Lacie: Chris! I have a bone to pick with you!
Clary: *sensing he's in trouble so she makes popcorn in 2.2 seconds and watches*
Lacie: Why the heck do you leave all of your weapons lying around the whole studio! This is not your training room!
Chris: I get lazy. And the room looks nicer with a 12 inch long knife on the ground.
Lacie: I can't have people walking into our studio with weapons of destruction everywhere! They can get hurt! Or worse, they can steal them!
Chris: Since when have you cared? For all we know, you crave destruction.
Clary: yeah! *looks at Lacie determined*
Lacie: Okay so maybe I don't care! This morning I sat in my spinny chair and I was almost shish kabobbed by a sword! I will NOT shed blood on my spinny chair!
Clary: *looks at Chris angrily* Yeah!
Chris: So is this all about your spinny chair? Because I can just leave that alone if you're so mad about it
Clary: *nods at Chris's words*
Lacie: Clary, are you just agreeing with everything we're saying?
Clary: *says enthusiastically* Yeah! *realizes they're talking to her* oh wait, umm. Yes?
Chris: Clary don't think you should get special treatment just because you haven't been the source of humility lately
Clary: I've been humiliated! The gypsy thing!
Chris: That was a long time ago.
Clary: Well I'm a red haired heroine either way. I'm special :)
Lacie: I can name several red haired characters. And some of them even have green eyes!
Clary: Oh yeah? Let's hear them!
Lacie: Misty from pokemon. She's got red hair and green eyes
Chris: Lily Potter from the Harry Potter series
Lacie: Kim Possible
Chris: now that I think about it, Harry and Ginny could probably have a daughter with green eyes and red hair
Lacie: Pebbles and Wilma Flinstone
Chris: You sure you're not the daughter of Harry Potter?
Lacie: Merida from Brave
Chris: She has blue eyes though
Lacie: Racheal Elizabeth Dare from the Percy Jackson series
Chris: Now she has green eyes and red hair, AND she loves to paint
Lacie: Nix Riley from the Benny Imura series
Chris: The little mermaid
Lacie: Blossom from the power puff girls
Chris: Jessica Rabbit
Lacie: Sally from the Nightmare Before Christmas
Chris: The list goes on and on….
Clary: YOU GUYS ARE HORRIBLE
Lacie: That's what we're here for! :)
Chris: Lacie-Abyss does not own the Mortal Instruments or any of the characters mentioned above.
Enjoy!
Isabelle POV
Isabelle was a beautiful sixteen year old girl who killed demons for a living.
She had an amazing boyfriend who was the one and only Daylighter in current existence.
She lived in a huge building where you could throw the craziest of parties.
Her parents were gone and in Idris.
Her older brother was in Mexico with his warlock boyfriend.
No supervision, no limits as to what she could and couldn't do.
Most sixteen year old girl's would seize this opportunity and cook up some big crazy party and make a night to remember.
But was Isabelle doing on this fine day?
"Lazing around like a bum without any makeup on and watching the paint peel on the kitchen walls." She muttered, taking another shot of 'Minute Maid Apple Juice.' Damn Alec, before he left he made sure to get rid of all the alcohol in the house. Now Izzy couldn't even drink in her own home unless she went out and bought some, and she didn't have money. So she focused all her concentration on imagining that the little glass cup was an alcoholic drink as she brought the contents to her mouth.
"Oh who am I kidding," she threw the little cup into the sink in the kitchen as she proceeded to drain the apple juice down the drain too. "This stuff's too sweet anyway." She thought it was possibly expired too. Was it still safe to drink five year old apple juice?
She was so bored. There was literally nothing that she wanted to do or had to do. She'd got up at seven, like always, got herself ready to train for several hours, had breakfast, took a shower, got ready again, only to realize that she had nothing to do, no plans, no people to hang out with. Nothing. So she got rid of all her makeup, threw on some old pajamas, wore a black silk robe and sat on one of the stools on the kitchen, taking apple juice shots.
She hasn't even seen Simon since last night, after his stupid little 'Sharon' interrupted them for what seemed like the millionth time in a row. She was so mad at the time that she could have beheaded the little vampire with one fingernail. Isabelle had been trying to get Simon to bite her, to feed from her. Honestly, she loved the sensation from it, the adrenaline, it excited her and she loved that. The of course, there was Simon. Don't ask Isabelle to explain what she saw in that little nerd, because not even she knows herself. Something about Simon, his easy going attitude, the way he was awkward and funny and cute and all this other stuff. Izzy had always gone after gorgeous to die for guys, and while Simon was handsome and cleaned up nicely, he wasn't nearly up to their standards. Yet she still saw something in him no other guy had.
There was also the matter of Simon's diet. If he didn't get blood every time he needs it, he goes a little crazy. Izzy once witnessed one of his bad moments, where he hadn't had blood in almost a week. His body was shaking and his eyesight seemed to cloud with his own thoughts. Later on, when he was better and had had some heated blood from a pack that Jordan had brought, she was able to coax out of him what he thought about during moments like that. How he has to resist the urge to pounce onto the nearest living breathing thing every two seconds, how he could go from normal Simon to blood thirsty monster in an instant.
