Okay so I felt really bad leaving you guys on that cliff hanger and decided to give you the next and final chapter. Yes boys and girls this is it. The final chapter of Bittersweet Reunion. Oh my gosh I am tearing up just writing this. I had written the ending so long ago and never dreamed it would be 33 chapters long. I really hope you guys enjoyed the story and will review. Writing these stories regardless of the face that the characters not being my own, still takes a part of you to write. Then to share that part with well literally the world is a little scary. It is comforting getting feedback and growing but also knowing that people enjoyed your story.
So here you go folks. The final chapter. Short and sweet.
**************** Chapter 33 *******************
"Clarissa Morgenstern, I do not tolerate being summoned. Your father has paid the price for this and you have been protected from my wrath by my own vow.
"But why Jonathan? He never did anything." She begged as tears fell down her face.
"He was an abomination. A human with my blood and demon blood in him. It was not something I could tolerate in my presence." The angel responded coldly.
There was no point in arguing. Her father and brother were dead and Jace was fighting against an army of demons back at the capital. Clary's heart felt like it had been broken in half. She was finding it hard to breath. Tears streamed down her face as she brought her hands up to hide her face. Raziel had released her from her mobility and silence bonds a few minutes ago. Although she was free to move and go to her brother now; she didn't. Her legs and her mind refused to do it. She didn't know the proper way to act while in the presence of an angel and it was only the love of her friends and people that kept her conscious. All she wanted was to stop thinking. To leave reality and hide in the darkest part of her mind never to see light again but she didn't. No not yet.
"I'm sorry…" she whispered. "I'm sorry that my father had summoned you but I assure you that his behavior does not reflect other Shadowhunters. Please spare my race and my loved ones."
"I am aware of the conflict going on right now child. I am disappointed that my children have behaved this way but I will not interfere. Heaven does not make it a habit to interfere with the dealings of men." The angel replied.
Clary nodded reluctantly.
"You are not aware Clarissa Morgenstern but I am compelled to grant one request to the person who has summoned me. Since you have placed your name on the mantel it is your request I must grant."
Clary looked taken back.
"What is it you desire my child?"
There was no need to think about it. Tears streamed down her face as she looked again to her brother's body.
"My brother." She whispered.
"Your brother is not dead my child." The angel replied softly making her tremble.
"What…I don't understand. The fire-"
"Heavens fire is the ultimate righteousness. It burns out all evil and it has burn out the evil in him. He was more good than evil and therefore survived the ordeal. I doubt he would have survived if it hadn't been for you my child. I freed him from the demon blood that was poisoning his system but I did not kill him."
Clary gasped.
"Thank you Raziel-"
"Do not thank me! It was my brother's Ithuriel wish that your brother be given a chance at redemption. I merely destroyed the abomination he was struggling to contain. It was a thank you to you Clarissa Morgenstern for setting Ithuriel free from his torment. Now what is your wish my child? So we may end this ceremony."
Clary looked up at the Angel's cold eyes. She always thought angels would be warm and loving. Magnus was right, they were nothing of the sort.
"Once this ceremony is over the Shadowhunters will no longer be able to summon you. Am I correct?"
"Yes." He answered curtly.
Clary nodded taking in a deep breath.
"I do not wish for that to happen. My wish is that you allow my kind a second chance. You allowed us this ceremony to summon you for a reason. While I am ignorant of that reason, I don't want my father's actions to destroy any aide my kind might need in the future."
With this request the angel looked disgusted.
"I beg your forgiveness and ask that the original summoning ceremony be reset. Please do not punish the Nephilim for the selfish views of my father." She pleaded.
Raziel's look of disgust turned soft. Well as soft as stone could look. It seemed like he understood.
"If that is your wish my child. Then I will return the energy taken. Those who died will return back to life and the ruins will be removed from the mantle."
With a wave of his hand the Mortal Sword and Cup rose from the Lake; landing in front of Clary. In another blast of light the Angel was gone.
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"Jonathan! Jonathan!"
He heard someone screaming his name but he couldn't move. His body was hot like it was on fire. The fire not only burned his skin like regular fire would but seemed to go right through his body. There was a fire in his veins and it was all he could do to stop screaming. He could feel someone put their head on his chest. Probably checking for his heart beat. He didn't know if he was going to make it through all of this but he hoped for Clary's sake he would.
His sister's face flashed in his mind and suddenly the voice screaming his name became clear. The fire in his veins died down and he opened his eyes slowly.
"Clary…" he whispered.
He smiled when he saw her leaning down over him. Jace was besides her sighing in relief.
"Thank the angel!" Jace smiled.
