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**************** Chapter 32 *******************
"Simon!" Isabelle gasped as his lips left hers. Simon gave her his confident, cocky smile. He had kissed her in the middle of a crowd of shadowhunters and looked completely unashamed.
"If we die today I didn't want to leave this world without kissing you." He whispered.
She smiled at him sweetly. After a moment of reflection she sighed and pulled his face back down to kiss him. He was right. They very well might be dead in a few hours. What was the point of being modest? Then again Isabelle was rarely ever modest.
After a few minutes a grunt beside them caught their attention. Simon looked up and met the eyes of Robert Lightwood. Isabelle looked up and practically glared at her father.
"Although I am glad you found a suitable boyfriend Isabelle, it is almost time for the battle. We are making our way over now. We should do it together as a family." Robert looked at Simon.
"Simon is welcome to join us as well." He mused.
Normally her father would not be happy but after the shock his son gave him he was just happy to see his only daughter in a normal relationship. Isabelle nodded to her father.
"Are you ready to take on an army of demons led by a decrazed power-hungry Shadowhunter?" she asked.
"Did Luke Skywalker ever back down?" he smiled.
Isabelle raised an eyebrow.
"Umm."
"It's a Star Wars reference and no. I became a Shadowhunter for this sole purpose. Let's kill some demons love." Simon smiled.
Isabelle took his hand and together they met her parents at the front of the Accords Hall.
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"Jonathan." The beautiful faerie girl called out behind him.
The white haired young man turned around to face her. Vidia looked at him quietly as if she was fighting with herself; deciding rather or not to say what was on her mind.
"Vidia, I think we are past the point of not being able to speak freely with one another. Wouldn't you agree?" he smiled his dazzling smile.
Vidia looked at him as a light blush came to her cheeks. She looked back at him sweetly her stance becoming proud and confident once more.
"Don't die on my handsome!" she called.
"Oh, I haven't met the beast that came close to besting me in a fight sweetheart." He chuckled cockily.
He gave her a chide kiss before turning to take his place on the battlefield. He was just in time to watch the sun fall behind the mountains.
Jonathan set the faerie knights in a structured order. He had the archers to the rear and a few scattered throughout the trees where some of the warlocks were crutched hiding. The werewolves took the front lines as shadowhunters and vampires made up the center.
Everyone was in place and they were almost ready. They we're only missing one very important person…
Jace
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Jace laid the sleeping red head softly onto the bed. She was beautiful when she was sleeping. Her face relaxed while her long red hair cascaded over the pillow. Jace looked at her longingly before he gently brought his face down and kissed her lips sweetly.
"I'm sorry Clary. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you. I love you and I hope that when you wake up that you'll forgive me." He whispered taking the Herondale ring off and placing it back onto her left hand ring finger.
He slowly rose and was making his way to the door when he was Max in the door way. His blue eyes on him curiously.
"Jace what are you doing? Shouldn't you be with my brother and sister?" he asked. "And what happened to Clary? Is she okay?"
Jace smiled at the inquisitive child.
"Clary is too exhausted after creating all of those ruins to fight Max. I need you to stay and watch over her. Can you do that for me?" Jace asked innocently.
Max's eyes grew wide as he looked at Jace in awe.
"You mean you're giving me a mission? A real mission?" he asked excitedly.
Jace grinned. He was ecstatic at how easy it was to trick a child.
"Yes Max. Keeping watch over Clary is your mission. She is in a deep sleep and will wake up on her own in a few hours but if anything happens use this." He instructed handing Max a small vile. "If something happens and you're being attacked or something than put this in her mouth and she will wake up. Don't use it though unless it is an emergency. Got that?"
Max held the vile firmly in his hand before nodded his head up and down excitedly.
"I got it. I will watch over your fiancée Jace. You can count on me!" Max squealed.
Jace ruffled the boy's hair. Then taking one last look at the girl he loved he stepped out of the bedroom door and off to battle.
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"It's about time Jace!" Jonathan shouted.
Jace took his place right beside his brother out of breath from running. The sun had begun to set and the army was growing restless. The demons had yet to show and everyone was wondering if they had somehow been tricked. Jonathan knew his father though. Valentine wasn't one to back down. There was going to be a fight all right; he just hoped he was in the right place.
