to her knees when a white light hit her. It wasn't at all what she expected from Maryse's description. This was no small flash of light going into her skin, this was a solid beam of blinding white. It cut off everything else around her, so she didn't hear the several panicked shouts of her name, or her fathers laugh. The light was filling her with so much power her arms, and legs both shook with it. The floor felt like it was scalding her shin's- she tried to stand, but her body's trembling wouldn't allow her to.

When the light cut off Clary was left kneeling, blood dripping from her nose, on the Stars. She lowered her hands, but didn't have time to wonder about the binding rune disappearing. Because when she looked down her hands were glowing gold. Clary's head shot up and she looked at the Inquisitor, she was staring at her wide eyed and slack jawed. She looked back down at herself, her runes were glowing as well, glowing bright enough to be seen perfectly through the fabric of her dress. She was sure the wings on her back were as well, but she didn't look over her shoulders to see. Unbeknownst to Clary her eyes were also casting golden light, illuminating her cheek bones.

Clary stood, not feeling at all weak anymore. Incredible power was surging through her veins. Several runes she had never seen before flashed before her eyes, and shoved all reason to the back of her mind. Clary laughed aloud. This is what she imagined mundane drugs would feel like. She felt giddy- unbelievably happy.

"What are you?" The Inquisitor was still staring astonished.

"I'm Clarissa Morgenstern." Clary looked at her confused. A small voice in the back of her head was screaming for her to pull herself together, but that voice was very small.

"Why are your hands, and eyes glowing? And those marks, the wings, and the blood...?" Clary shrugged.

"I think the sword affected me differently because of the angel blood." She pointed to the dry blood on her face.

"Angel blood?" The Inquisitor looked horrified. Clary nodded.

"Yes." Clary could hear others talking but she paid them no mind. One woman was screaming but Clary ignored them all. She kept her eyes on the older woman.

"Your father, Valentine Morgenstern did this to you?" Imogen was regaining her senses after the shock, and falling into her role of Inquisitor.

"Yes, he started feeding it to my mother months before I was conceived. And gave her more when he found out." She shrugged again.

"Where did he get so much angel blood?"

"He trapped Ithuriel." Imogen's face paled.

"He trapped and drained the Angel Ithuriel?" Everyone below was either staring at Clary in horror, or looking at Valentine with the utmost disgust and disbelief. He paid no attention to them tho, his eyes never left Clary's glowing form.

"Yes, but he's free now. I asked my father to free him six years ago." Clary thought the woman was about to be sick. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, fine. You're saying you father kept Ithuriel prisoner for over a decade, continuity draining him for blood?" Clary nodded. "Did he use the blood for anything else?"

"Well he gave some to Celine Herondale, while she was pregnant with Jason. And after I was born he gave me two shots full a day until I was ten."

"Celine Herondale." Imogen turned on the spot to stare at Jason. "So Jason is like you?" Clary thought for a moment.

"No, not really. He's much more human than me. And he bleeds red." Imogen looked slightly relieved. The small voice was getting louder in her mind warning her to shut up.

"Are there any other children with the Angel's blood?" Panic started forming in her stomach. Clary's face screwed up in concentration. Below the image of Valentine took a step closer.

"No, not that I know of at least." The Inquisitor studied her face.

"Do you know of any other crimes your father committed?"

"He has killed Downworlders that came onto the manor grounds. Well I never saw him kill anyone, but he told me about a werewolf in the back woods once." Clary looked down at her father, her mind was horrified at what she was saying but she couldn't not answer. He smiled at her, seeing the panic in her eyes.

"Is there anything else? Any plans he may have for a war against the Clave? Of his plan for the Mortal Cup?" The Inquisitor urged.

"I don't know what he plans to do about the Clave. He wants to make Shadowhunters with the Cup. Simon, he's a mundane. My father took him from an orphanage, and gave him to a woman who lives close to the manor. He gave him blood from the Cup, but Simon didn't turn into a Shadowhunter or die. Instead his sight was cleared, he can see our world." The Inquisitor looked thoughtful, then surprised Clary by changing the subject.

"Tell me about these runes." She gestured to the symbols glowing through the blue silk. Before Clary cold speak her father strode forward.

"Clarissa, whats one of your favorite memories?" Clary started to speak,but she was drowned out by her father and Imogen.

"You are not permitted to interrupt Morgenstern!"

"My daughter is not on trial, she is here to answer questions about me, not herself or her body. I let you ask your questions with regard to her blood and even that was a stretch. Move on Inquisitor you're starting to bend your own laws."

"- but it wasn't Simon that walked through the door, it was our father. He looked so shocked when the honey poured over his head. Me and Jonathan ran, scared to death of how angry he would be. We locked ourselves in his room and fell to the bed laughing." Clary smiled at the memory.

"Jonathan, your brother. Where is he?"

