Cynthia's two months in the Silent City, guilty of being Valentine's daughter, was one of the hardest thing she'd ever faced. But no, not the hardest. The hardest was a week after her imprisonment when Jace came to visit.

The young mans feet echoed through the stone corridors and Cynthia looked up from her seat in the corner of the dark, dark room, her eyes watching as the cell was opened and he slipped inside. The room was lit up by witchlight.

"Cynthia," he just went, his voice cold. Cynthia couldn't be bothered to argue, or even talk. She looked down and stared at the stone floor.

"Don't ignore me."

She looked up. "Why not?"

"Because I want answers. For… everything. What you've done."

Cynthia frowned lightly at that, asking with her voice rough from lack of use, "I've never, ever done anything to hurt you Jace. Never."

"Liar."

"It's not a lie." Cynthia just sounded tired. She felt sick and her stomach hurt. It wasn't from her blood cravings, for the Silent Brothers had been giving it to her. It was something else. "I'd never do anything to hurt you Jace. I love you too much to-"

"Shut your filthy little mouth," Jace snarled out, his eyes narrowed. He was stood almost two meters away, but his hands were clenched into fists by his sides. He couldn't bring himself to hurt her though, no matter how angry.

"Whatever," Cynthia muttered, turning away and curling up upon the stone floor, closing her eyes lightly. She didn't care anymore. But she missed her father and Jonathan more than anything.

"You can lie and wait there forever, Cynthia. But they won't come. They will never come for you."

It was like he'd read her mind.

Cynthia ignored him and Jace took a step forward, crouching down before her and whispering out, aureate eyes blazing, "they're dead. They're both dead."

Her eyes snapped open at that, horror starting to spread through her veins after the numbness. She slowly but surely sat up and gazed at Jace. He looked almost smug. Even more so as he added, with no regret in his voice, "your Jonathan is dead, Cynthia Darkstone. And I was the one to kill him."

Crying. She was crying, Cynthia realized a moment later as something hot and wet splashed onto her hand. The fear was chilling her to the bone…

And then came the anger.

With a snarl, Cynthia came to life and punched him as hard as she could in the face, taking him aback. She was as fast as Jonathan had been, and just as deadly. With his nose bleeding profusely, Jace caught her wrists and twisted her around, slamming her against the wall and pressing her there, panting with his lips at her ear, blood invading his mouth from his broken nose, "you're going to rot down here for eternity, Cynthia. I can't… I can't believe I loved you. I loved you so, so much Cynthia, and you betrayed me."

Cynthia laughed darkly at that though her tears, spitting out against the wall that was digging into her cheek, "I knew you would never remember what I told you on that hill. I knew it."

Jace went to say something in response, but words failed him. He let the girl go and Cynthia saw pain in his eyes.

Miss. Darkstone is telling the truth.

Cynthia turned and stared at the Silent Brother that was stood outside her cell. He'd made no attempt to stop Jace. Maybe he knew what was going to happen, maybe not. But the words had an effect on Jace. His face drained of all colour and he just went, "I… I can't." He left, leaving Cynthia stood there with tears rolling down her face.

"Please," she asked the Silent Brother in a voice that cracked with emotion, "was he telling the truth? About Valentine? About J-Jonathan?"

A pause.

Monsters though they may have been, they meant so much to you. Family.

He didn't need to say anything else for Cynthia to know the truth. They really were dead.

A horrible choking sob escaped her lips as she sank to the floor, her eyes wide in horror. There was a hollow in her chest where her heart used to be.

No one in the Silent City comforted the demon girl as she lay upon the cold stone floor, curled up in a ball and sobbing her heart out.

She had lost everything.

-LightInYourNightmare-

Cynthia spiralled Deeper and deeper into darkness she fell. There were some days she didn't even want to live. Some in particular. Some days she just wanted to cry. Some she just begged for them to let her out. They never did. They gave her demon blood though, but never enough to satiate her. She burned sometimes. Lying there screaming with her hands over her ears as she heard the long dead spirits around her talk and whisper. Maybe it was Jonathan come back to haunt her. She wouldn't put it past him. Him or Valentine.

Every night without fail she dreamt of her demon boy. Wishing she'd kissed him one more time. She never discouraged the dreams, no matter how much they turned into nightmares. How else would she see him?

Tonight's dream was that she was lying in her narrow bed in the depths of the Silent City, the sound of screaming all around her. It was all done mentally; the Silent Brothers were paralyzed by an unknown attacker. The one outside her door collapsed and was still. She didn't care.

Cynthia lay with her head turned to the cell bars, staring as the boy appeared, his footsteps light. His cheek looked blackened with ash from a fire raging up at the surface level. She decided it suited him. It made his eyes look darker than they already were.