Jace saw Magnus's and Alec's figures huddled behind them. Alec was looking down at his glowing blue fingers. No doubt a result of their alliance ruin.
"I know, I'm amazing." Magnus chuckled.
It took a minuet for everyone's attention to move away from his late arrival but when it did Jace caught Jonathan's dark gaze.
"Is it done?" Jonathan asked.
Jace nodded his head in response. Jonathan let out a relaxing sigh.
"She will not be happy when she comes to Jonathan." Jace whispered.
At that moment someone shouted something up ahead. The crowd looked ahead until they spotted it too. A demon army bigger than any they had ever seen littered in the blue light of the sunset stood proudly on the opposite side of the valley. A small hush ran through the troops as everyone gazed in terror.
"Well, let's just hope we'll be there when she wakes up." Jonathan grunted before shouting commands to the archers.
"Archers! Release!" Jonathan shouted.
Arrows littered the battle field ahead of the group before the demons launched forward. The short horror was over and they were ready. Their army quickly following as everything erupted in chaos. The Werewolves took out a big group before the Shadowhunters and the others could attack.
Jonathan didn't see his father anywhere. This fact didn't bother him at first until one of the demons he slew laughed and jested how they would all die at the hands of their creator. At first he had thought the demon was referring to god but then it clicked.
Raziel. His father was going to summon Raziel.
He didn't think his old man was capable of such a feat really. Sure Valentine was powerful but summoning an angel was practically suicided. He must have found a way though. Nothing less than summoning Raziel himself would keep his father from this battle. Jonathan looked to the lake as Jace caught his eye. It took only a moment for him to process what Jonathan had just put together himself. For that he was thankful. Jace knew and understood him; it was as if the two could read each other's minds.
Jonathan leapt through the air effectively slicing the demon behind him in two. Despite Jace and his best efforts the number of demons kept multiplying. He had to keep going though. If he didn't get to the Lake in time who knows what Valentine would ask the angel. Jonathan leapt forward taking two more demons down before leaping into the trees. Jace knew, like Jonathan did, that one of them had to stay back and lead the others. Jonathan knew that Jace wanted to be the one to save Clary but he couldn't and wouldn't let that happen. No, this was his fight. Although Jonathan considered Jace his brother he knew that he would have to be the one to strike down their father. Valentine was going to die at the hands of his own son; his own monster.
He gave one last look to his brother who nodded before turning and jumping branch to branch towards Lake Lynne. He could hear Jace call out commands to the others behind him. The trees became a blur as he sliced down one demon after another. The roar of the battle growing fainter the closer he got to the Lake.
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She heard someone calling her from far away. The voice swam in and out as if wrapping itself around her thoughts before disappearing again. Clary finally forced her eyes to open as she jumped up spilling liquid all over herself. She coughed trying to dislodge the water from her windpipe.
"Clary! Clary!" a familiar voice called frantically.
She opened her eyes once more to see little Max standing in front of her.
"Clary wake up please!" he called.
"I'm awake Max!" she replied. "What is going on?"
"Jace told me to wake you up if it was an emergency. Well this is an emergency!" he said.
Clary turned and lifted herself off of the bed. Her body was still numb and her mind drowsy but things were clearing up. She was almost aware that her migraine was gone.
"I'm sure he did Max. Now how long have I been out?" she asked.
"About an hour. I'm sorry, I know you were tired but I had to tell you what I heard." He cried.
"Wait. What happened Max?" she asked.
"The angel Clary. Valentine is going to summon Raziel. I overheard a man talking to a projection of Valentine. I saw it with my own eyes Clary! He is on his way to the Lake to summon the angel. Something about the Lake being the mirror." Max replied.
Clary's eyes grew wide as she looked at Max sternly. She knew that her father had planned to summon the angel she just didn't think he was mad enough to actually go through with it. Summoning an angel was a death wish. That is why people summoned demons. Demons although tricky didn't kill you for bothering them. No, she thought it was impossible and didn't even think it worth mentioning to the Clave. He obviously found a way. She shouldn't have underestimated her father.
"When was this?" she asked hesitantly.
"Like right now or at least no more than two minutes ago." Max replied.
Clary nodded and pulled out the beautiful steel her father had given her for her last birthday. She ran to the nearest wall and began drawing a portal.