"If I ever get like that again," Simon had begged her, "please don't get near me. What if attack you and drain you completely?"
"You won't." She assured him, "You'll stop yourself, just like you've done before."
"I wasn't completely deprived then. I could forget what I'm doing and lose to the hunger." Simon had spoken quietly, his eyes never leaving hers, trying to make her understand.
Izzy had merely smiled, "That's why you're dating me. Do you honestly think I'll let you drink all of my blood and let you get away with it?"
He had smiled, making his deep brown eyes light up, and Izzy had found herself entranced in those eyes.
"But now I bet those eyes were all Sharon was staring at last night." She huffed as she left the kitchen, heading towards her room.
I hope she cried when Simon broke the news to her, she thought grumpily. She felt cruel today.
Isabelle wondered whether or not to go see Simon now. He should be at his apartment where he lived with Jordan by this time, shouldn't he? He should be back by now, and if he wasn't Isabelle was going to start a nuclear war attack on Sharon.
No, he should be back by now, but should she go and see him? She knew she had left angrily yesterday, but she couldn't decide whether to see him or not. Maybe he needed some time alone. It couldn't have been easy breaking it to the vampire girl (though she always told him to just be done with it, rip it off like a bandaid) especially if Atlas was there.
Her indecision didn't just have to do with whether or not she was ready to see him, it was also because she just had to get out of the Institute.
The large edifice felt empty, considering that it house dozens and dozens of Shadowhunters, and as of almost a month ago, there are barely two.
Right after what happened in Idris, Jace had decided to stay in Alicante for a while, and her parents hadn't argued, considering that they themselves were staying on business for the Clave as well. Izzy and Alec wanted to return home, though they loved Idris, they couldn't stay there too long. Alec's reason was because he wanted to get home to pack so that he could leave off with Magnus. Isabelle couldn't stand being there because it meant they'd have to live in the house they did last time they'd come to Idris. Meaning that she'd be living in the same house Max died in.
She couldn't stand that, and she didn't know how Jace was able to live two whole months there. The again, when they had left, Jace had been acting strange. Isabelle had thought that this was completely normal at the time, considering what Jace had just gone through, how else was one supposed to react? But still, he seemed off, like he was planning something, thinking hard about stuff that she couldn't see through.
He had gotten back to the New York Institute a few weeks ago, and Isabelle had hoped for better company, considering that Alec had left the day they'd gotten back ("Don't do anything stupid!" he told her) and she had basically has Simon to lean on all the time. She thought that she and Jace could train together or something, but it was almost like he hadn't come back from Alicante at all.
He spent all of his time either training earlier in the morning, before she woke up, or burying his nose in books in the library that Izzy never bothered with, or just not at the Institute at all, sometimes Izzy would see him just as she woke up, and just barely see him coming home from being out all day when she went to bed. Whenever she tried to ask him if he needed anything, or just tried to talk to him, he'd look at her tell her something completely off topic ("You're hair looks darker today" "Is it cloudy outside?") and proceed back to whatever he was doing.
She didn't even know if he ate, slept, or even showered. She knew what type of person Jace was, and that the more she prodded and poked, the more he'd close up, but even so, she'd given him enough time and space, though honestly, she's to blame too, considering that he hasn't necessarily been at the top of her mind recently, but it's the thought that counts right?
She abruptly stopped walking, her thoughts pausing. Without realizing it, she had walked directly towards the library, instead of going to her room.
Might as well…..
Not even bothering to sound quiet, she walked into the library, and lo and behold, there was Jace, sitting at the large table of the two angels lifting the top of it, surrounded by a mountain of books. He didn't even look up at the sound of the door.
Making her way towards him, she stood directly behind his chair. He was leaned forward, his arms resting on the table, his eyes focused on an open book in front of him. Isabelle leaned on the back of his chair, hoping to get his attention, but no movement indicated that he realized she was there.
What's he even reading?
She looked at one of the open pages, and saw demonic script all over the two pages. Isabelle learned demonic languages, it was required as a a Shadowhunter, and there were several books in the library that she had studied from to learn them. But this book wasn't one of them. She tried reading the gruesome writing on the pages, and her eyes widened. Most of what she's read in demonic language were simply stories, histories about demonic accounts and such. This book, though, it was a curse, one that she didn't exactly understand, but still, she didn't like the way the hair on her neck stood on edge while she looked at the pages. This was not something that they were allowed to read.
Hastily, she looked towards the mountain of books, and randomly chose one from the top of the pile. In her random movement, she knocked over a pile, making them crash all over the book that Jace was reading.
"Hey!" he protested, "What was that for?" He looked at her as if he just noticed she was there.
I should have knocked you on the head with one of those books…Isabelle ignored him as she flipped through the pages of the book grabbed. It was demonic too. And this one was perhaps worse than the one Jace had been reading. This one had illustrations that made her gag. Not only that, but several pages had post it notes on some of the pages, the notes were crammed with Jace's neat handwriting. He'd been taking notes.
"Isabelle, what are you doing?" Jace asked, his voice suddenly sounding chary.
Ignoring him again, she tossed the book she was holding aside, making Jace scuttle to pick it up, as she picked another book on the table that as she opened it, she saw had a lot more notes in it that the last. It was the same, demonic language, stuff that she not be in their hands.
