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Chapter 14:

Clary was startled by the words that had just come out of her mouth, but she had no other choice. It was either she join the war, or the people she loved die. But to her it was still selfish, that she was letting the whole world die out just for a select amount of people. The Queen was rambling on about how the world would such a better place without mundanes messing everything up. What did they ever do to her? Clary was just staring out the window behind Sebastian, all she saw was darkness, darkness was the only thing she was able to see these several days.

"Thank you for your company my Queen." Sebastian stood, pushing in the Seelie Queen's chair as she stood. "As for you, Jonathan." The corners of her mouth twisted up, then her smile drifted to Clary.

"Farewell Clarissa. When I see you again, trust me, you will be a different person," She was about to leave, but stopped. Delicately touching Sebastian's arm.

"Now you treat your sister well." She muttered, and walked eloquently and flawlessly away. Clary stared as Sebastian sat back down in his chair.

"Your scared of her." Clary hadn't realized what she even said, it was like she couldn't hold back her tongue. Sebastian gave her a glare, a long one at that.

"No one can scare me Clarissa. No one." He turned back to his food.

"Then why aren't you brutally torturing me right now?" She inquired. Sebastian banged his fist on the table, making everything rumble. Clary was startled, and decided it was time to shut her mouth. She moved away from the dining room, and sauntered back into the room she despised. She stood in front of the large window. She heard footsteps after her, and wasn't afraid to face her brother.

"Clarissa! You do not walk away from me!" He roared. She turned to face him with an emotionless expression.

"I can do whatever I want!" She fired back. A smile played at his lips and he just shook his head.

"Not anymore." He muttered through gritted teeth. Clary didn't know what he meant, she didn't have time to think about it. She heard another pair of footsteps. She felt the presence of a demon, and then she realized who it was. Lilith.

Alec wandered along the streets of Manhattan, he felt bad for leaving Jace, Simon, and Isabelle. He couldn't take it though, he was too torn from his breakup with Magnus. He wasn't in the mood to consult with faeries. He wasn't sure what he was doing, just walking in random corners, leaning against walls and watching homeless people. He felt empty, there was a hollow inside him, one he was yet to fill. He shoved his hands in his worn out jeans and walked along in puddles, the smell of sewage filled his nose thoroughly. Maybe it was time to go back home, he was out for hours. He knew the Institute anywhere, his feet drifting him back to his home. He smelled smoke as he walked, maybe a factory, but he sensed something was wrong.

He turned to the right, and that's when he felt his heart rip into pieces. The Institute was engulfed in flames. He ran towards his residence, his blue eyes widening in shock. There was no way in, he couldn't even know if his family was safe. He had to, even though he didn't want to. He had to call Magnus for a portal to Alicante.

Isabelle felt like the world was closing in on her. She was in a state of trauma. Her eyes were swollen and cried out. She just stood on the polished floor, staring into space. She lost her mother, her father, her brother. The pain was unbearable, she felt like ripping each and every sprite, pixie, maidservant, elf, nymph, kelpie, and nixie apart. But the other side of her felt like balling up in a corner and crying, but she tried to focus on her angry side, it wasn't as bad.

"Nephilim." Isabelle was startled to hear the Seelie Queen's voice. She passed Jace, and sat casually back on her throne.

"You monster!" Isabelle yelled, her head pounding form all her tears. The Queen simply chuckled.

"What do you want with us?" Jace inquired. Her eyes wandered to him slowly.

"Oh, we simply need you as a bargain with Clarissa." The Queen stated, as if they were to know why they were taken. Isabelle felt a microscopic twinge of happiness that Clary was alive, but it then faded instantly when she saw the picture of her mothers face singing a lullaby to her when she was a adolescent. She bent her head down, her dampened hair falling in her face, but it then shot up when she heard Simon growl, trying to yank away from the faeries. Isabelle never thought he'd be the first to rebel. He was stronger than she thought as well, he had already broken the chains from his wrist, turning around and snapping a faerie child's neck. The other faeries backed away in astonishment as the small body lay on the floor.

"Kill him." The Queen said in a faintly bored voice. Simon backed away as the faeries surrounded him. The faerie that had the machete in her hand advanced on Simon from behind him. Simon was too distracted by the other faeries to notice. Everything was happening too fast in Isabelle's eyes, she was about to call out Simons name, but then she heard anther set of growls.

The knife at her throat wasn't cool against her throat anymore, and there wasn't a tight grip on her shoulder. Isabelle then saw Kaelie running to the other side of the room, and the other faeries followed. Isabelle flipped her head around to see vampires, about four dozen, all hustled up, baring their fangs. Isabelle gasped as they killed faeries before her eyes, she heard was screaming and hissing. All she saw was blood. The last face she saw was Maureen's, her eyes fluttered closed as she fell to the floor.