"What are you doing?" Max asked.
"I'm creating a portal to the lake. Max stay inside the house and don't let anyone in. I'm trusting you to man the fort." She commanded.
She saw him nod before she threw herself into the portal. The weightlessness and swirling made her stomach turn. She had forgotten how much she hated portaling. If it wasn't so convenient.
She didn't have any time to think before she found herself barreling head first into the lake. Clary turned around and couched up the disgusting lake water. She didn't intend to land in the stupid lake and cursed her haste when leaping through the portal. That mistake cost her time and probably more. She felt sick. The water was taking its toll on her.
She found out just how much more her haste cost her as a hand pulled her up by her neck. She gasped as she felt a Steele press against her skin.
She felt her legs go limp as the stranger brought a liquid to her lips and thrusted it down her throat. She coughed trying to catch her breath before he dropped her forcibly onto the ground. Clary looked up and screamed as she saw the dead body of Malachi Dieudonne lying next to her.
"It seems I will have to put a silence rune on you as well Clarissa?" her father's cold voice questioned.
Clary stopped screaming and struggled to turn her lifeless body to face her father. She met his gaze as his cold eyes bore into her.
"Father.." she began but was cut off.
"Save it! If you were not my blood I would have let you drown in that Lake but seeing how you went through the trouble to be here. I think it will be good for you to see for yourself the angel from which our power is descended. The angel with the extra blood that flows through your very veins my child.
"You can't be serious father."
"Oh I am deathly serious Clarissa. Once this is complete I will be the ruler of the Clave and all those who opposed me will be stripped of their power." He grinned.
"Dad please. Don't do this. Summoning an angel; you will be killed." She begged.
Despite everything a part of her did love her father. It was a very small part but still a part none the less. For all the evil he had done and all the pain he inflicted she knew that in his own way he had cared about her mother and her. She even saw the sparks of kindness when he looked at Jace and even rarely Jonathan. Mind you it wasn't enough to stop her from killing him but it was still something. Valentine seemed taken back by her sudden devotion.
"Don't pretend you care Clarissa.-"
"But I do care dad! You're my father. Why do you have to do this? You are giving us up, your wife, your children and for what? This? This thirst for power is blinding you father. Open up your eyes and see that before it's too late." She said as tears brimmed her eyes.
She looked into her father's cold eyes. It was as if she was looking into his dark soul and she knew. She just knew that her words had not reached his heart. He was too far gone for anything to save him now and she lowered her head in defeat; bracing herself for what she had to do next. She had to kill her father. There was no way that she could stand by idly and allow him to kill Nephilim and collaborate with demons.
"A touching speech Clarissa but just lies. Your brother told me of your betrayal." He hissed.
"He lied father. I have always been loyal to you. That is why I came." She looked up and thanked herself for being able to lie quickly.
Valentine looked at her and smiled.
"Ah my darling daughter. How the Morgenstern lies have always come naturally to you." He said pulling her up.
She smiled and didn't resist.
"It is too bad you don't have the poker face to go along with it. Clearly Jonathan taught you nothing-" he started.
"I don't know about nothing! It was enough to fool you for a few years." a voice behind them spoke up.
They both turned to see Jonathan standing, blade drawn braced for attack behind them.
"Jonathan my son. Well it looks like this has become a family affair." Valentine chuckled.
Jonathan glared at their father.
"Get your hands off of my sister." Jonathan commanded taking a step forward.
Valentine grinned in amusement as he dropped Clarissa unceremoniously back onto the ground.
"Oh yes. Lilith told me all about how much you care for your sister." He chuckled.
Jonathan eyes widen with rage as he lunged at his father. Jonathon rushed towards Valentine; blade drawn. Valentine skidded to the side but not quick enough to dodge the long Morgenstern blade.
"You're fast. It is a shame that I wasted my time training such an ungrateful son." Valentine hissed.
Blood ran down Valentine arm where Jonathan nicked him with the blade. He looked at the cut indifferently before flipping back effectively knocking the white haired boy to the ground. Jonathan grunted as he looked into his father's cold eyes. Clarissa lunged forward the immobility ruin finally rubbing off. She was throwing all of her strength into knocking her father off his balance. Valentine fell forward as the knife left his hand. Clarissa pushed herself off of her father as Jonathan screamed. She looked up and saw the blade buried in her brother's shoulder; just narrowly missing his heart.
