The pain from last night increased when I woke up. I slowly opened my eyes, hoping I wouldn't still be tied to the chair, but I was. The rope was digging into my skin and my hands felt like they were on fire. I again tried to get free but all I did was tip the chair onto its side.

It made a loud bang, which caught Jonathan's attention. He came out of one of the bedrooms and pulled the chair back up. He made sure the ropes hadn't loosened and then he pulled a chair up to mine.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked as he sat down in front of me.

"Because I don't want to be alone. I want someone just as screwed up as I am by my side," Jonathan said, shifting in his chair. "When I was a kid, Valentine would tell me how my mother hated me and that she stole you and Clary away from us. He told me how strong you would be one day and that I would have to be the twin to train you. I was so excited to meet you and Clary. Me and you could be an evil duo and Clary could be our third."

"Mom never hated you. She kept a box underneath her bed with your initials on it. On your birthday, she would lock her bedroom door and cry for hours. And that evil duo thing is never going to happen of my own free will," I said in a serious tone.

"Once you go rabid, you won't want to be a good guy anymore. You'll want to kill and you'll like it because it will keep that tingly feeling away. You won't feel like lava is scorching your veins or that pest of a conscience you have. It just vanishes, like that," Jonathan said with a snap of his fingers.

"I would rather feel pain than none at all, so I know I'm still human," I said.

"There isn't much human left inside you. And soon there won't be any," Jonathan said as Valentine walked into the room, the soul sword on his back.

"Ready, Jonathan?" Valentine asked.

"Of course."

"Where are...you...go...ing?" I asked, clenching my teeth and fists.

"The only way to rid the world of evil is to have all three mortal instruments. We only have two…" Valentine said with a smile.

"You're after the mortal mirror..." I said in realization.

"And we know exactly where to begin," Valentine said as he and Jonathan activated their cloaking runes. Jonathan opened the front door as Valentine went through. Both of them gave me a smile as they exited the apartment; leaving me to be in agony alone.

After leaving the apartment, they headed toward an old antiques shop only a few blocks away. It was a place you'd walk past and never notice, the perfect place for hidden treasure. Once inside they would have to uncloak themselves, revealing Valentine. So Jonathan went in first to not raise suspicion.

He entered through the front door at the chime of a bell. The man behind the counter sat up straight with a smile. He looked mid-forties but his nails were sharp. An attribute some warlocks got at birth. What interested Jonathan the most was the tattoo on the man's arm. This venture was only supposed to be a guess but the tattoo told Jonathan, for certain, this man knew where the mirror was.

"May I help you?" Asked the warlock.

"Yes, I think you can," Jonathan said, coming up to the counter.

"What is it you're looking for?" Asked the warlock.

"I'm looking for a mirror."

"I have many antique mirrors of all shapes and sizes," Said the warlock, pointing over to the back corner.

"Oh, I don't think you'd have this mirror on display. It's ancient and similar to that tattoo you have on your wrist," Jonathan said as the warlock's face went dark.

"That mirror isn't for sale." Said the warlock

"I wasn't asking," Jonathan said, pulling out a long blade.

"And I'm not selling." Said, the warlock, as he waved his arms around, collecting a ball of wind and throwing it at Jonathan. The ball hit Jonathan in the middle of the chest and sent him flying through a wall onto the front sidewalk.

"What happened?" Valentine asked.

"I tried to get answers and he threw me through a wall. So, I'm going to try a more agony-filled approach," Jonathan said as his eyes went dark.

He pulled himself up and headed back into the building. The warlock started throwing stuff at Jonathan like clocks, vases, and mirrors. One of the glass shards hit him in the face and cut him deep enough to bleed. He wiped it away as the wound healed. Blood splattered on some of the floors.

Jonathan, done with these games, used his speed to scare the warlock. One minute he was by the front door, the next he was right in front of the warlock's face. The warlock looked terrified but he was also stubborn and loyal.

"Where's the mirror, warlock?" Jonathan asked.

"Jocelyn told me about you. Jonathan, it isn't necessary to follow in your father's footsteps, even if the darkness in you urges you to." Said the warlock

"I said, where is the mirror?!" Jonathan repeated, completely ignoring what the warlock just said.