She tossed that one aside too, and just started pouring over all the books, seeing that they all had notes in them, Jace's writing saying things like, 'could be useful' 'ask Magnus about' 'Does it work with faeries as well?' as on and on.
Jace was starting to get mad. "Will you stop throwing them on the ground!" he stooped to pick up what had to be the tenth book that she'd tossed.
She whirled on him, her voice like a confined cheetah, "Oh hello Jace! How freaking kind of you to notice my presence in the library!"
"Well you were sort of throwing my books on the ground," Jace looked at her, a frown forming on his face.
"Oh I did?" she exclaimed in mock surprise, "Oh so sorry, I guess I didn't notice. Just like you don't seem to notice anything at all anymore."
Jace rubbed a hand across his face, "Look I'm sorry Izzy, I've just been busy-"
"Oh no, it's okay," Isabelle held her hands up in a 'no problem' sort of way, "I know you need some space, that's why I didn't really bother you, that you needed to distract yourself with something, but I didn't think that distracting yourself meant reading illegal books in our library!" she practically screeched that last part.
"They're not all completely illegal." Jace muttered, organizing the books on the table again so that the stack in the middle was the highest and the ones on either side of it were the same height so that they resembled a pyramid.
"Do you know what Mom would do if she realized the sort of stiff you're reading, that you're brining into our house? She'll have a cow if she that you're reading forbidden books with things like how to summon a Greater Demon, and how to poison someone without ever having to come into contact with them. Forget the cow, she'll have an elephant! The whole freaking zoo!"
Jace looked at her, his eyes squinting, "Are you not wearing any makeup?"
Frustrated, she grabbed a random book and aimed it for his head. He deftly caught it and put it back.
"Why are you so angry?" Jace asked, about to sit down again in the chair again. Isabelle stopped him by pulling the chair out before he could sit, making him look at him with a puzzled face.
"Why am I angry?! Do you have any idea how much trouble you'll get in if the Clave finds out about this? We've both been in the cells in the City of Bones and I think we can both agree that they're not very nice!" They both went through an uncomfortable shiver as the memories of their time in the dark cells were brought to mind.
After that brief moment, she continued, "Remember when I was imprisoned? Those two Shadowhunters that followed me said that they had been given strict orders by the Clave to inspect us, what if they're still here? What if they saw you!" Her mind was repulsed as she momentarily remembered the guy who had removed her weapons before placing her in the cell. I still haven't gotten my revenge on him, where's your game, Isabelle?
Jace looked at her seriously, "I'm very careful, more than you could imagine. There's no one following me. I've been very discreet; no one's caught me doing anything I shouldn't."
"I did." She immediately retorted.
"Well, you're not going to tell, are you?" He briefly challenged her, daring her to question her faith in him. But she could never do that.
"Of course I won't tell, you're my brother." She said honestly. "But if I'm going to trust you and not worry about whatever the hell you're doing, you have to tell me what all this-" she waved her hands across the book, "is for."
He ran a hand across his golden hair, the curls running through his fingers. Isabelle was a girl, so even she had admit that Jace was beyond hot. He was beautiful. She completely understood why girls practically melted just from seeing him. But she was practically his sister, she saw these things in a detached sort of way, at a distance, recognizing it but now acknowledging it. She'd never thought she'd see the day that he would rope himself to one girl, that he'd open his heart and soul to her. Neither did she ever expect that he would be broken from it either. You'd think he'd be the one doing the breaking, not the other way around.
Jace grabbed a book and flicked through the pages, "I've been trying to research some stuff. Maybe find a way to find Clary, because as you know, normal locating charms aren't working anymore, and I think it has something to do with that rune that we saw on her wrist before. I feel like Sebastian put it on her, a way to make her loyal to him, I don't know, that weird thing where it looked like a clock turning towards the twelve, what if that meant that it took twelve turns for it to make her officially like him? I'm not sure, but I've trying it, any mention of a rune like that so that I can find a way to counter it."
"Any luck?" she asks, also looking into one of the books.
"Nothing!" he exasperated, "Unless you want to know how to physically rip a person's soul from their body and tie it to yourself so that they can constantly scream in eternal pain for the rest of their life."
She wrinkled her nose, "I'll pass on that offer."
"Magnus kind of helped me, he gave me a list of a few warlocks and black Downworlder market locations where I've been getting all this stuff, that's where I've spent most of my time." He rubbed his temples and Isabelle noticed how tired he looked. Kids their age shouldn't be worried about this sort of stuff, they should be out with friends, having parties, excited about getting their license, enjoying their youth. And here they were. Not even close to doing any of that.
"Wait, Magnus gave you this stuff? When?" Isabelle asked. She'd called Magnus multiple times these past few months and almost never answered her.
"It was before you guys left Idris. That's why I stayed there for two months, you wouldn't believe the black markets they have going on underground and around Alicante." Jace shook his head in disbelief.
"In Alicante? How is that even possible?" She asked.
"Even the purest of places are corrupt, I guess." He curtly answered.
"So," Izzy trailed, "What do you hope to accomplish with any of this?"
Jace raised an eyebrow at her in question.
