Carla felt the fear grab at her chest as she approached the building. She'd admit to herself that it was her fault, she lied, she volunteered-albeit out of guilt, but it was all still on her. She placed a hand on the rough cobble stones making the outer wall of the house. With a detached sort of feeling she stretched to place her other hand on a rock just above her head. Her foot came up, and boosted her so she could grab onto another rock. It went on for a while, hand over hand, foot after foot. It seemed abrupt when she heaved herself onto a windowsill, heart beating erratically, jumping so much it seemed to reach her throat. With a thump Carla fell into the room and, desperate for company of any kind, flashed her mirror so Jace and Clary would join her without really looking around. That was until she heard the voice.

"Who are you!?" it whispered.

Carla whipped around and saw a beautiful woman, black raven hair straight as rod, pale skin with blemishes of only cuts and sleep shadows. Her chest was heaving up and down as if she were scared.

No one had ever been scared of Carla before. She didn't like it. It made her hate people like Jonathan, those who reveled in fear, even more.

"C-carla...my name is Carla..." she stared at the woman with her wide brown eyes. Her black head cocked to the side and her pink mouth fell decorated her skin and she...well she looked badass enough to make Carla shake in her boots. "I am most definitely Carla...and I-I'm...well...I'm only really...Carla."

"So...Carla.." she began in an...almost amused tone? What in Lilith's name..."You're here to...?"

Carla's mouth dropped open. "Depend's o-on what you're here for, I guess?"

The woman laughed. "I'm a prisoner...Did Jace send you?! Are you here to rescue me?!" she practically screamed. Carla shushed her after nodding vigorously. The woman held out her hands which had been tied up with a gold whip. A beautifully crafted weapon as it was, Carla was rough in taking it off, it hurt to touch. She couldn't imagine being tied up in it. "The name's Isabelle" she said, and Carla moved to wear the binds attached to her feet.

"Carla." Carla replied.

The woman smiled."Yes...you've mentioned that."

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Clary almost felt her arm dislodge from the socket as Jace yanked her into what looked to be a bedroom. It took them a while to scale the wall but in the end they just missed Carla as she hustled out the door. And they couldn't exactly call out for her to stop, now could they...Jace shook his head at the bloody scuff marks by the bed before moving forward.

Slowly, so the door didn't creak, Jace made his way into the hallway. Clary felt the tension build in her head, in her throat, in her mind. One little sound and they could be dead. Sebastian's and Jonathan's hearing was amplified by the demon blood- it was a risk to even breathe. Clary straightened from her involuntary crouch when she heard a hiss from downstairs. Jace pushed his arm in front of her chest before they could advance any further.

"You bitc-" she heard a roar before another hiss sounded. Not really a hiss but more of a whip-like sound. A whistle through the air. Jace turned his head towards her. 'Isabelle' he mouthed. Clary nodded just as crash erupted. Jace jumped into action and flung himself over the railing, landing with a thump on the hardwood of the lower foyer and taking off with a roar. "Ithuriel!" he cried and disappeared in the glow of the seraph blade.

Clary took the stairs two at a time, stumbling as she veered sharply down the hallway and erupted into the kitchen. Sebastian was locked blade on blade with Jace, whose face was red and strained. Isabelle had fallen on the ground, a bloody gash on her leg, unconscious, Jonathan was nowhere in sight meaning he wasn't there. Clarissa knew, without a doubt he would be in the forest. Definitely. Suddenly, interrupting her thoughts, Carla appeared from the shadows in the corner, mirror wielded like a sword in her hands. Little rivers of blood ran from her palms as she attacked Sebastian's back, slicing deep near his spine. With a yelp he stumbled away, dropping his weapon and earning only a slight snick from Jace's blade. His back was up against the wall as Carla ran at him again with wild eyes, and Clary knew this blow would kill him. He couldn't die though, not without her knowing where her brother was, so Clary tackled Carla before she could make contact. She heard Sebastian snicker and quickly showed him she meant no affection by holding her own tiny dagger to his throat.

"Where is he?" she snarled.

"Who might you be talking of, darling?" His teeth were stained red as he grinned.

"Jonathan" Clarissa wasn't about to give into his mind games.

"Oh, him...almost forgot about the man, isn't that insane?" Clary answered by pressing the blade deeper into his skin. It cut into a pale, ever-so-faint scar and Sebastian winced.