"I'm sorry, I promised Jocelyn," Said, the warlock, as he began to whisper some weird language under his breath.

"Valentine!" Jonathan yelled as Valentine came running in. When they both looked down the warlock was convulsing.

"What did you do?!" Valentine yelled as blood spilled from the warlock's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

"I didn't even touch him!" Jonathan yelled back as the warlock slumped over, dead.

"Damn it!" Valentine groaned as he smacked a vase off the counter, causing it to shatter into a million little pieces. "He must have used a suicide spell. Jocelyn knew I'd come for him someday so she covered her tracks."

"The tattoo is gone," Jonathan said, examining the body's arm.

"It must have…" Valentine began, as voices could be heard up the road, familiar voices.

"Shit, Clary and Jace."

"I'm going hide around back and you get anything you can from them. I'll activate my hearing rune so I'll be informed. Good luck," Valentine said, running out a side door. Jonathan snuck out another door and hid until it was the right time to be revealed.


"What'd you tell the Clave?" Jace asked as the group walked over to one of the consoles.

"I told them that an anonymous source got me the info and that they even left a note. The Clave sent a representative, safely, and discovered I was right. They are upping guards around the city and if we see anything suspicious we're supposed to tell them," Alec explained.

"Why do I feel like there's more?" Jace egged.

"Inquisitor Herondale wants everyone on the lookout for Carly as well. If we see her, we have orders to take her in," Alec admitted.

"Why? Why are we supposed to look out for Carly?" Clary asked, tone rising.

"From what they found in those journals they know how dangerous she and Jonathan are and will be. The Inquisitor wants to protect everyone. If anyone sees Carly they are supposed to take her in. The Inquisitor is hoping Carly will know where to find Jonathan and maybe even Valentine," Alec explained.

"But she might not even know about Valentine or Jonathan," Isabelle whined.

"That is true but the Clave wants to cover all their bases."

"Any other bad news you have for us?" Asked Clary

"You have another mission. Because of all the chaos lately, the Clave wants to secure their assets. Valentine has the cup and the sword went missing last night..." Alec began.

"How did the soul sword go missing?" Jace asked quietly just in case no one else knew.

"They don't know. But Valentine was definitely behind it or Jonathan was. It looks like some type of magic but I have never seen anything like it," Alec whispered.

"Maybe it was a warlock." Isabelle suggested.

"I'm going to have Magnus look at it before we come to any conclusions. But while I'm doing that the Clave wants you guys to find the mortal mirror," Alec ordered.

"How are we supposed to find a mortal instrument with nothing to go on?" Jace asked.

Alec turned to Clary. "Supposedly, your mother hid it from Valentine. Clary, do you know anyone she would trust this secret to?"

"I don't know. I never really knew any of mom's friends except…" Clary began

"Except who?"

"Mr. Randall. He used to bring over cookies every once in a while. He has an antique shop on the edge of town. Not a lot of people want antiques these days so the shop usually goes unnoticed," Clary explained.

"Then there's your first clue."

Jace, Clary, and Isabelle headed for the shop. A 20-minute walk later they arrived and what they found was not what they were expecting. The shop's lights were flickering and there was a giant hole next to the front entrance. Clary went through first, stepping on broken glass. It looked like a tornado ripped the place apart; destroying everything in its wake. Isabelle and Jace followed after as Clary noticed Mr. Randall sprawled out on the floor. She ran to his side and cringed back at the sight of his condition.

"He used a suicide spell. Whatever he was hiding must have been really important. No warlock would use this type of spell if it weren't for something important," Isabelle said.

"What happened?" Jonathan asked, suddenly appearing in the doorway.

"Sebastian, what are you doing here?" Jace asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I was dealing with business down the road and saw you guys run over here. Just wanted to see if I could help," Jonathan said.

"We're following up on a clue about the mortal mirror but our clue is now dead. So, we're at a dead end," Isabelle admitted.

"Not completely, look over there," Clary said, pointing to a puddle of black liquid. Jace knelt down and swirled his finger in it. He then lifted his finger and put it up to his nose and sniffed. He recognized the smell instantly and wiped his hand off on his pants.

