Once the group made it through the portal, Clary's eyes were puffy and tears streamed down her cheeks. Simon had healed on the way so when they arrived he took her into a hug and squeezed. Jace and Izzy headed into the Institute while Ethan went to inform Magnus of what happened. Clary dug her face into Simon's shoulder and sobbed. They stood there hugging for what felt like hours when it had only been a few minutes.

"Dot's dead isn't she?" Clary asked.

"We don't know that for sure," Simon said, sounding doubtful.

"Did you see the look in Carly's eyes? There is no way Dot is alive. If Carly didn't kill her, Jonathan did," Clary cried.

"She knew by sending us away, she was taking a risk. Dot knew what she was doing," Simon said.

"Carly looked so monstrous..." Clary said, thinking aloud.

"It's not the real Carly, remember that," Simon insisted. "She's in there. And I'll be the one to bring her back."

"Are you sure you can do it?" Clary asked.

"I can do it," Simon said, wiping away one of Clary's tears as he tried to sound as confident as he could. He knew he could bite me but he just wasn't sure if he'd stop in time, "Go deal with the mirror."

"What are you going to do?" Clary asked.

"Call me if you find anything on Carly or Jonathan, and I'll be here. Until then I'll be preparing for the task I have to complete," Simon said as he vanished into the black of night.

Clary dried her face and took a few deep breaths. Then she went through the front doors and found Isabelle and Jace near the entrance. They looked up with worry but Clary ignored it and got to business. She didn't need pity, all she needed was to save me and everyone else.

"Where's the mirror?" Clary asked.

"It's in the lowest level of the Institute, hidden behind almost twenty guards," Jace explained.

"You guys found it?" Jonathan asked, walking up to the group.

"Yeah and now it's in the lowest level, which no demon can enter. So whatever demon got in last time, doesn't have a chance," Isabelle said as Jonathan gave a small smile. Accepting her challenge.

"What do we do now?" Clary asked.

"We figure out what demon stole the sword. This demon knows about Edom ash, had the cunning to steal a mortal instrument, and can get through hundreds of wards," Jace said.

"Edom ash?" Jonathan asked with a hint of worry. He was hoping it'd take them longer to figure out that part of the plan.

"It's this type of ash from the pits of Edom. Older demons or ones that study know that rubbing the ash onto their hands, lets them touch angelic weapons for a short period of time," Jace quoting Magnus

"Jonathan…" Clary mumbled, thinking to herself.

"What?"Jonathan asked, trying to just be curious not answering to her statement.

"Jonathan had to have stolen the sword. He could get through the wards because he has some human blood in his system. He'd have motive to steal it," Clary said.

"So, there's a chance he's in here, right now?" Jonathan asked.

"My mom had this box with a few of Jonathan's belongings, including a snippet of hair. We put a locator spell on it and we find Jonathan. That way we can find him before he does anything dangerous," Clary explained.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Asked a voice from behind them. They all turned to see Max and Alec walk up to the group.

"Sorry, Max this is too dangerous," Jace said.

"Besides, you'll be busy training with Isabelle," Alec said as shock spread across Isabelle's face.

"I'm training Max?!" Isabelle asked with surprise.

"I asked the Clave to let you. You're his sister and a good hunter. You'll teach Max well," Alex said as he and Jace stepped away so Jace could fill Alec in on what happened. Isabelle tried to put on a confident face and took Max to his room.

"Do you really think Jonathan stole the sword?" Jonathan asked.

"I really do, Sebastian. A normal demon wouldn't take the chance because they know they'd be outnumbered. Jonathan could get in and out because of the knowledge he has and the human part of him could get him through the wards. Now that we know he's working with Valentine, it would make sense," Clary said as Jace and Alec came back over.

"We're going to have a guard at every entrance and anyone who comes in must sign in. If something happens, we know he must be someone inside," Alec said.

"Me and Jace are going to try a tracking spell on the box my mom had, maybe we can find him before something happens," Clary suggested.

"Once you're done, I need Jace to guard the mirror. You've got almost the same exact training that Jonathan has. If he does get to the mirror, you'll be able to take him," Alec said.