"This," she said again, "What if you do find something? Some sort of evidence that Sebastian did something to her and that it can be reversed, are you going to take it to the Clave and make them leave her alone and forgive her for what she did? Prove her innocence?"
To her surprise, Jace snorted, "For the Clave? I'm done doing anything for the Clave. I'm not going to prove anything to them. I'm going to help Clary, and that's all I want to accomplish."
"But Jace," she insisted, "What if you get caught? What you're doing not only affects you, but it could spread to us too, our family. We've got enough dirt on us already, what with our parents working under Valentine before, hell, you were raised by the god damned man, that's enough for them to be suspicious of you, not to mention that you lived with Sebastian for weeks-"
"Do you have to bring that up?" he groaned.
"I've been put in jail, so that pretty much means that Alec is the only clean one around here, and he's dating Magnus, so the Clave already has prejudices about him! I don't mean to say that I don't trust you, but if you get caught-"
"See, this is why I didn't want to get you involved in this," Jace pointed out, "The less you're involved, the less you'll get burned. If I get caught, just say that you had nothing to do with it. I'll take all the blame."
"So you don't even care?" Isabelle knew that she wasn't a good girl, and didn't necessarily listen to every rule the Clave laid down, but this was Jace. The good boy, the one who always cleaned his room without Mom having to tell him to.
"I guess what I'm trying to is," he spoke emptily, carelessly, "I just don't care anymore. Not about the Clave."
He walked to another chair at the table, where his jacket was hung up, "And if it really matters to you, then I won't do this stuff here anymore. I'll do it somewhere else, that way no one can accuse you of being an accomplice of mine or something."
He put on his jacket, "I'll work against the Clave somewhere else."
As he walked towards the library door, Isabelle felt something burning in her mind. "This is really wrong." She called out to him before his hand was on the knob.
"Right and wrong are perspective based terms. You think something is wrong when I see that's its right." He pulled the door open.
"You could get hurt." She didn't stop.
"I could."
"It could be dangerous if you keep doing this by yourself."
"It will."
"You won't have anyone to help you."
He sighed, "Isabelle do you want to come with me?"
"Hell yes." She answered immediately. "About time you asked."
Chris POV
He woke up startled, getting out of his bed before his mind fully processed what he was doing.
When did I fall asleep?
No time to wonder about that, what mattered was how long he'd been asleep. For the first time in a long time, he hadn't had a single nightmare, not one dream, which might have been nice, but still. If his sleep had been that heavy, then he must have been out for hours.
What a nice waste of time, he thought grumpily as he strode his way towards the door. He had to talk to the Greater Demon. He had to convince him to send him to Earth right now. Until he saw Clary, the heavy ball of anxiety that had lodged itself in his chest wouldn't go away. He felt like the longer, he took, the more Clary would forget him. He couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't it.
All of his weapons still strapped to himself, given that he hadn't even bothered with taking them off, he stepped towards the door. As he flung the door open, ready to practically sprint towards the demon's throne room, the door smashed right into a small figure, and it wasn't until Chris almost stepped on it that he recognized it as Unuaq.
"What the hell," he commented, "What are you doing asleep in front of my door?"
Unuaq seemed to be clutching her head, a small bump protruding from where he had smashed her with the door.
"Master went angrily into his room last night," she gritted, massaging the bruise (do demons bruise?) on her scaly head, "I knocked and knocked, but wouldn't answer."
Chris frowned, "When a door is locked it's because people don't want anyone in, now unless you have something important to say, I have something to do, so move." He stepped over the demon and began to brisk walk towards the direction of the throne room.
He hadn't gone more than ten paces when he could hear Unuaq's scuttles quickly following him, "Wait! But Master, I do have something to say!" she struggled to keep up, her every five steps accounting to one of his strides.
"Not now Unuaq," Chris hissed.
"But sir!-" Chris interrupted her, feeling his nerves pull.
"Look, I don't know what you want, but I know what I want. I'm going to the Greater demon and I'm going to tell him that I'm done. I'm done working for him, and I'm ready to go home now. Do you hear that? I'm leaving, meaning that you don't have to follow me around, you don't have to be here, you can go back and start another demon pack of yours and go leave your life by the side of the Phlegethon again. Point is, you're free. I don't know why I kept you around, I could have used you as bait on a lot of our tasks, but I don't need you following me around anymore." He emphasized. "You can go. There's literally nothing and no one stopping you. I'll even tell the Greater demon to send you off with bodyguards after he sends me off if that's what you want."
By then he had reached the doors to the throne room, and right as he finished speaking, he knocked harshly on the basilisk shaped doorknob, feeling the urge to tap his foot impatiently arise. He took a deep breath, pulling on a mask of cool collectiveness.
As the doors began to open almost immediately, much quicker than usual, Unuaq started to stammer, "But sir, I heard- something that he's planning to do, you're not, he's not going to-"
"Unuaq, maybe you should stay out here," Chris advised. "You never liked the demon right?" He stepped quickly into the small gap that had opened before him, and almost immediately after he stepped through, the doors started to close again.
"Sir! He's not going to do it!" Unuaq spoke hurriedly in her hushed gurgled voice. She seemed to vacillate between stepping through the doorway or staying outside.
