Sudden attack of an army of demons came completely unexpected. I couldn't even say something, couldn't wonder, couldn't argue. Suddenly the demons were there, coming towards us.

The only good news for me was that I wasn't the target. While approaching, demons moved away from me, wanting to bypass me.

Amelia's words echoed in my mind. Only the Morgensterns.

But, I knew I would never allow it. The demons could either leave them alone, or take us all with them.

Luckily, I still had Seraph blades in my hands. If I hadn't, there was no chance I would have stopped claws that had run towards Jonathan in enormous speed. It was obvious that the order was to kill Jonathan and Clarissa, not to capture them. The claws had been going directly in the direction of Jonathan's heart. And he couldn't have pulled his blades out from his gear in time to defend himself.

But, I jumped and stretched my hand out, cutting off the claws with my blade. The demon vanished and by blocking its way I had given Jonathan enough time to grab his blades. In a second I felt his back leaning gently on mine, a touch that promised my back were guarded.

My sight was blocked by the biggest amount of demons I had ever seen. I could hear voices coming from somewhere outside the circle of demons that surrounded us and I recognized Jace's and Isabelle's voices who fought to protect Clarissa. I didn't hear Alec's, but I guessed he was with them.

I didn't understand. And I needed an explanation. Although I couldn't see any farther from the first row of demons, I yelled:

"Amelia, what the hell is this?!"

There was no answer. Demons were coming closer and closer. There was no time for explanation now. The battle was approaching. When it finally started, I faced with all of my strength, not allowing myself to get distracted.

I could hear sounds of Seraph blades striking the bodies of demons that reminded me of fire crackling. I could feel sweat on my forehead and on my palms while breath of demons was drifted in my face, hot like it was coming from hell itself.

I smelled awful scent of their bodies when I came closer to them, stabbing one after another with my blades, sending them back to whatever dimension they had come from.

But, during all that time, I never let Jonathan out of my sight. Whenever he wasn't touching me, whenever I didn't have physical evidence of his presence, my gaze looked for him, making sure he was alright. This fight was about saving him; he was the one whose death was wanted. And I had no intentions to let it happen. I knew I would defend him until last spark of my strength was gone, because I knew he would do the same for me.

He was fighting against enormous green-skinned demon with six legs which were trying to squash Jonathan like a bug. But, Jonathan smoothly avoided all of them and found a weakness in the demon's defence. His blade found its way through the legs and ran into demon's head. It squeaked loudly in high voice and then vanished.

My gaze met Jonathan's. As fast as I could, I looked for any sign of injuries on his body. I could see no heavy injuries, just few surface scratches that could easily be cured with few iratzes.

But, his breaths were shallow and there was sweat all over his skin. I knew he was getting tired as well as I was. Nevertheless, we both continued to fight.

But, I could see there were just too many demons to kill them all. For every demon we killed, two of them appeared in its place. And more of them were coming. I tried to look for New Yorkers, but the wall built of demons around me was too thick to see them. Among squeaking and screams of demons, I couldn't even hear their voices anymore. It seemed like the world beyond demons was gone, as if the only human beings left were Jonathan and I.

I had to put a lot more effort than before to keep my hands raised. Drops of sweat were falling into my eyes, blurring my sight. My legs became heavy and my movements weren't as swift as before. I could hear my heartbeat echoing in my ears, like drums announcing final moment.

I felt the blade slipping from my sweaty hand. I managed not to drop it, but at that moment of my distraction, one demon got near me and punched me with one of his limbs. Its punch catapulted me across the ground, away from Jonathan. When I landed on the ground, world around me was blurred, like I was looking at it through water.

I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head. It helped a bit, but then I saw the demon who had punched me coming closer again, like it had something personal against me, so important that it didn't follow commands and attacked Jonathan, but decided to finish me off.

I got up, trying to avoid the demon. I had dropped both of my Seraph blades when it had catapulted me and now I had no weapons, except for small, but sharp knife. The demon was twice my size, but therefore it was much slower than me. Now, when I was completely focused on it, I should have the advantage.

But, the fatigue streamed through my limbs, so I felt like I was carrying a bag full of rocks on my back. I was slower and my attacks weren't as precise as usually. Even that bulky demon was moving faster than me, thanks to its freshness. I couldn't stab him deep enough to seriously wound it. In fact, every scratch I made on its skin just made it angrier.

It managed to knock me down on the ground again. The fall knocked breath out of my lungs, but I remained conscious. While lying on the ground, I glanced towards the place where Jonathan fought.

Please, let him be alright. I prayed in a moment of hope. But, then my irony got the best of me. And if he has nothing to do, he could come and help me.

I could see Jonathan behind demon's leg and for a moment he saw me. His eyes narrowed and in a second he got rid of the demon he had been fighting and ran towards me. But, other demons figured out his intention and blocked his way.

My gaze returned to the demon right in front of me. It stood very close to me now, its hands grabbing me. Its sharp claws left deep scratches on my shoulder. Pain streamed through me, but I didn't waste my strength on screaming. If I wanted to perform what I had in mind, I had to save it until the last moment.

I still held the knife in my hand, hiding it from demon's yellowish-gray eyes. It raised me in the air, like a father would do with his child, pretending that the child flies. But, I was no child and my intention was to kill this creature that held me. My advantage was that this demon had no poison horns or anything like it. It killed with pure force, intending to crush me against the ground.

Since the demon was big, while it held me in the air, I could see what was happening around us. I saw Amelia, Thomas and the warlock standing away from the fight, looking like they didn't even care about it. I saw New Yorkers fighting not so far away from me, the Lightwoods forming a triangle around Clarissa. And then I saw Jonathan fighting alone against four or five demons at once with nobody to protect him.

I should be there, not losing my time in the claws of this awful creature. I thought and looked at demon's eyes. The moment was coming.

It pushed me down, his hands setting me free for few short moments before I hit the ground. In those moments I took aim at demon's neck where his skin wasn't so hard and threw the knife.

I didn't have time to check if my attack had succeeded. Something else drew my attention.

While I was falling onto the ground, only one scene mattered. It seemed like a dream, like it couldn't really be happening. Time slowed down, it seemed to me like I had been falling for hours. The better word for it was probably nightmare.

I felt like I was drowning. I couldn't breathe, like all the air was suddenly gone. My mind didn't want to accept it, it seemed like it made my body suffocate just so it could stifle the picture in front of me.

It's impossible. I thought. It can't be. It can't be.

But, I couldn't deny it, no matter how much I wanted to do it. It was real, undeniable and shocking. It felt like world was on the brink of destruction. Just because of one scene. The one that would hunt me for the rest of my life.

I closed my eyes, trying to deny it once again and stop tears from falling at the same time. But, it was still behind my eyelids, inerasable like it had been impressed into them: Jonathan, his chest covered with blood, a demon's horn run into his body all the way from his back to his chest, falling on the ground like he would never stand up again.