"Sounds good to me," Jace said, cracking his knuckles.

"Is there anything I can do?" Jonathan asked.

"You help the guards on the entrances if they need it, thank you," Alec said as Jonathan stepped away and the others kept planning.

When the others weren't looking, Jonathan ran to Clary's room and found the box underneath her bed. Inside were baby shoes, a rattle, some clothing, and a snippet of hair. He almost lost track of his mission when he finally felt love from the mother he never had. But Jonathan had to stay strong.

He grabbed the contents of the box and shoved it into his sweatshirt pocket. As he got ready to leave, the door knob started to twist. He looked around and noticed the closet. He quickly and quietly ran into the closet and closed the door just enough so he could still see the room. The door opened and Jace and Clary came in noticing the box on the bed. Clary took the box and opened it to find it empty.

"Jonathan must've have gotten here before us," Clary said.

"When was the last time you looked inside the box?" Jace asked.

"A month ago. Last time Jonathan got in he must have stolen the contents so we couldn't track him."

"How'd he know about the box?" Jace asked.

"Either Carly or Valentine told him about it. But it doesn't matter because we now have no way to find him," Clary whined.

"When he shows up, and he will, we'll be ready," Jace said, rubbing Clary's shoulder as she put the box back under the bed.

Once they left the room, Jonathan made his way to a guard at the back entrance. He surveyed the area and realized the guard was alone. Skipping past the pretending to be Sebastian part he went up to the guard, grabbed him by the throat, and lifted him into the air.

"How do I get to the lowest level of the Institute?" Jonathan asked.

"I'm not going to tell a demon anything." Said the guard

"If you tell me I might just let you live," Jonathan said, squeezing the man's throat even tighter.

"I am sworn by the shadowhunter code…" Gasped the guard

"TELL ME!" Jonathan screeched as his eyes turned black. The guard's face went pure white and he started to shake.

"You need a … key," Gasped the guard.

"Who has the key?" Jonathan asked.

"The leader of the … Ins-titute, Alec Light … wood," Gasped the guard

"Where would he keep the key?" Jonathan asked.

"In his des...k." Said the guard

"Thank you, it will help a very good cause," Jonathan said, squeezing even harder on the man's throat.

"You s-said you'd let me-e li … ve," Gasped the guard.

"I lied."

Jonathan crushed the man's windpipe and threw the body into the bushes a few feet away. After getting the body well hidden, he made his way to Alec's office. Jonathan scanned the area and once the coast was clear, he went into the office, closing the door behind him. He searched in all the nooks and crannies, saving the desk for last. When there was no spot left, he went through the desk drawers; only one was locked. Using his demon strength, he broke the lock and found the key hidden under some papers.

Suddenly, the doorknob started to turn. Jonathan closed the drawer, hid the key in his back pocket, and went by the fireplace like he was waiting for Alec. When the door opened he expected to find Alec, but instead, it was Max.

"Hello, Max. I was just waiting for Alec," Jonathan said.

"I know who you are."

"Who am I then?" Jonathan asked with a darkness to his voice.

"I wanted to help in any way I could but my brother and sister wanted me to train first. I am the best in my class so going into the field is what's best for me. When I learned that the box of Jonathan's was empty, I snuck into Clary's room and found a single hair clinging to the side of the box. Using a tracking spell I learned from a class I followed the trail to you," Max admitted with a smug smile.

"You are a very clever child. And you know way too much," Jonathan said as he lunged at Max.


"Please, I have a family." Begged a warlock as Valentine stood over his whimpering body.

"I need someone to do what I desire and you are too much of a wimp to be that warlock," Valentine sneered.

"I am not a wimp. I've been a loyal servant to you for many years." Said the warlock

"You have been but now you've gone soft. I don't work with soft people. Carly, would you like to do the honors?" Valentine asked as he turned his head to look at me.

"Gladly," I said, walking up to the warlock as Valentine backed away. I smiled as I shoved the heel of my boot through the man's chest. He coughed up blood as I punctured one of his lungs. I pulled my foot out, while I and Valentine watched him suffocate.

