Chapter 12:

The ground below Jace's feet started to shake. By the angel, what is going on? Was it the faeries? How could they get hold of such weaponry? There was no time to think, Jace slid his swords and knives in his pockets, then grabbed his seraph blade. "Malik!" The blade lit up, illuminating Jace's dim lighted room. Jace dashed out to the corridor. Another explosion hit, it was so powerful he slid of his feet. Then he saw the orange-red dangerous fire creeping up the stairs. Damn it. He thought as he got to his feet. Isabelle. His sisters name appeared in his head. "Isabelle!" He yelled as he scattered to her room. He swung the door open, and saw no one. Crap. Maryse and Robert were probably downstairs as well. He had to get to the first floor one way or another. He reached the middle of the staircase, where the fire was almost near him. "I'm going to kill myself." He muttered as he made an epic jump over the flames, he already had fire in him anyway. He tumbled and then landed on his feet on the marble floor. "Jace! Jace Help!" He heard Maryse's voice. The library.

He headed straight in that direction. The library was covered in flames, books and shelves crashing down. Not once in Jace's life, had he thought he would see the Institute going down in the fire, and left as rubble and ashes. He scanned the room, and all the way in the right corner. He saw Maryse, Meliorn had his blade held to her throat. Where he was seemed to be the only place not covered in flames. They stood by a large shattered window that Jace had grown to like because it brought so many light into one room, now it was broken. "Let her go!" Jace yelled over the sound of the crackling flames and things being destroyed. Meliorn was ... Grinning. He seemed to waiting for Jace to make a move. The only way Jace could get to her was to run through the fire. This is definitely a suicide mission. Jace thought. Maybe Alec could... Wait... Where is Alec? Jace had just realized that Alec had gone with them to the Seelie Queen. How had Jace not noticed that Alec was gone? Where did he go? Jace thought was interrupted by Maryse's cry. He was about to move, but he saw someone... Lying next to Maryse's feet. Robert. Blood spilled out his throat profusely. He's dead. Jace felt his blood start to boil, all he felt was anger. He ran through the flames with a roar, and was astonished not to feel even a singe of pain. The Heavenly Fire protected him, his skin glowed brightly. He reached Meliorn, and Jace's golden eyes met with his dark green ones. Jace moved for Meliorn, but Meliorn didn't hesitate to slice Maryse's throat. Her eyes fluttered closed as she fell to the ground. "Mom!" Jace knelt down to his adoptive mothers limp body. Meliorn stood over him with a chuckle. Jace had never felt so angry in his life. He slowly stood and slashed at Meliorn. He didn't catch him, but Jace didn't hesitate to make another swing. The blade punctured Meliorn in the stomach. Meliorn stumbled back and fell to the floor, crying out in pain. Jace stood over him. "I hope you go to Hell." Jace stabbed Meliorn once more in the heart, he had shed his last breath. Jace dropped his bloody blade and ran to his parents, these were the people he'd grown to love, although he'd never really shown it. A tear slowly trickled down his face. The boy who never cried. "Mom! Dad!" Jace was surprised to hear Isabelle's wail, his head shot up. He saw the faeries coming towards him like an army. He could barely make out their silhouettes from the thick smoke that filled Jace's lungs and clouded his eyes. "Shadowhunter, we will not kill your friends if you come to us as prisoner." Jace saw the mouth move of a faerie girl, she looked obedient and innocent, but was probably everything but that. Jace squinted to see more clearly, Isabelle was cuffed, and Simon was standing next to her, in chains as well. A blade at Isabelle's throat, and what seemed to be a machete, but much shinier and shaper, touching the back of Simon's neck. So if I try to run they will slice Isabelle's throat and behead Simon. Jace dropped his seraph blade instantly, no more risking lives. He threw his hands up, surrendering himself.

Clary couldn't sleep, she sat on the bed in the grand room. No demon cuffs, nothing restraining her from running. She knew better than to try to escape now. There's not a place in the world I won't find you. Clary thought of what her brother once said, or it was something like that. Her memory of when she Idris was almost faded away from her mind. It had been merely a day since she escaped, but it felt like years. Stupid, stupid Clary. Why didn't you draw a portal rune when you had a chance? Clary thought. Maybe she was in auto pilot when she was fleeing, not really thinking, just doing. "My dear little sister." Clary was startled by Sebastian voice as he came through the door and sat next to her. She wanted to attack him, that's pretty much the first thing she thought when she'd seen him. No Clary, no... Remember who he is. A sly grin spread across his pale face, and he examined her for a moment before speaking.

"We have a.. Special visitor here. Get dressed, I'm sure you can choose a flattering outfit. Whatever you wear is most flattering to me." Sebastian eyes lingered. Clary rolled her eyes obnoxiously at her disgusting brother. He stroked her carrot-red curls one last time, and then leaving the room. She felt like she could breathe again. She felt like a robot, just doing whatever he says and when he says it. It was like what made Clary was being diminished every time Sebastian would lay one hand on her. It was odd, whenever Sebastian would hurt her, he would heal her a couple of hours later, and do something else. Clary didn't care about cuts or bruises, she cared about scars that she could never heal. Sebastian had definitely did wrecking damage to her mind, that she would carry on for the rest of her life. Clary moved towards the dresser, and grumbled when all she saw was expensive dresses coming from unknown places. She wished she could blink and jeans and a t-shirt would appear. Did I really want jeans to appear when I'm in a life or death situation? Clary thought to herself. She searched in the clothes to find anything that suited her. She was happy to find black pants, and a long-sleeve velvet blouse. Wait? Do I actually look ... decent? Clary thought as she saw herself in the mirror. She picked up her brush at the end table, and her knotty curls had turned into soft waves. "Nice choice of clothes." Sebastian had come back. He had something in his hand. He put it down on the end table next to Clary, and she saw what it was. The Morgenstern ring. She gaped and the first person she thought of was Jace. Her beloved Jace.. Herondale, Morgenstern, Lightwood, Wayland. She cracked a smile at the thought of his golden gorgeous eyes, his pale blond hair and lean body. "Well, you actually look pretty enough for who you are about to see. Not much of a shocker who it is, anyway." Sebastian shrugged and moved Clary's hair back from her shoulders and put the necklace on her. The cold touch of it on Clary's collarbone reminded her of when she first put it on and the note Jace had left her. She reached to touch it, and she actually felt a form of comfort that she hadn't felt in days. The only person I would want to look pretty for is Jace. Clary wanted to say that so much to Sebastian, but she knew she would only get a horrible reaction. "Let's go." Sebastian moved ushered Clary forward him, they moved into the hallway to the dining room. Clary froze when she saw the Seelie Queen.

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