"Where?" She ground out through gritted teeth.

"Your daddy's grave of course." he replied innocently. In shock Clary's hand went slack and Sebastian was able to knock her back before Jace acted and attacked him. Sebastian quickly dodged his blade and leapt for his own, slicing it upwards and catching Jace's blade once more. The two once again locked in a fierce battle, a series of rolls and dips, shallow cuts and grooves. Clary didn't jump in to help because the two men were like blurs, and she A) didn't want to hurt the wrong person and B) was too stunned by Seb's words to articulate proper thoughts. Her father died where she killed him, but his grave, his proper grave would have been back in the township which was far...far away. Jonathan would have had a head start already. He could have already been there. But Jonathan hated their father almost as much as Clary did, so he wouldn't have wanted him buried, and since Jonathan was in charge once their father died...

Clary figured it out as Jack burst through the front door.

Jonathan was at the rock where she murdered her own father.

As Jack and his men joined Jace in the battle against Sebastian, a battle Jace was currently losing, Clary decided he would be safe fighting for now. She had to do this on her own anyway. There was never meant to be a partner when she finally fought the other Morgenstern child. It was always her and him. It was always going to be them. She ran fast and hard through the back door and across the lawn, ripping through the trees like they were air. She didn't know how she knew where to go, but she could practically smell Jonathan. His blood was like a scent she had trapped in her nose and like a bloodhound she was going to follow it.

It was feet and leaves and twigs and trees. She lost track of time and space and all thoughts except for that this was it. There was no after the fact. There was going to be no meeting up with Jace afterwards.

Together.

She'd left him alone. Swallowing the guilt she turned abruptly and burst through a clearing meeting the ominous sight of her brother's broad back. To his left there was the rock where the demon sat, and on the rock's flat top sat a bowl holding a stele and the same gleaming knife that had appeared with Jonathan in her 'dream' the other day. In his right hand was an open book, and she could see his closed eyes and nose as he leaned back, face towards the sky. His eyes flew open as she gasped, and he grinned sadistically.

But Clary's sight was fixated on what sat before him, or rather who. Her father's corpse was rotten and half decomposed, maggots crawling through his empty eye sockets and joining the countless beetles eating away at the skin on his cheeks, his bones peeking out from the folds of clothes riddled with holes, the few fingers that weren't completely ripped off either featured skin so thin it wrapped lightly around every joint, or were all bone and torn muscle. Gagging Clary doubled over, averting her eyes.

"What sister?" she heard and without looking at Jonathan she knew he would have that smug, wild look in his eyes. That masochistic gleam. "Do you not like what became of the man you killed?" She heard his voice getting louder. He was walking closer. He couldn't walk closer. He'd kill her. Still she stood clutching her stomach as she hurled its contents onto the grass. Her grasp on her blade weakened until it slipped onto the soiled ground. She coughed against the burning of her throat, helpless, so helpless."Do you regret what you did? Because you did this, Clarissa...it was all you" his voice was a whisper now, and she felt so...so...powerless... as he lifted her jaw so she was forced to look at him. A tear leaked down her face as she swallowed and she felt her insides sear with pain.

"No," she chocked out. He nodded sadly.

"Yes." And with that she felt a sharp pain fill her thigh. She screamed out as her knees collapsed. Jonathan looked almost apologetic as he dragged her to where heèd dropped the book he'd been holding when she was curled over. What Clary didn't see before was the circle of dark, spastic runes, demonic ones, in the dirt. Jonathan dropped her into the circle where she sat, tears streaming down her face as she pushed her palm against her thigh, trying desperately yet with no use, to staunch the blood that would lead to their death. The world's death. She didn't want this. He couldn't do this. Couldn't kill her. She just let him!

"Don't feel guilty, sister," Clary looked up at him in surprise. He never admitted that she was his sister. With a sad smile that seemed almost hesitant he cut his palm and held it over the growing pool of blood surrounding her. " Why do you think I brought you here...I'm a master of manipulation."

As the drop of blood met her own Jonathan held the Lilith-carved blade into the sky. Within moments a flurry of black and red erupted on the canopy's horizon, a dark whirlwind of darkness and fog and flashing red light. The setting sun started to fall and lit the sky a bright bloody red, like a bad omen.