"Not going to do what?" He asked. The door was almost shut now, and Unuaq could no longer step through, "Out with it Unuaq."
Unuaq shook her head in fear, "He p-plan, h-he, he wants," she shook her head vigorously, and no longer stammering she said, "He wants to-" but by then the doors had completely shut, and whatever warning that Unuaq was going to tell him was behind the thick door now.
He's not going to, Chris thought, not going to send me? Does he plan on keeping me here forever? Did he lie and was he not able to send him anywhere?
No, that was the worst possible scenario, that he'd been lied to and that the Greater Demon possessed no power whatsoever. But if he could, then Chris would just force it out of him. He'd been against Greater Demon's before. He was part Greater Demon. Nothing he couldn't handle.
He turned to face the Greater Demon, only to find that the seat before him bore no lounging demon. Crossing the floor to stand directly in front of it, he touched the surface of the tall chair, the seat of it being level with his chest. It was still warm, but if the Greater Demon had just been here, then where…..
"Hello Chris."
Chris bore no sign that he had been spooked, or alarmed, he simply turned normally, casually, as the Greater Demon appeared as out of nowhere behind his back.
"Hello sir," He quickly addressed him, "I'm here because-"
"I know why you're here," the Greater Demon interrupted him, "I assume you've finished the last task."
"You assume correctly," Chris answered, "And I it's time for the deal that we made to draw to a close."
The Greater Demon instead of answering, moved toward Chris, and he had to move out of the way to stop from being stepped upon, for the demon seemed to just keep moving as if he weren't there.
Sitting in his throne, leaning down on his staff until his pear skin and blue eyes were staring directly into Chris's dark, black orbs.
"Now, are you sure you want that?" the demon asked him as if he were trying to make Chris see what was wrong with what he just asked. "Completely positive?"
Chris didn't stutter, and stood his ground, not backing off, "Our agreement was for me to accomplish a series of tasks, where you would therefore release me and send me to Earth. Before the last task, you said that it would be last before I was finished, our terms are met, I can go now."
"Ah yes, but are you quite sure that you would like to leave now though?"
He didn't hesitate, looking the demon straight in the eye, "Yes."
The Greater Demon sighed, and sitting upright, his back laying against the back of the throne chair, he spoke, "Pity, you have the choice to become one of the most feared and known killer in all the land. Your name would be known by every creature alive and dead. You'd have power beyond your most coherent comprehension."
A year ago, had anyone told him that, he would have accepted. A year ago power and glory were the only aims he had in mind. But now was different, he didn't want power or glory, what point was there for it if there was no one to have it with?
"I don't care for that," he voiced his thoughts.
"I see," the Greater Demon further contemplated, "You know, I knew this would happen. It's too bad you didn't die in the last task, for now I bear the paltry deed of having to kill you myself."
For some reason, this didn't surprise Chris. Though a whole burned in his chest from the traitor of a deal, it certainly was not the first time a demon wanted to kill him, and it wouldn't be the last either.
"We had a deal," he restated, his hands, though casually stuck in his pockets, were ready to latch onto his sword at any second.
"Ah yes, but you did nothing to bind me to the deal, nothing to hold my word to it, therefore it's not necessarily my fault for your dimwittedness." The demon rose, showing off his pure, black teeth, and Chris stood where he was, not budging.
"Well then, I guess this is goodbye, Chris, son of Valentine….." suddenly, the swirling orb at the top of the staff was replaced by a spear head, and the demon grasped it, as if preparing to make a Chris-kebob out of it.
He should have grabbed his sword, or his machete, or one of the many knives he had on him, but instead, his hands still in his pockets, he pulled out the insurance the Greater Demon had given him, holding it between two fingers as if he were inspecting it.
"What about this?" he said almost conversationally, "Did you lie about this too? Would it even matter if I smashed this into a million pieces? Would it even affect you?"
"Oh, I did not lie. That piece from my orb is a part of the whole, therefore it will hurt me greatly," the demon spoke, but something bothered him, the way he said it. Like he didn't even care.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I were to crush this?" he asked testily, pressing the glass onto his palm and experimentally crushing it. He could feel its fragility, it would only take one snap.
The Greater Demon laughed, making his nerves twinge. He didn't see what was so funny.
"My dear boy," Chris cringed at the words, "I believe your goal is to return to Earth, but if you destroy me, how else will you get there?"
"I can surely find other ways," Chris answered.
"No, you can't." The demon said in a final tone. "There won't be any way for you to return if you even had the remote chance to kill me."
"You don't plan on sending me anyway, so what point is there to keeping you alive?" Chris bounced the shard of glass in the air, making it look like he were about to drop it once or twice. The Demon watched with a sort of humor in his eyes.
"You wish to return to Earth…."
"We've established that," Chris growled, ready to fling the glass onto the floor.
"But you wish to return not to Earth, but some someone, don't you? There is someone you hope to reunite with? I can see it in your eyes," Chris could hear amusement in the demon's tone.
"What I aim at once I get back is nothing for you to bother with." He said.