Clary gasped as she turned her gaze back down to her father. Valentine had composed himself by now and was holding her wrist tightly.
"You were going to kill him? He is your son!" she shouted.
At this Valentine slapped her across the face. Clary froze as her other hand cupped her swollen cheek.
"I have waited my entire life for this moment and I'll be damned if I let my disobedient children get in my way!" her father shouted pulling her up to her feet by the back of her hair.
Clary attempted to struggle but he placed a new mobility and now a silence rune on her back before she could protest. She felt her body go limp once more as Valentine threw her through the air like a rag doll. She landed hard on the sand beside the summoning circle.
"Now, I will have no more interruptions from either of you!" he glared looking back to Jonathan.
Jonathan glared at him weakly trying not to move. This seemed to please Valentine who smiled picking up the Mortal Sword from the ground. He turned back towards the lake and took a few steps in before speaking in Latin.
Jonathan remained still looking on at his father with unadulterated hatred and sorrow. Clary was right. Their father didn't care about them. Jonathan couldn't help but feel relieved that Valentine cared for neither of his children. It wasn't just him. No, he wasn't the monster. It was they're father who was the monster and had always been. Even if Jonathan had been "normal" he would never have been worthy of his father's love.
Valentine was chanting the summoning spell in ancient Latin when Jonathan spied some movement out of the corner of his eye. Clarissa was dragging her body across the sand. He watched her intently as she finally stopped and dug her steel into the pillar. He held back his gasp as bright light illuminated the area around them just as his father finished the last of the words.
"Raziel"
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"Jace! We're losing ground." Isabelle shouted.
"Magnus hit the side of the hill with your energy!" Jace shouted.
At that Magnus grinned. He sent out a wave of energy hitting the top rocks sending a cascade of dirt and rock burying about 50 demons.
"Well that was a smart idea." Alec shouted.
"Yep. 50 down, a hundred left to go!" Jace commanded lunging forward.
At that moment the darkening sky light up into a flurry of gold and light. Jace halted his speed and looked up seeing a pair a golden wings littered with eyes above the trees. Alec and the others gasped beside him.
"What is that?" Helen asked.
"Raziel" Jace answered.
Damn it!
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"Mortal, you dare to summon me! I have forbid it!" The angel's voice boomed through their minds.
"Great Raziel I have summoned you to ask your-" Valentine began.
"I know what it is you come to ask Valentine. How the saint whose name you bears rolls in their grave knowing they have something in common with you." The Angel all but hissed.
Clary's body was sore and she was not able to move her arms anymore. She wanted to look away, bow her eyes down in respect but she couldn't. She couldn't take her eyes off of the angel before her. He was golden and hard. He reminded her of Jace. Jace, a feeling of pain erupted in her chest.
She should be mad at him and maybe she would be if they lived through this. She pushed those thoughts to the aside as she looked at the angel once more. He was beautiful but cold and menacing. His eyes seemed to lack human emotion.
"I have summoned you using the circle. I am protected and under such-"
"Your daughter is the one who is protected. It is her name on the summoning ritual. Not yours." The Angel replied.
Valentine looked at the circle of ruins on the pedestal and sand before looking at his daughter in shock.
"What have you done Clarissa?"
"Now Valentine I believe there is a matter of justice in the name of my brother Ithuriel." The angel spoke.
Valentine's eyes grew wide as an arrow shot through his body; piercing his heart.
Clary and Jonathan looked on in horror as their father's dead body fell and floated face down in the lake.
"No!" Jonathan shouted not able to control himself.
Tears streamed down Clary's face as the angel's gazed quickly turned onto her brother.
"As for you young Morgenstern. I shall purge this world of the abomination your father created!" Raziel spoke as heavenly fire engulfed her brother.
"No!" Clary tried to scream but nothing came out.
She watched helplessly as Jonathan screamed in agony as thick flames engulfed his body. Clary's eyes fell to the ground as she desperately tried to move her legs but it was no use. All Clary could stare at her brothers. The screaming stopped as the flames weathered away leaving her brothers lifeless body still on the grass.
"No.." she cried silently; tears littering her cheeks.
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*Runs for the hills* "Don't kill me!"