The bond was complete.

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Jace let himself a break as the others rushed forward to finish the job. He held his hand against a particularly deep gash in his side. After a few moments he looked back and saw half the men had gone down, blood forming a red carpet across the kitchen tiles. So much damn blood. The Clave was going to have a hard time cleaning the mess. With a sigh of exahustion Jace heaved his blade up again and ran at Verlac, blades clashing. He ducked as Sebastian slashed at his throat, and lunged towards the man's knee at the same time. Sebastian flipped over Jace before he could make contact and Jace whirled around just to feint back and avoid the opposing slash of Sebastian's own sword. It had been going on long enough, by far the longest fight Jace had ever encountered, and his patience was wearing thin. As another horde of angry mundane's were killed under Sebastian's wrath Jace felt the fire of determination light his movements. In his second wind Jace advanced again, the last mundane soldier falling before him, and Jace hacked at Sebastian good arm. In slow motion he watched the blade cut through the skin like it was butter, blood erupting from the wound until the blade fetched against bone and he pulled it out with a swift squish. The movement, in turn, cause Sebastian's hanging arm to fall with a thump, and land on the floor.

There was a moment of hesitation before Verlac let out a wail, Jace rearing back at the sound. "My arm!" He heard Sebastian scream. "M-m-my arm!" Jace could almost feel his pain. This was Sebastian's fighting arm. As a warrior life without it wouldn't be living at all. His black eyes stared hating and helpless into Jace's own. And so, it was a bout of pity, not hate, that sent Jace to stick his blade into the man's skull and kill him without a second thought.

"Jace." He turned. Jack sat with Carla beside Isabelle, whom was just waking up and clutching her head. "Look." Stumbling in the direction Jack had pointed, he moved just outside into the red-lit upward into the sky, he saw it burned a dark red, almost blood-like, as a festering of dark black and red whirlwinds appeared just above the forest's canopy. That was when he realized Clary was gone. He ran back into the house. "Where's Clary?!" he shouted. Carla looked sad as she replied with a small, "She went to find Jonathan...in the woods."

He took off before she even finished her sentence catching sight of the few muddy footprints Clary had left on the lawn.

"Clary!" he yelled as he followed her trail into the forest. Desperation clawed at his throat. "Clary!"

He could hear the faint echoes of a scream. "Clary, I'm coming!" he screamed back, face red, eyes blurry, and set off in the direction of her faint, helpless, and desperately sad voice.

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"What have you done?" Clary whimpered. The whirlwinds on the horizon started their descent to the ground, creating funnel clouds that disappeared behind the canopy, and Jonathan replied with silence. A few moments later an enormous gust of wind ripped at her face, pushing hair and dirt into her cheeks, forcing her squint. Jonathan stood stoically as it roared past and dropped the knife back on his palm. In a frenzy he started to chant in Latin, and Clary easily translated his garbling mouth.

"With bone from the father, the creator, the tormentor, I give you the scent of death to follow," He kicked Valentines body into the circle, harder than needed, and Clary, feeling more faint than ever before tried to shuffle away. Movement though, seemed impossible, as a pulling started deep inside her, tugging at a place she didn't know she had. "And with the bleeding soul of the angel!" Jonathan roared, tipping his head back to scream into the wind. "Fallen and shining no more, I give you the essence of a dying heart, the sounds of wounded cries to hunt!" With this another deep tug pulled at her and she fell with a haphazardly arced back and a scream of true pain. She didn't want to help him in this. She didn't want to give him whatever this was, but it hurt so much that she just...gave in. "And with the blood...of the demon," he cut open his palm again, directly on his life line, the welling blood seemingly un-bothersome, and he closed his eyes. "I give you a light of new power, of new leader, of life to seek out."

His eyes opened. "Come to me faithful servants. Come to me and I shall feed you the world!" Another strong gust blew past Clary as the pull inside her turned into an outright wrench. Her head fell back in pain, and she saw as Jonathan dropped his knife and spread his arms. "I can feel you sister...your life...your power leaving you. I can feel myself soak it up!" He looked at her, and though his form was blurring in and out she saw the anticipation in his eyes. "Thank you, sister. Thank you."