"Yeah…literally." Clary added.
Clary raised her hand and caressed his face. Something felt different. Normally he would fight not to be turned on by her touch but nothing. The thought of kissing her or doing anything of the sort actually seemed to disgust him.
"Your eyes. They're green Jonathan." Clary smiled.
"What?" he asked quietly.
"The angel removed the demon blood from your system. You're not poisoned anymore."
He looked up to see the tears of joy fall down her cheeks. He looked to Jace who was crying as well. He had never seen his brother cry since he was eight and Jonathan had accidently stabbed him while practicing knife throwing. Jace didn't look sad this time though. He looked overjoyed in that deep loving way that he looked at Clary sometimes. Jonathan thought his heart would beat out of his chest with joy.
"Do you feel alright?" Jace asked.
"Yeah, actually." He grinned. "I've never felt so light."
********************************* A year later ************************************
Clary stood next to Jace who had his arm wrapped around her. She was wearing a beautiful red dress with matching heels and the Herondale ring on her left ring finger. After Valentine's death her mother had told her that they did not have to get married if they didn't want to. As a matter of fact her mother didn't really want her to get married young like she had. Despite everything there feelings for each other hadn't changed. Even though they didn't intend to marry for a while they remained engaged.
They had both moved to New York and were staying with the Lightwoods at the institute. Mayrse and Robert had gone their separate ways after the battle. Robert wanted to stay in Idris and take the position left open by Michael. Apparently he had cheated on their mother a while ago. Something Isabelle let slip after a few drinks and a private heart to heart with Clary.
Isabelle and Simon walked in behind them. Isabelle loved a good party and the yearly remembrance ball was the event of the year. Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike dressed up and joined together once a year to honor those who gave their lives in the war. Isabelle and Simon had taken to each other immediately and things seemed to have gotten pretty serious since their first kiss in the Accords Hall. Simon visited his family often now but didn't tell them the full truth. It was a price to pay but having Isabelle and his friends made everything seem worth it.
Alec joined the group with Magnus's arm draped across his shoulder. Coming out to his parents had inspired the couple next to them Aline and Helen to come out as well. The group didn't care, as long as they were happy. Alec had moved out of the institute and was living with Magnus now. Clary missed him but more than that she envied him. Being away from all of the drama. The others talked but Clary's eyes were looking for one person in particular. Her eyes finally landed on him across the room talking to Vidia.
Her brother had stayed in Idris after the war. Once all of the testaments were over the Clave facing public pressure found all of them innocent including her mother. The other members of the circle who survived the battle, the ones not working with the Lightwoods and her mother were put to death. Once the public knew of the lack of action on the Clave's part after the group had given them warnings many of the officials left office. Somethings never changed. Many still hated Downworlders even after Clary had told them that the angel himself said that Downworlders possessed souls and were not on the same level as demons.
Clary looked at Jace who was in a deep conversation with his grandmother. Imogen still kept her position as inquisitor but visited New York monthly. She adored her grandson and teased the couple that she couldn't wait to have some great grandchildren before she weathered up and died.
Clary excused herself and hugged her brother. She missed him terribly but was happy to see that he had found happiness. Vidia still peaked his interest after his return. Many frowned at her brother for having a relationship with a faerie but he didn't care. After all the Blackwell children were half fay were they not?
Clary smiled.
"So are you going to mom's wedding or are you still fighting with her?" she asked.
Jonathan grunted.
"Of course I'm going I'm just not going to tell her that. Let her sweat it out for a bit." He teased.
"Somethings never change. When are you going to stop being a rebellious teenager and grow up? You're supposed to be the older more mature one." Clary squeaked.
Vidia and Jace laughed.
"She does have a point bro. Man up and go apologize to your mommy little Jonathan." Jace teased.
Jonathan squinted at him.
"Don't go there sleeping beauty. I may not have demon strength anymore but I can still kick your ass." Jonathan quirked.
"Oh, I would like to see you try." Jace taunted.
"Enough!" Magnus shouted. "I did not get dressed up for you two to ruin the entire ball with your quibbling."
"Since when do you need a reason to dress up?" Alec asked.
At this Magnus looked completely lost.
"Good point Alexander. Carry on you two."
Clary rolled her eyes. She was happy and she hoped things stayed that way. A part of her wished her father could see them now. He could have had this if only he wouldn't have let the darkness in his heart consume him. Clary sighed pushing the thought away. Jace held her closely to his body and whispered into her ear.
She smiled and looked up.
At the podium stood the new consul made up of Shadowhunter and Downworlders alike. Things were changing and for once the future looked bright.
The END