"It's demon blood."

"Jonathan must've killed Mr. Randall. A normal demon would have been taken out easily by a warlock. Jonathan's in the city," Clary realized with horror.

"Jonathan?" Jonathan asked.

"Jonathan is Clary's brother and Carly's twin. He got experimented on with demon blood, just like Carly did. We thought he might have taken Valentine but now we know for sure," Isabelle said.

"Why would he kidnap Valentine?" Jonathan asked with a dark tint to his eyes.

"My guess is revenge. All those experiments and beatings can change a person. It screws you up and I would give anything to beat the crap out of him myself." Jace shrugged.

"I don't think he took him for revenge. He has been treated like garbage his entire life. I think he took him so they could finally be a "happy" family. Complete Valentine's goal for destruction and Jonathan will get the father he always wanted," Isabelle said.

"This Jonathan sounds damaged," Jonathan admitted, hiding some of his anger. He could not let them know who he was, not yet anyway.

"He is damaged but it's not his fault. Valentine made him this monster. I just want my sister and my brother back without them being evil. We'll fix it, I know we will," Clary said with hope in her eyes.

"I don't think it'll be that easy." Jonathan shrugged.

"Maybe not but trying is better than doing nothing at all," Clary said as a figure ran into the shop. The shadowhunters got into battle stances but quickly faltered when they noticed it was Dot. She looked scared and beaten.

"Dot. I thought Valentine…" Clary began.

"When he got captured, I snuck away and jumped ship. I've been hiding the last few days, trying to get my strength back. But that's not why I tracked you down. A few minutes ago my wrist started to burn and when I lifted up my sleeve, this mark was there," Dot said, pulling up her sleeve to reveal a tattoo. The same tattoo Mr. Randall had an hour ago. Jonathan hid his smile and played along.

"What is that?" Jonathan asked, sounding genuinely confused and worried.

"You tell me," Dot said as the other three analyzed the mark. But none of them had ever seen it before.

"Alec was going to go to Magnus' to analyze something, why don't we grab that and take you to him. Magnus has been around for a very long time, he's got to know something," Jace suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," Dot said, covering her arm back up.

"Do you want me to come with you guys? I could be backup," Jonathan asked.

"No, you've helped with a lot the last few days. I don't want to put you in danger," Clary insisted.

Jonathan nodded. "Alright, I'll call the institute so they can deal with this mess. You guys get going. If it is serious you should handle it as soon as possible."

"Thank you."

Clary lead Dot, Jace, and Isabelle toward Magnus'. Once they were out of sight, Valentine came back into the building and up to Jonathan.

"What's our next move?" Jonathan asked.

"Dot might not know it yet but she is the key to the mirror. I want you to go back to the Institute and find something of Clary's. Track her and when you think they are close to finding the mirror, call me. Distract them and I'll get Carly into position," Valentine planned.

"What are you going to be doing?" Jonathan asked.

"I have a few cards up my sleeve."


Clary and the others picked up the residue left from whoever stole the sword and headed to Magnus'. Not knowing Jonathan was following quietly behind. When they arrived, Simon and Ethan were already there.

"Magnus, we need your help," Clary said as she brought Dot in, causing Magnus to get to his feet.

"Dot?" Ethan asked, not sure if he was actually seeing what he was seeing.

"Ethan." Dot said as they ran up to each other with a hug. Isabelle noticed this but she wasn't jealous, she knew they were just friends. And they were.

"I thought Valentine killed you…"

"He almost did but when you all finally captured him, I ran and didn't stop running. That is until this mark showed up," Dot said, pointing at her wrist.

"What mark?" Magnus asked as Dot stepped toward him. When she did, Ethan made his way to Isabelle and they squeezed each other almost to the point of suffocation.

"You okay?" Ethan asked.

"As long as you're by my side, I'll always be okay."

Since it was "hugging time" Simon made his way over to Clary and gave her a tight hug. "I worry for you, Fray."

"I worry for you too," Clary said, hugging him back as they turned their attention to the situation at hand.