"Inquisitor.." Valentine started.

"Her questioning is to be about Mr. Morgenstern, Jonathan Morgenstern is a Mr. Morgenstern. Besides you claimed a different child under that name once, a child you kidnaped from his mothers womb. The Law requires I make sure the child you raised with your daughter truly is Jonathan Morgenstern."

"I saved Jason, Imogen try not to forget that your lovely daughter in law tried to take her own child to the pyre with her." Valentine sneered. Imogen glared at him before turning back to Clary.

"Tell me about Jonathan."

"Jonathan is my brother, he looks just like my father."

"Where is he?"

"With my father I assume." Warning bells were ringing in her ears, she started to fidget, her face screwed up with the effort to shut her mouth, she clenched her hands into fists.

"And does he support your father in his goals?"

"Yes." Clary answered threw clenched teeth. Everyone could she was fighting against the power of the Sword, but so far it wasn't working.

"And does he possess any unique abilities like you?" This was it. Clary's hands squeezed harder drawing blood. She pushed every ounce of power she had against the force trying to make her speak. The glowing of her hands, runes, wings, and eyes grew. There was so much power both her own and the Sword's that the force of her struggle caused a crack to form in the ceiling above. Dust rained down over Clary, who took no notice she was quickly losing the internal battle.

"Answer the question!"

"Yes little sister answer the question."

Beside Imogen, on the top step another illusion appeared. He looked at Clary her nose had started to bleed, and more small cracks appeared on the ceiling. She squeezed her fists tighter still, not even reacting to her brothers sudden appearance. The glowing grew brighter again,and the floor under her feet started to shake. People were yelling, but if Clary diverted her attention even enough to understand their words she would not be able to hold on any longer. She tasted blood in her mouth and felt more pouring out of her nose.

"I have greater demon blood, while my sister bleeds gold, I bleed black."

Jonathan's words somehow made it through to her. Her eyes snapped open, the tied of power she was holding back washed over her like a tidal wave. The force blasted Imogen back causing her to tumble down the steps. The image of Jonathan was unaffected, but several rocks rained down on Clary, and with them the Mortal Sword. She screamed as the Sword grazed her shoulder, and fell to her knee. Gritting her teeth against the pain she stood. The connection was broken between her and the Sword. She could no longer feel it's power, or the un natural happiness, but her own power still felt amplified. Everyone, even two Silent Brothers started rushing up the stairs. Before they reached the top Jonathan snapped his fingers. Black energy ran over his hand, and he became solid.

"Alright Clare?" He asked using the name he had given her when they were children. He walked over and picked up the Sword.

"Why did you tell Jonathan?! The Clave will never understand! Do you know what you've done?" He smiled at her panicked face. And it almost reached his eyes.

"I don't need you to protect me Clare. Besides you looked like you were having an aneurysm." He smirked wiping the blade of the Sword against his sleeve just as Imogen, James, and Jason arrived at the top of the dais.

"Jonathan." Clary said cautiously. "Put the Sword down." He smiled at Clary before looking at the others. He sneered when he saw Jason.

"Ah the angel boy, pleasure to meet you."

"Of course it is." Jason said sarcastically. "Put the Blade down." Jonathan sighed.

"I can't do that brother."

"I'm not your brother."

"Sure your not. Not by blood anyway."

He walked to the edge of the dais and jumped down. Two Silent Brothers converged on him trying to get the Sword back, but they only lasted a moment before falling to the Angel Blade in Jonathan's hand. Clary screamed, as everyone else ran at Jonathan pulling out weapons. Valentine was yelling for him to open the portal and get out. Jason, and James reached Jonathan and attacked. Black energy surged from Jonathan's hand and hit James sending him flying back. Clary watched in terror as Jonathan and Jason fought. Maryse and Imogen ran forward to help Jason, Simon was just watching unsure of what to do, and Rebecca was no where to be seen. Clary un-froze when she saw James sitting up with Lucian's help. Then James pulled out a small crossbow and aimed at Jonathan. She had no time to think, she jumped down and raced to her brother throwing herself in the path of two arrows aimed at his back. One went through her shoulder, and the other lodged in her stomach. Someone screamed, Clary was not sure who, she looked up, as she was about to fall to her knees Jonathan caught her. His face was a mask of panic for a moment. Clary smiled at him, it was only the second time she had ever seen such a look on his face. The first time being when her wings were branded on her back when they were small. Then it was gone and fury was in it's place. His eyes blacked out, covering even the whites. And black veins became visible over his cheekbones. His mouth moved but Clary couldn't hear him. Jonathan pulled out a dagger and threw it. He placed her on her side, and kissed her forehead.

"Thank you little sister, you'll be fine. I'll come back for you." She tried to respond, but couldn't speak. She reached out and touched his face with dripping gold fingers before darkness took her.