Cynthia rode through the night back home. It was halfway when she was suddenly hit by an 'attack' she was calling her need for demon blood.

Her horse slowed down as she yanked on the reins, but then she felt herself go numb. Before she even had time to scream, she fell sideways off her steed and onto the grassy floor, staring up at the sky with her throat on fire.

Cynthia just stared up at the sky feeling as if she was floating in a sea of darkness.

"Goodbye Jace" she found herself muttering out, finally letting all the emotions crash over her. She was only human. Cynthia just lay there sobbing as she realized everything was such a gigantic mess. She wept for the moment Jace realized who she really was, then thought she had used him all along. That she knew he and Clary weren't sisters and hadn't told him.

That she loved a demon boy.

That she was in love with that same demon boy.

There wasn't a light at the end of the tunnel, she was sure. If there was, it was a train coming to destroy her.

Like the demon blood was destroying her. Before long, she'd be a monster. She knew it.

Cynthia just lay there for how long she had no idea. But she was found eventually.

"Come on my dear-" Valentine sighed as he picked up the unconscious young woman into his arms and twisted the ring upon his finger.

When Cynthia came around, she found herself in her own bedroom, her memory patchy as to how she'd gotten there.

There were cups of black liquid sat next to her and she glowered at them, her eyes narrowed in hate- demon blood. Cynthia had half a mind to throw them away, but knew she needed them. That was the dilemma; drink them and change faster, or leave them and maybe die.

Either way, there was no escaping a grim fate.

In silence, Cynthia drank back the bitter tasting blood, swearing at every single spare breath she had. When she'd drank it all, she felt much, much better. But her body was attuned to Jonathan's blood, not this demon. Whatever it was, it made her feel sick. But she swallowed hard and kept it down. She had to.

Valentine was in the main room, knelt down in the middle of a pentagram, murmuring out a passage in Latin. The Mortal Sword was laid out before him and glowing darkly. Cynthia watched as the light flickered and made the mans white blonde hair seem almost black. When the light faded, he stood up and turned to her, asking "Your little blood attacks are getting rather unpredictable. Tell me- how long did it take for you to fall unconscious?"

Cynthia blinked, but replied with "It was sudden this time. Like… a blow to the chest. I had no time to react." A frown creased her face. "Father, please… if you do truly care about me, tell me what I need to do. I don't want to be this. I never wanted to be like this."

"I do care for you," Valentine told her, walking forwards until he was stood before her. "You are my daughter Cynthia. And it pains me what has happened to you. You're weak. You're dying." A pause. "I wanted to turn you into a dark princess and I did."

Cynthia had never seen him so human before. As she watched, he swallowed hard, admitting "I shouldn't have done it. I swore to stop with Jonathan. But no, I poisoned you as well." A sigh and the man looked old for the first time ever Cynthia noticed. He looked almost tired for a split second. Valentine patted his daughters shoulder as he told her quietly "Destroying you will always be my biggest sin. My biggest regret."

He walked off after that, taking the Mortal Sword with him.

She had no idea… but that was the last time she'd ever see him.

-LightInYourNightmare-

Even with the war raging, Cynthia slept. With her strength minimal, it was the only thing she could do. And she hated it.

She was worried. Worried for Jonathan, Jace, everyone in Alicante that she had met. Even blasted Clary.

When she came around again, feeling her strength more or less returned, she got to her feet and wandered through the house, calling "Dad?"

There was no answer.

Cynthia wandered down to 'the caves' as she called it. The place was more or less Valentine's, a place she wasn't allowed near as a young girl, but not anymore. She was a woman now. No child.

There were voices floating from the corridor, so she sighed in relief, calling "Dad?"

The voices fell silent and Cynthia wondered who he was with. Maybe Jonathan was back. Her heart leapt at the mere thought. But as she reached the room, she stopped dead with her eyes widening in pure horror-

Jace.

He was sat there with his hands bound and eyes hateful as he stared up at Jonathan, the tip of the Morgenstern sword at his Adams apple. But when Cynthia walked in, his expression changed to one of pure shock and surprise.

"Cyn-?" He muttered, staring at her for a long minuet. Cynthia started forwards and just growled out, shoving Jonathan aside "What have you done you bastard."

Jonathan laughed at that, tapping her hands with his sword as she went to untie Jace "Cyn, step aside."

"'Cyn?'" Jace went, eyes full of what could only be described as betrayal. He stared at Cynthia for a long moment once more before nodding out "You never left Valentine, did you?"

"No." Her voice was no more than a whisper.

"And him-" he jerked his head violently at Jonathan who was looking bored. "He's your lover, isn't he? Isn't he?!"

Cynthia could barely find the will to nod, but she did. She grabbed Jonathan's sword and sliced open the angel boys bounds before he could stop her, telling him "I meant what I told you the last time we met."

"Lies." Jace spat, hand shooting for his blade but Jonathan was faster. With a smooth elbow to the side of the head, he knocked Jace out.

Cynthia didn't even feel like crying as she stared at the boy lying upon the ground, his tangled honey colored hair in his closed eyes. Jonathan sheathed his blade and just stepped forwards, tugging all but the smallest blade from him and tossing it aside. He was even whistling cheerfully as he grabbed Jace's leg and proceeded to drag him outside, Cynthia following a moment later. Jonathan dumped him next to the stream and turned to the girl, telling her "He's going to try and kill you. Mark my words."

She shook her head, laughing out "This is Jace. He'd never hurt me."

"He will Cynthia. Leave. I don't want you to see me killing him."

"You are not killing him." Cynthia snarled, her eyes narrowing. "You even try and I will take you down."

There was a groan as Jace came around, and Cynthia glared at Jonathan as he went cheerfully. "That's a relief. I thought I had killed you a little too soon."

"Jace…" Cynthia went softly, kneeling down before him with her eyes wide. He flinched back from her, scoffing out "You lied to me about everything Cynthia. What wasn't a lie? And don't say the 'I love you' thing. Just… don't."

"Jace…" Cynthia groaned lightly, wishing she could hug him. "I'm still the girl you grew up with. Just because I grew up with Jonathan and Valentine, it doesn't change that." She let her guard down so much she didn't see the dagger in his hand that was about to sink into her chest, but Jonathan did. With a snarl, he kicked the angel boy in the chest and sent him flying backwards onto his back, saying coldly. "I don't appreciate the attempts on Cynthia's life, angel boy. Make another and I'll slay you where you lie."

Jace was truly glaring at Cynthia by now, spitting out "Monsters. You both belong together. Don't let me get in the way. You just used me the- wait. Do you know she had sex with me?"

With a snort, Jonathan told him coolly. "Of course. Purely to make me jealous."

"Both of you shut up!" Cynthia snarled and glanced between them. How different they were usually, but so similar now. Both their eyes were full of hate directed at the other. Jonathan was itching to run him through with the blade in his hand, she was sure. She loved them both. Jonathan in a way that she wanted to hold him, and Jace as a best friend. She couldn't let either get hurt.

"Cynthia, this is a personal matter. Sorry." Jonathan told her, and before she could react, he'd bought the hilt of the blade up and knocked her clean out.

As the darkness embraced her, Cynthia dreamed. It was nothing solid, but more like she was floating around in shadows, barely aware of the pair that were battling around her. A cacophony of sound and movement. Clashes of blades and yells. Yells of anger and pain.

Even when things fell silent, Cynthia couldn't, didn't wake up. She groaned lightly when she felt herself being picked up, but the arms were unfamiliar. Something burning white hot around her wrists.

Almost as if she was being shackled.