"You're becoming quite the killer, it's suiting," Valentine said as my eyes went back to green.

"After I went rabid for the kill, I never want to feel that kind of pain again. Besides, now that the blood has taken over I don't even want to go back. I was weak and now no one will get in my way," I said with a small smile.

"You've chosen the right side, Carly. Here we won't judge you for who you truly are," Valentine said as he squeezed my shoulder, trying to comfort me.

"What's the next part of your plan? Jonathan is getting the mirror, so what are we supposed to do?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"We need to find a witch or warlock that can do what I need," Valentine said.

"And what do you need?" I asked.

"That will be revealed at a later time."

"I hope it's good if we have to go through all this trouble," I groaned.

"Oh, it's worth it. Bring me a few witches and warlocks and I'll decide if they have what I need. If they don't, then you can kill them in any fashion you'd like," Valentine said.

"I'll start right away."


"Alec!" Isabelle yelled as she ran into the library out of breath.

"What's wrong?" Alec asked.

"I can't find Max anywhere. I left to get some training sticks and when I returned to his room, he was gone. I searched in the gym, cafeteria, his room, and even the courtyard but I can't find him. He wouldn't just leave, he knows better. Something is wrong," Isabelle rambled.

"Let's go to my office. I have an art project Max made me on my desk. We can use it to track him," Alec said as he and Isabelle swerved through the crowd. After making it out of the room, they went down a few corridors and arrived at his office. They opened the door and Isabelle screamed.

Lying half underneath Alec's desk was Max. He had a huge cut on his forehead and he was covered in blood. Alec ran to Max and carried him over to the middle of the room so they could get a better look at him. He was deathly pale and his breathing was shaky. Alec tried to get Max to consciousness but to no avail.

"Who could have done this?" Isabelle asked as tears poured down her face.

"I don't know, but right now, that isn't important. We need to get him to the medical center because we don't know the extent of his injuries. We need to go. Now," Alec said as he picked Max up. Isabelle ran right behind him as they both made their way across the Institute. They ran right into the clinic and the nurses got him into a bed, with an I.V. drip, within a few minutes.

Meanwhile, Jace was busy guarding the mirror. He stayed focused and strong until his phone buzzed. He checked his messages and read Alec's text over and over, hoping he was reading it wrong. After nothing changed, he bolted from the room and ran the fastest he had ever ran. Jace ran up six flights of stairs and across the Institute, almost bumping into people on the way.

As Jace ran, he bumped into Jonathan. He apologized and kept going, while Jonathan was heading toward the elevator. He stepped inside, happy to see there wasn't a camera. Jonathan took out Alec's key and put it in the lock, turning it to the right. The number six lit up and Jonathan pushed it down. Within two minutes he was already on the lowest level, taking out his blade.

When the doors opened he noticed there were cameras operating. He went in against the walls so the cameras couldn't see him and then he crushed them with his bare hands. Once all the cameras were gone, he made his way over to the guard detail protecting the mirror. When they saw him they tensed up but they did not attack. Jonathan took this opportunity to get the upper hand as he revealed his blade and stabbed the guard next to him. The other guards rushed at him but Jonathan was much stronger and faster.

Jonathan stabbed, beat and even decapitated a few of the guards. He went through all 20 in only 5 minutes. Once he knew all of them were dead, he stepped over their corpses and went for the mirror. He grabbed hold of it and chucked it into a little leather sack. He smiled a big evil grin as he got into the elevator. When the doors closed, he could hear shadowhunters running down the stairs, finally realizing the cameras were destroyed.

When he got back to the main floor he hid the pouch in a hidden pocket within his jacket. He strode past the infirmary, as Mr and Mrs. Lightwood arrived to see their son. When they got into his room, Maryse burst into tears and collapsed onto the floor. Max was in a hospital nightgown, pale as the moon with a tube going down his throat. He looked so weak, it made you wonder if he was actually still alive.

"What does the doctor think?" Mr. Lightwood asked as Isabelle helped her mother from the floor.