"Oh, I don't plan on bothering anything, however, you won't get back to Earth, and that shard that you are so carelessly bouncing around may be the closest thing you will ever have of seeing the person you wish to see again." The Greater Demon smiled toothily as Chris immediately stopped bouncing the glass and held it in his grip, suddenly very chary of the demon's words.
"What are you saying?" He didn't remove his stare from the Greater Demon.
"I feed off of the woe and despair of others, my orb attracts that despair, and since the moment you've come into contact with that shard, it's been feeding off of your despair."
"I don't despair about anything." Chris said coldly.
"Whether you wish to admit it or not, there has been a heavy torment on your mind, and that torment has flowed into the shard. Because of this, you can see what you most truthfully want and wish to see, through that shard. You can see how it, or they are doing at this very moment. And you will always be able to see them."
"You're lying," Chris immediately answered, his gaze lingering on the shard in his palm. I can see Clary through this? "It's just as attempt so that I don't break this."
"Don't trust me? Fine then, look and see for yourself," The demon offered, has arm casually leaning against his spear headed staff.
Chris looked at the demon, and until he felt that he was really going to let him look into the shard and not take this advantage as a chance to kill him, he looked at the piece of shard in his hand.
It looked just as it did when he had first gotten it, and since then he hadn't paid it much attention. The green glass was undisturbed, no floating images inside of it, and Chris was about to call fraud when he saw the smallest of movement. Intrigued, he pulled the glass a bit closer to see, and suddenly, his vision tunneled, and he was no longer standing in the hot and stifling throne room, but he was looking down from a bird's eye view, looking down onto some sort of island.
If this thing is supposed to show me what I want, I don't remember wanting a run-down rock.
But suddenly, as if someone were redirecting the image, the view zoomed in. It was late in the night, but he was able to make out buildings, a large open field that took up half of the small rock island, and a water tower, all surrounded by deep blue water.
The more he stared at the image, the more he began to realize what he was looking at.
Why am I looking at Alcatraz? Last time I checked, I didn't need a prison….
But it wasn't the prison that the view was showing him. Slowly, the image zoomed in, the prison of Alcatraz enlarging until he was able to see a small green light, zooming across a path. He didn't know what it was, according to him, Alcatraz was closed, there shouldn't be any people on the island this late into the night, and while he wondered who it could be, he saw another light, a flash of deep scarlet, almost lightning like, zoom through the air, and headed straight for the green light. The green light rolled and swerved, Chris assumed it was because the holder of the green light had ducked and rolled out of the way of the red lightning.
This time, he willed the image to zoom in ever more, to be able to see exactly what was going on. As if he were watching it on a television screen, the crystal clear vision of a warlock who was running and chucking what looked like balls of fire came into place. The warlock wore all black, almost concealing the strange red glow of his skin which was visible from his hands. A baseball cap was perched tightly on his head, the rim low so that his eyes were obscured. Chris saw and even heard the warlock mumble underneath his breath, and suddenly, on the ground in front of him, a large chasm opened up, not very wide, but it stretched down very deep, so deep that he couldn't see the bottom, and molten lava shot up like a geyser into the air, forming a sort of wall between the warlock, who continued to run in the opposite direction, and whoever was on the other side.
Chris followed the warlock for a bit, and stopped abruptly as the warlock too stopped to look back and see if his chaser was still held back by the wall of lava. Who was the warlock running from?
Just as he thought it, the view zoomed in closer to the wall of lava, and before he could process anything, a figure jumped through the fiery red liquid, moving so fast that their body was a blur. All Chris was able to catch was that their arms were crossed in front of their face, as if to shield themselves from the heat, but why, he didn't know, considering they just hopped through a whole wall of molten lava. He was also able to glimpse swirling black lines all over their arms.
Runes.
Chris glanced back at the warlock, very enraptured by what was going on. The Shadowhunter must have placed some very strong non-burn marks in order to leap through the fire, and he was curious as to what the warlock would do next. Sure enough, the warlock began to flare more red lightening at the fast approaching Shadowhunter, who must have dropped the green light, which now that he thought about it, must have been witchlight, and a new glow appeared, and Chris was barely able to register that it was a seraph blade when the Shadowhunter dodged everything that was thrown at them, and practically tackled the warlock.
They rolled in a tumble, entering the parade grounds of the prison island. The warlock sprang apart from the figure, and Chris could see a gash running from their collar bone to just below his breastbone. Blue blood was spilling from the shallow cut, and the warlock spoke out to the Shadowhunter, "You're very good, little Nephilim, but I think I'm done with games."
The warlock extended his fingers toward the Shadowhunter, whose figure was standing up, and whose back was to him, but there was something familiar in the figure, something he couldn't place yet. The warlock muttered something and the figure suddenly stood upright as if an invisible fist had wrapped around their whole body, pinning their arms and legs together.
The invisible fist turned the Shadowhunter around, and even though the hair was different and blown all over their face, and even their eyes were shut in a grimace as the invisible force squeezed at the fine toned muscles on the Shadowhunters arms, Chris immediately recognized her.
She was completely different, yet not different.
Her hair was straight and brown, and her eyes were also brown, yet under the dark night they looked like a deep shade of black. She bore no freckles, and she looked more in shape than she ever had. She wore a black tank top, even in the seemingly cold air, as Chris knew it was rounding winter, and grey skinny jeans, showing off her defined legs and lean arms.