The wind die down quickly, but the red and black fog started to appear in the boundaries of the clearing and Clary knew, that it was the end of her time. Jonathan was actually going to win this. He plucked his knife back up in his hand and whispered in the direction of the whirlwinds, which Clary assumed were actually an entrance to the demon realms, as he crouched beside her. Blatantly a thought occurred to her, that this was the only time her whole family had been so close together, and she tilted her head back to recieve the kissing sting of a blade at her throat. "Come to me, my faithful servants, for I sacrifice to you, my blood and lineage, my little sister," he smiled and it seemed like he actually cared and it was the first time in forever that she actually wanted a life with him, wanted a brother. "to you I give death and life at once. Follow the light, and join me, and we shall start this world with death" he whispered. Clary slowly shook her head as he pressed the knife just a tad further, dropping his other arm and leaving his chest vulnerable. Her five minutes were closing quick, and Jonathan had a stele to save him after the time closed off, leaving her dying body to the unleashed demons as he healed himself. The pieces all clicked together all too late. She really should have never came on her own, she shouldn't have.

You couldn't escape fate. And fate just wanted to kill her, she supposed.

She moved onto her elbows to look him in the eyes as she whispered "I could have loved you..." because it was true, and it would hurt him, before he moved to slit her throat. But the blow never came.

"Clary!" she heard a yell and jerked her head to the left to see Jace come barreling through the woods. And before she could stop him, his arm whipped back and flew forward to throw a dagger straight at her brother.

In slow motion, like time had slowed down to torture her, she watched it hit his open chest. She felt the pain as he cried out. Watched the blood pool on his tight shirt as she felt it drip across her chest. Looking down she saw the red, and she new it wasn't the sight of the blood that caused her to collapse onto her back, because Jonathan gave out at the same time.

"No..." she whispered, but all that came out was a gurgle of red bubbling blood. She shook her head but it felt faint.

"Clary?" she heard faintly, but couldn't quite come to the ability of forming a response. She couldn't even try to. As the world blurred in and out of sight she caught sight of golden arms and looked back up into equally golden eyes. The world turned black again before it came back into sight.

"Clary? Clary!" the boy above her shook her by the shoulders and it brought her back to the pain in her chest. Angel, she hated that. The golden boy- no Jace...Jace kept shaking her and it kept waking her up.

She just wanted to sleep the pain off. Usually that worked.

In the back of her mind Clary knew she was dying, she had to be dying, the tree's were spinning behind Jace's three heads, but she couldn't even attempt to hold on. Life was too complicated. Life was too long. She didn't really want life. She...she...what was she thinking again?

Jace. She wanted Jace. But not life. And Jace didn't deserve the guilt of killing her. That's not how she wanted to go. Though it was nice knowing she didn't die at Jonathan's hand. Jonathan. Clary looked to the sky and saw that it was no longer red with the angry swirling winds, but a cool, purple dusk was falling. It was falling down, down, down. Like an angel. It was enough, knowing that Jonathan's plan didn't work, and that Jace was holding her, to make her smile.

"My Clariel..."she heard, as if it were said behind a closing door. "Clary!" it was a wail. With the last of her energy she moved her fingers around in the dirt, drawing a symbol she hoped he could make out. She, herself, didn't really remember what it meant, but she knew it was important. So important. Her fingers were shaking so bad that the little heart looked more like an oval, or a star, but Jace crushed her to his chest. "Clary I love you. I love you too. But don't- don't act as if your going to..." his voice faded into unintelligible murmurs, and Clary didn't know if it were his or her fault. All she knew was that he loved her, and he was here, and all-in-all they ended this together, like they promised.

Clariel, my Clariel.

It was no angel's name. It was her name, and the 'el' in Hebrew meant 'of god'. She wanted to tell him that she finally got it. She was his angel. His Clary of god. She was his...

Clarissa Morgenstern died with a smile on her face.

So...the end? The Clariel came from the Shadowhunter Codex, and I thought it was super cute so I ended with it. Anyways drop a review, favourite...I guess there's no real reason to follow unless I write an epilogue (obviously in Jace's POV) but yah, have a nice summer and I'm sorry for the wait. I want to thank all reviewers, followers, favouriters (-is that a word) and over all supporters. I've grown so much throughout this story, and my writing has grown so much from all your tips and helping words, your encouragement. I just...I definitely wasn't expecting this to turn out the way it did.

Thank you all.

For the last time *wipes a tear* Lovestory112.