Maryse turned and brought Isabelle into a hug. She squeezed her so tight, Isabelle thought she might suffocate. But Isabelle was okay with that, because this was the first hug she had gotten from her mother in a long time.

"He hasn't come in yet," Alec said as tears built in his eyes. Seconds later, the doctor came into the room with worry on his face.

"Is Max gonna be okay?" Jace asked.

"He was hit very hard in the side of his head. Max has lost a lot of blood and being only 12 doesn't help his chances. He is in a medically induced coma and he is having a hard time breathing. We can leave him as he is to see if his condition gets better but that is unlikely. There's not much we can do, I'm sorry." Said the doctor

"There has to be something," Isabelle insisted.

"I'm sorry but there is nothing I can do." Said, the doctor, as he bowed his head in sorrow, exiting the room to check on other patients.

"There has to be something we can do," Isabelle repeated, sounding more desperate.

"There is but it's risky." Mr. Lightwood said.

"We can't take that chance, Robert," Maryse insisted.

"What is this solution?" Jace asked.

"I don't know the exact science of it but I do know the Silent Brothers are the only ones who can accomplish it. There is a risk Max could die during the procedure but if it works he'll live," Robbery explained.

"Don't. If there's a chance he could die, don't do it," Alec cried.

"If we leave him like this he will die anyway. At least this way we have a chance of saving him," Robert said.

"Do it." Isabelle said as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Izzy…"

"I will not lose my brother, not today. I don't care what you have to do but save him," Isabelle said as her parents gave each other a look. Robert nodded and took out his phone.

"Alec." Said a shadowhunter who ran into the room.

"Yes, McAvoy?" Alec asked in a serious tone as he wiped away his tears.

"The mirror's gone. The cameras in the lowest level were destroyed and every guard who could tell us who the thief was, is dead. Some more gruesome than others. What is our next move?" McAvoy asked as Jace's fist tightened. His face went red and he strode out of the room to get some air. Alec followed, ignoring the shadowhunter's question. They went out a side door as Jace began to pace back and forth.

"Jace, calm down."

"How am I supposed to calm down, Alec?! If I hadn't left those guards, they wouldn't be dead. Jonathan wouldn't have killed them. All those families losing a son or daughter because of me!" Jace yelled as he punched the brick siding of the Institute.

"You were worried about family, don't feel guilty for something you can't fix. Even if you were down there, you know how strong he is. Eventually, you would be beaten and the guards would be dead. When they signed up to be the guards of the mirror they knew the risks," Alec said as he wrapped up Jace's hand with some cloth.

"I still feel guilty," Jace muttered.

"I know you do but you already have so much on your shoulders. Just remember that you are not at fault here," Alec said, squeezing Jace's shoulder as Clary burst outside.

"Guys, I think I…" Clary began as she noticed Jace's wrapped hand, "What happened?"

"It's not important," Jace muttered.

Alec turned from Jace to Clary. "What did you want to tell us?"

"I … um … wanted to tell you that I found a way to find Jonathan," Clary admitted.

"What did you find?" Jace asked.

"Jonathan stole the mirror and put Max in a coma. He's not going to leave because if he does and Max wakes up, he'll be found out. I did my research and found the mineral electrum burns demon's skin. Yes, Jonathan is part human, but with the demon blood inside him, it should affect him the same. Before anyone leaves, they can hold the stone in their hands. If Jonathan touches it, we'll know who he is," Clary said, holding up a greenish-gray stone.

"I'll let all the door guards know. He is not leaving this Institute without me beating him into a pulp first," Alec said as Clary and Jace followed after him. He told all the guards and within minutes, they all had a chunk of electrum. This made Jonathan very nervous.

Every direction he went there was a guard with electrum. There was no way out and he didn't have time to wait around for Max to wake up. If his secret got let out then fine, as long as he and the mirror were far from here. Jonathan decided his only option was to hold the stone and hide the pain. With everything he has been through, it shouldn't be that hard.

Jonathan decided to go through the front entrance, which Clary guarded. He wanted to see his sister one more time before he went back to Valentine. He hid the mirror the best he could as he walked up to Clary with a smile. When she noticed him, she smiled back.