Yet the way she carried herself was exactly the same.
She spat on the ground, and Chris could see black blood. Did she use the rune again?
"Cheater!" Clary, his Clary that he wanted to return to so badly, snapped, "You said if I caught you that you'd help!"
Caught him? What is she talking about? And why is she there, on Alcatraz of all places? What happened in Alicante?
"Oh really?" the warlock mused, a deep voice making him seem older than he looked, fixed his wound with a wave of his hand, "Well the only captured person I see here is you."
"Well if I could just snap my fingers and catch you I would've done it ages ago," Clary muttered angrily as the hand released her. He just noticed that she bore several scratches along her face and arms, the knees of her jeans were also ripped, black blood stains trailing down her legs. "Now let me go."
There was a fire in her eyes and s sort of finality in her voice that made him swell with pride. She was strong, and brave, and courageous. But what was she doing here?
The warlock sighed dramatically, "Well, if you insist on tearing yourself to pieces, very well then." The hand grasping Clary let her go, and as no sooner did she relax away from its grip did she launch herself forward, and Chris was just about to start thinking of ways that she could catch the warlock, even though he didn't know exactly what for, when suddenly the image disappeared, Clary and the warlock vanished, and he was back in the hot throne room.
No! He internally screamed. He needed to see her, and was about to peer back down into the shard when he remembered the Greater Demon that was still in front of him.
"Well then," The demon seemed to sound pleased at the look of awe on Chris's face upon seeing Clary again after so long, which he quickly hid behind a cold, indifferent look, "Now you see. I was not lying about the orb's abilities."
Chris didn't respond, only continued to hold the shard in his hand. He was absolutely not going to give this up, not at all.
"So, son of Valentine," the demon carried on, "Now I will give you your choice again. You can continue to be my right hand, live in power of others, except myself of course, and be known throughout the land, or you can die trying to escape. You're choice."
Chris stood there, staring at the blue eyes of the Greater Demon, and to the demon's surprise, he started laughing. Chris laughed, at the demon, his voice carrying around the walls of the room, making the demon's eyes slit in annoyance.
"What is it?" he asked, suddenly angered, "Does your own death seem humorous to you?"
He laughed even harder, a sort of insane and mocking sound and struggled to control himself, by the time he did, he kept a large smile, honest smile on his face. The demon looked as if there was something Chris wasn't telling him, waiting for an answer or explanation to this sudden outburst.
Chris was feeling suddenly giddy, and he looked up at the Greater Demon with a cold malice hidden behind his smile, "My death. I think it's funny that you think you can kill me."
The Greater Demon tightened his grip on his staff, "I'm much more powerful than you think."
Chris stopped the joking tone in his voice, but the smile was still there, "And I'm much more powerful than you know. I've seen other demons such as yourself, all gloating that they were strong and powerful, and all of them ended up with decapitated heads."
"Is this a challenge?" the demon stepped forward threateningly, and Chris smiled even wider.
"A challenge? Oh, it had never been a challenge for me. You see, I only needed you to send me to Earth, but seeing that you can't do that," he pulled out his sword from its sheath, "then there's nothing left for me to do."
The demon scoffed, "You can't kill me, a Greater Demon!"
"You seem to be forgetting that I was raised to kill demon's such as yourself, and that I'm part Greater demon as well. This match won't last ten seconds." Chris finally dropped the smile, and fixed his intense gaze on the demon.
Chris suddenly stepped right, and when the demon turned to him, his staff already raised and pointed at him, he quickly stepped left again and went around behind the demon. He jumped, his sword ready to slash down on the exposed neck, when suddenly everything went dark. Instead of smashing straight into a body, Chris landed on his feet again.
He was enveloped in the fog that he had entered when he had first met the demon, and now he couldn't see a thing.
"What? Are you afraid of me!?" Chris taunted into the blackness, "Decided to use your one and only defense against me you coward!"
A huge mass of cold air suddenly blew from behind him, and he felt the sharp end of a spear on his back. The point was only there for less than a second before he moved away from it, guessing exactly where the demon would be behind him. He slashed twice, in an 'X' shape. The first slash missed entirely, but the second one bit into flesh and bone, and he heard the demon growl angrily before disappearing again in the fog. Probably to try and get him by surprise.
He could feel a warm trickle on his back from where the spear had barely penetrated a bit of the skin, and ignored it.
Where did you go…
He waited for another cold blast of air, but it never came, neither did the voice of the demon echo around the fog.
Is he just planning on leaving me in here forever?
This time, he barely registered the cold when he was already jumping up into the air, and he pointed the sword downward, so that if he fell, he'd fall right on its head, but there was still no body there.
"Don't you think you're a little too old to play hide and seek, demon?" Chris called into the darkness.
All of a sudden, there was a voice though. Not the demon's, because it was too light, and in it was in his head.
To…..the….right…..duck….
He didn't know why he listened to it. It was as if he were programmed to do it, as if it wasn't even a voice, just something he had to do. He ducked, and swung his sword in a two hand grip out to the right. Immediately, there was a roar of pain, and when Chris brought his sword back to him, he felt ichor spilling from it.