"Do you know what this tattoo means?" Dot asked, lifting up her sleeve. Magnus took her hand and analyzed the mark. Realization clicked in his eyes and his face went serious.

"Yeah, I've seen it before in documents I "borrowed" from the Clave. It's a symbol for the Mortal Mirror," Magnus said.

"Why would a mark like that appear on me?" Dot asked.

"When Jocelyn stole the Mortal Cup and Mirror, she hid them in hard-to-reach places. She needed someone to guard them. With the cup she hid it in a card, only Clary could get into. With the mirror, she put a keeper on watch with this tattoo. She told me that whoever had the mark was close to her and would know what to do," Magnus said as Dot dropped down on the couch.

"She stole the mirror too?" Simon asked with surprise.

"Yeah, my mom did a lot of things we didn't know about," Clary said with some disdain in her voice.

"So, you're saying that Dot is the new keeper of the Mortal Mirror?" Ethan asked.

"Great…" Dot groaned.

"Dot this is a good thing," Magnus insisted.

"It is?" Jace asked.

"The keeper of the mirror has a connection to it. Meaning if you follow the connection, you can find the mirror. Ask yourself where the mirror is and the tattoo should show you the way," Magnus explained.

"That easy?" Isabelle asked.

"Before we go on our merry way, this residue was left at the scene of something stolen from the Institute. The Clave thinks it's from magic but they aren't sure," Jace said, handing Magnus a vial of grey dust. Magnus grabbed hold of it and analyzed the vial. He shook it, poured some onto his hand, and even tasted some of it.

"You found this at the crime scene?" Magnus asked with awe and confusion.

"Yeah, that's all that was left," Isabelle admitted.

"It looks like ash," Simon pointed out.

"It is but it's not from Earth. Not this plane of existence anyway," Magnus admitted.

"What is it then?" Ethan asked.

"It's ash from the pits of Edom. I've only seen it on one other occasion and that was centuries ago. You see when a demon touches something angelic it burns their skin. But smart and old demons know that rubbing Edom ash on their hands make a barrier. It allows them to touch angelic weapons for a short period of time. Whoever stole from the Clave was very old or has done their research," Magnus explained.

"How did a demon get past the sensors?" Clary asked.

"If they're possessing someone, it's possible." Jace shrugged.

"Worry about your stolen artifact later. I would really like this tattoo gone," Dot whined, showing off her wrist once again.

"Alright, let's go. Then we can worry about finding this mysterious stealing demon afterward," Clary said as the group headed for the door. "Thank you, Magnus."

"Always here to help."

Simon quickly got up from the couch and blurted out. "Me and Ethan are coming with you guys."

"We don't need backup," Jace groaned.

"If Carly is with the bad guys, I'm going to be there if she shows up," Simon insisted.

"And I'll help out too," Ethan said.

"Dot, you ready?" Clary asked.

"Yeah, and I know exactly where the mirror is," Dot said as her eyes lit up a bright blue. The same color as the tattoo. The group headed out the door but before they vanished, Magnus grabbed Simon's arm.

"Magnus, I have to go," Simon said, pulling his arm out of Magnus' grasp.

"Have you decided what you're going to do about, Carly?" Magnus asked.

"Have you found anything else to save her? A spell, ceremony or anything that could help?" Simon asked in an annoyed tone.

"It's not something they kept heavy notes on, Simon. This was something the Clave buried under hundreds of firewalls. They burned most of their notes except the basic facts. I have nothing to go on. I've looked through every grimoire I have in my home and even asked a few of my oldest friends but no one knows how to fix this without damning Carly further," Magnus said, agitated at Simon's tone.

Simon looked down at his feet with a whisper. "I'm sorry for snapping at you. I know you've tried your best."

"Have you decided what you're going to do?" Magnus asked once more.

"Do I have a choice in the matter? There is only one way to fix her and there's nothing else I can do. Either I turn her into a vampire or she becomes evil and demonic. I just want her to be happy, to live a day without her life in danger or being a broken shell. I love her Magnus and I will not lose her," Simon sighed.

"Good luck, Simon."

"Thank you, I'm gonna need it," Simon said, running after the group.