"Heading out?" Clary asked.

"Yeah I just got some family stuff I have to deal with. Don't miss me too much," Jonathan said as Clary laughed.

"I won't, I promise," Clary said as she handed him the stone. He took a deep breath as she set it on his skin. He closed his fist and flipped it so his clenched fingers were facing the floor.

It was agonizing but Jonathan knew that this was the only way. After a few more seconds he dropped the stone into Clary's hand and shoved his burned hand into his pocket. He got to the doors when Clary noticed some blood on the stone's surface. She followed him to the front of the building.

"Jonathan?" Clary asked as he stopped in his tracks. One minute he was across the courtyard, the next he grabbed Clary and pinned her to the nearby wall.

"What gave it away?" Jonathan asked.

"You left evidence," Clary said, holding up the bloodied stone.

"Well, when you almost burn a hole in your hand, it bleeds," Jonathan sneered.

"Jonathan, you don't have to be on Valentine's side. I know you've done awful things but that doesn't mean you can't be saved," Clary insisted.

"You gonna say the same for Carly when you try to turn her into a vampire?" Jonathan asked.

"It's the only way to save her," Clary mumbled, noticing a little leather pouch in Jonathan's waistband.

"What if she's too far gone to save? Ever think of that? From what Valentine has been telling me, Carly had become quite the killer. She stabbed her heel through a warlock this morning. She and Valentine watched the poor bastard suffocate," Jonathan admitted with a smug smile.

"Carly would never do that," Clary said, slowly reaching for the bag.

"Clary, you're in denial. Carly is exactly like me. We kill for the fun of it. It brings us pleasure to watch the life fade from someone. What do you think will happen when you turn her? Maybe she will be herself for almost a whole month at a time, but what do you think will happen on that one night she isn't herself?" Jonathan said.

"We'll deal with that when we come to it," Clary said, pushing the electrum onto Jonathan's face. He backed away screeching as she grabbed the leather bag and ran for the front doors. By the time he became focused once again, only Clary's head was sticking out of the crack in the door. If he were to harm her, everyone would see.

"You win this time, Clary, but next time you won't be so lucky," Jonathan said as he vanished into the darkness.


"We've gone through so many witches, have you finally found what you need?" I asked, looking down at the strong-willed girl unconsciously lying on the floor.

"No, but I now know who I need…" Valentine admitted as Jonathan barged into the room.

"We need to leave," Jonathan blurted out.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Clary discovered who I was and used electrum against me. I was about to escape with the mirror but she caught me off guard and stole it back," Jonathan explained.

"That's fine, don't worry Jonathan," Valentine said in a calm tone.

"Don't worry?! I failed my mission and now all of them know my identity. How am I not supposed to freak out?" Jonathan yelled.

"That mirror was a fake," Valentine said as shock filled my and Jonathan's face.

"Are you telling me you knew it was a fake the whole time?!" Jonathan yelled.

"No, it was suspicion. This seemed too easy, a trick. I wanted you to get the mirror so I could make sure. But I don't even need it now because I now know it's a fake," Valentine explained.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"If it was the real mirror, Jonathan's hand would have been burned and scared. Something that powerful touching a demon would have killed it. The sword leaves a mark, the mirror would kill. But because you're both part human you could hold it but it'd leave a mark," Valentine explained as we all looked at Jonathan's hand. It looked unscathed. There was no mark.

"Do you know where the mirror is?" Jonathan asked.

"I've known for years but when this mirror appeared I thought I was wrong. Now I know it must be true. Lake Lin is the mortal mirror," Valentine admitted.

"So, what's our next move?" I asked.

"We move to a more secluded base of operations and get the warlock needed for the portal to Idris," Valentine planned.

"The only one capable of that much power is Magnus Bane," Jonathan pointed out.

"No, there is one other who is capable," Valentine murmured.

"Ethan…" I said to myself.

"Get me the warlock Ethan Morgan and we'll be able to end this world of temptation," Valentine said as I left to grab Ethan. He might have saved my life and been my friend. But not anymore. Now all he was, was a warlock who we needed.