Behind…you…..
Again, he listened to the voice, this time taking his machete and hurtling it behind him. The sound of the blade hitting its mark sounded for a second before the demon starting screaming.
"I'll kill you! Son of Valentine! You will die!" The demon roared, and soon his voice faded as he disappeared again.
Enough…..games…
Chris agreed. This whole darkness thing was tedious, but who was this voice in his head. It sounded…..familiar….yet he couldn't place it. It was too light in his head.
Summarily, as soon as Chris agreed with the voice, the darkness illuminated itself, and Chris was back in the throne room.
He was facing the door, where the Greater Demon was clutching his arm where the machete protruded, and blade sunk in so deep it came out through the other side of the arm. Ichor stained the floor from the two other wounds Chris caused.
The demon grimaced as he pulled out the machete from his arm, and pointed it at Chris.
"What? Didn't like your spear anymore?" he quipped.
The demon let out a huge roar, jumping towards him with a speed that Chris didn't anticipate, and he was just about to grab onto his sword and duck underneath the demons large legs to stab him from behind.
Then the Greater Demon exploded.
It happened almost in slow motion, though that might have just been Chris's mind. At first it seemed like the Greater Demon was getting bigger, but then he seemed to expand like a balloon, his skin stretching, like his insides were too much for the body to hold. Then the pear skin turned black and blue, ichor, as if it were burning form the inside out, the demon's eyes enlarged in surprise so much they were the size of softballs.
Then he just, exploded.
The skin ripped, like a ball that was filled with too much air, and suddenly there was skin and ichor and guts everywhere. It splattered the walls all around him, reaching up to the tall ceiling above him.
Miraculously, none of it hit him.
He was just about to wonder if the demon decided to commit suicide by explosion when a voice, one that sounded very familiar and the he could definitely recognize now.
"Oh thank hell he's gone! He was starting to get on my nerves. I was beginning to think I wouldn't be able to step into his fog and shut him up, with all his 'I'll kill you' talk and his 'I'm so powerfulness.' Really, he was just another bother."
Chris turned toward the female voice behind him, which was definitely not in his head anymore.
Lounging on the throne with both legs throne over the arm, wearing a long black V neck dress that contrasted with her white skin, her black hair slung carelessly back, exposing her empty eye sockets where instead of eyes, two snakes curled up inside of it sleepily. She sipped from a glass of wine that resembled blood lazily, her gaze looking at him in a motherly fashion, but Chris felt everything but protected.
Finding his voice, which had escaped him for the moment, he spoke in a voice that he didn't recognize. It was small, and quiet. Like a child.
"Lilith?"
Lacie: DUN DUN DUN!
Clary: Nooo! I thought she was gonee!
Chris: You thought horribly wrong.
Lacie: Yeah, sorry again for taking so long, I've been stressed out over the smallest of things that I'm just stupid for even worrying about.
Clary: Don't feel stupid!
Chris: Don't trust Clary, she had no soul.
Clary: JUST BECAUSE IM A RED HEAD DOES NOT MEAN I HAVE NO SOUL this is coming from the guy who's part demon.
Chris: I can't change who I am.
Lacie: *crack her back* Man I'm stiff. I need a massage. NOT FROM YOU CHRIS
Chris: Come on, I got all of your knots out last time.
Lacie: Yeah, and you replaced them with BRUISES. I was sore for days!
Chris: You're too weak, that's why
Clary: Can I have a massage? I've been craning over my sketch pad too much
Chris: *starts to massage her neck* Better?
Clary: *relaxed and starts to whine* no don't stop!
Lacie: *watches as Chris massages Clary* I'm not weak…..I'm just fragile…..*looks at readers* Oh yeah, I've got a bone to pick with you guys too! A lot of you guys say that you want Clary and Chris back together already! THESE THINGS TAKE TIME. I mean, how long did it take for Will to get back to Tessa in Clockwork Princess? TOO FRICKIN LONG. *drops her attempt to be angry and scolding and just pleads while holding out lollipops to all of you* just be patient okay? I promise they'll get back together. Mkay?
Clary: *feeling rejuvenated* I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU GUYS TOO. The number of reviews dropped last chapter? Was it not good enough? Huh, huh HUH? I see you guys! You're all reading and reading and pretending that review button down there doesn't exist! Well guess what busters! IT'S THERE. And Clary sees all with her beautiful green eyes, and she knows where you live! And she will send her demonic brother to T.P your houses! And she'll-
Chris: And she'll speak in third person and give out empty threats *sigh*
Clary: Well, they're not, well…
Lacie: I'll take it from here, thank you thought Clary!
Clary: My pleasure! *goes back to let chris massage her*
Lacie: Well then my fellow readers and (hopefully) reviewers! I'd just like to thank you guys for helping me get over 400 reviews! I love it so much, and hopefully as this story transitions, the number will keep going! My wonderlovely and fantamazingly people, I have to say, I missed you. I've been feeling a bit out of it and away from my story, but I'll continue to do my best!
Lacie: Now, maybe you should like, listen to Clary. I didn't buy five huge packages of toilet paper for nothing :P
J.K
OR AM I?
SEE YA SOON