He opened the door and Cynthia stared- it was like he was alive again. Dressed in Shadowhunter gear, he looked perfectly ravishing. She wanted to run a hand up that chest and kiss him. Kiss him so hard and for so long they were out of breath.

Jonathan walked forwards, Morgenstern blade at his side. He sheathed it as he crouched down next to the girl, gazing at her with dark eyes for a moment before raising a hand and trailing it gently down her cheek. He said nothing for a start, but then went quietly, "what have they done to you, my beautiful one?"

Cynthia said nothing for a moment, then replied with a light snort, "you've never called me that before."

"No time like the present," Jonathan replied, cocking his head lightly. Cynthia shrugged and turned onto her side a little more, gazing at him. "Did it hurt?" she simply asked. Jonathan frowned at that and Cynthia elaborated. "When you died."

Jonathan cocked his head some more and realized with a short laugh, "I'm here Cyn."

"Of course. You've been here every single night. You won't leave me alone."

"I'm real," Jonathan snorted, grabbing Cynthia's hand and pressing it to over his heart so she could feel it pound against her palm. So full of life. Cynthia shrugged and closed her eyes. He needed to go away before she got upset. She missed him. So very, very much. It hurt. Like a fire burning in her chest. The hole was so big she knew it would never heal up.

Jonathan's head snapped around at the sound of movement behind him. A Silent Brother had regained consciousness and he knew it was either him or it. Cynthia rolled back over to face him as the crunch sounded- the blade had embedded itself in the Silent Brother's throat.

And she stared. Truly stared.

It wasn't possible. It… no.

Jonathan, with his blade looking as if it had been dipped in scarlet, just stomped over to her and told her gruffly, "up, now. We have to leave. I'm not dying again."

Cynthia hadn't stood in a week. Her legs wouldn't hold her weight. Jonathan snarled and shoved his blade into its sheath and roughly grabbed her arm, causing her to squeak in shock as he hauled her up into his arms. He gazed at her for a moment before saying quietly, "I would burn down the world to get you back Cynthia Darkstone. Without hesitation."

"Jonathan," Cynthia just breathed, her hand fisting into the back of his white blonde hair. He jerked away and just told her, "hang on, literally." She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on with whatever strength she had left.

There was fire. Fire everywhere. The Silent City was in flames.

All this just for me Cynthia realized as they dashed through the inferno. He'd set the city on fire, subdued the Silent Brothers just to get her back. Her. No one else. Just her.

Was she really that special to him? That he'd do something this insane? Plan something this… destructive, just to get her back in his arms?

Yes. He would and he had.

As soon as they passed the flames, she spied him twisting the ring upon his finger and they vanished.

-LightInYourNightmare-

Cynthia spent the next few days fast asleep in a bed. An actual bed. Nothing like her narrow, awful one in the Silent City. This one was warm, soft and comforting. Her strength started to return.

On the third day, she was roused from her sleep and pulled into a sitting position against someone's chest. She didn't want to open her eyes. The light from the lamp hurt them after her two months in the darkness.

Someone was coaxing her mouth open, a cup to her lips. What was inside tasted so good, yet filled her with horror. "Come on," the voice told her. It was gentle, and Cynthia knew it was never gentle like that.

She drank it all obediently, burying her face into his chest, inhaling that familiar smell she associated with him. It was dark, but not unpleasant. For now, he smelt like ashes. Like the Silent City.

Oh god that place.

Cynthia sat up so suddenly she surprised even herself. She shivered a little as the blood coursed through her. Strength returned to her limbs.

Jonathan was sat behind her, now resting back against the pillows that had been piled high. She didn't recognize the place. He watched her in silence for a moment, her eyes flickering back and forth around the room. It was in Jonathan's style, clothes everywhere, but she didn't recognize it.

She was scared. And tired. So very tired.

The demon boy didn't move as Cynthia raised a hand and tentatively touched his cheek. Her heart twinged with pain. It couldn't be real. It was an elaborate dream, had to be.

But then Jonathan leaned forwards and pressed a long and hard kiss to her lips. But a moment later, Cynthia flinched away with her eyes wide and as dark as ever. "No," she just whispered, "get off me." As Jonathan paused, she screamed it at him and pushed him away, eyes wide in horror. Jonathan was perplexed at her freaking out, snagging her wrists and holding her still, saying in a firm voice, "calm down."

"No," she just gasped out, shaking her head furiously, "no. No! Let me go!" He let go and Cynthia just sank to the floor and hid her face in her hands, sobbing into them. Her body was trembling and she was so very exhausted. Mentally and physically.

Jonathan just stood there, still confused. But he knew one thing-

The Silent City had broken her. Broken her so badly he had no idea how to fix her.

Or if that was even possible.