Chapter one: The devils daughter.
Time jump to: Clarys 18th birthday.
It had turned dark when Clary woke, but she was unable to see if it was just because she was in the cell or because it really was night.
She moved, turned her back towards the door, noticing soft blankets underneath her. So, she was in her room. How she had gotten here she doesn't know. Last thing she rembered was being whipped for her 18th birthday present. Clary got up, not noticing the pain that ran up her spine when she did, and looked out the window. The stars shone. Through the windows, you could see out into the mundane world instead of looking out upon hell, where Clary and her family lived.
Clary didn't feel at home in the underground world that was hell, she wanted to fly the skies and paint the beautiful nature that surrounded the mundanes. When she told her brother this, he had made fun of her for sounding like angels. Her father heard what she said and gave her the worst whipping yet, because of it. She was a good fighter now. That was his fault.
Valentine, the devil, always kept his daughter on a tight leash, not allowing her to leave the fortress. Her brother though got to do everything he wanted. She looked down on her chest, just over her heart, for a moment wondering if she would ever find her soulmate. She was told about soulmates, on her 4th birthday, about how there were supposed to appear a mark, a rune, just above your heart, when you met your soulmate's gaze.
Clary just stood there for a moment before deciding. She tore the window open, before flying out into the night. She knew her father would kill her when she returned, but she didn't care for it. She wanted to be free for just one night.
-O.o.O-
Clary landed in the middle of central park, hidding her wings. Without them, she could go for a normal mundane, but she knew angels would be able to notice her. She glamoured herself, leaving no trail that she existed, unless she wanted to be seen by the specific person.
Then she began walking towards the club, where Magnus hang out, the son of Asmondos, a warlock. He would help her stay out of sight for the night. Her and Magnus had been friend for as long she could remember. He had been the one who had healed her wounds on her 5th birthday.
Clary wasn't noticed by the bodyguard, so she slipped right in. She quickly looked around for any sign of Magnus. She found him sipping on a drink some chick with big boobs and a big booty gave him before noticing her.
Magnus got over towards her before she could even look down her own body, jealous of the chicks big curves. She had her mothers small petite curves to thank for that.
Magnus grabbed Clarys wrist, and dragged her into a small "workers only" room. He locked the door, before turning to her. "What are you doing here biscuit? Didn't your father tell you specifically not to sneak out today?" Clary met his gaze head on, her green gaze, starring into his cat pupils. "Which was why I came. He locked me in the room, Magnus. You know I can't stand small rooms, especially if it is locked. Besides-" She turned to look around. "I was wondering why he told me not to tonight."
Magnus let out a deep sigh, before answering. "Because biscuit, there are angels here tonight. They cannot se you." Clary turned her head around nearly to quick. Her green eyes had lit up, like she had an idea. "There are angels here?! Magnus I wanna meet them."
"Not happening."
"Come on, please?"
"No, how could you even suggest something like that?"
"Magnus, just think of it as a 18th birthday present. Pleeease Magnus?" Clary made puppy eyes. She knew Magnus couldn't say no to her, when she stretched and letter like that and made her puppy eyes. He knew it was dangerous, if any of the angels just turned out to be able to look through glamours and saw her pitch black wings, or even worse if one of them turned out to be her... No he couldn't think like that.
"Okay biscuit, but if your father gets mad, and asked who helped you, I wasn't here." Clarys eyes light up. "Thank you Magnus!" she gave him a hug before moving on. "Where are they?" She unlocked the door, and looked around.
"Left corner from here. Deep in the corner. If you look closely you can see their wings."
Magnus gently pushed her aside to get back to the VIP area. The chick seemed to have left while he was busy with Clary.
"I'm up there if you need me." He said and pointed to a couch.
"Thanks Magnus" Clary said before sneaking out of the room, slowly closing the door behind her.
Clary made her way out to the dance floor, trying to get a good look on the angels in the corner. She had never seen angels before, because as mentioned her father didn't let her go out the fortress.
She studied the angels carefully. One had black hair and blue eyes. He looked bored, as if he was dragged here without permission. The other though, had golden skin and hair. His eyes were golden and were... starring right at her?!
She felt her heart heat up as she kept her gaze with the angel. His eyes were curious, yet serious at the same time. Right at this moment, she felt her chest begin to burn, and she ran as fast as she could for the bathroom.
Clary locked herself in a stall and slowly removed her top. There it was. A black mark. Right above her heart.
Jonathan, it spelled. She let out a jagged breath as she realized it's meaning.
Her soulmate was an angel.
It couldn't be true. Demons always have demon soulmates. Heck, soulmates shouldn't even be real. Clary felt her heart beat 10x faster. What, would her father say? He would be pissed. She wasn't even supposed to be outside the underground today. Tears slowly slipped down her face as she realized her mistake. The angels were the cause of her pain.
Clary let out a terrifying sob, as she thought about the disappointing look on her mother's face and the anger reflected in her father's eyes. Her muscles flexed at the thought of the whip that surely would fall on her back.
Clary stopped sobbing as best she could when she heard footsteps outside the toilet booth. Before she even heard his voice, she knew it was the golden angel 'Jonathan' who's footsteps came to a stop outside the booth. She knew, he knew that she was in the booth. He felt it between the bond that had been formed around them. Connected them. 'Jonathan' cleared his throat.
"Hey are you okay?"
-O.o.O-
Jace POV.
(Earlier that day)
Green eyes stared into golden ones. "Leave me alone" came a small voice from someone in front of him. "Why?" He asked daring not seeing, what was wrong, white wings spread from her back, so she couldn't be a demon. What could possibly be wrong. "Leave me alone." This time he saw, the owner of the green eyes, mouth move. Her voice came out stronger, than before, but it still didn't convince Jace, to stop bothering her. Something, he didn't know, was dragging him towards her. As the girl felt he wasn't going to let go, her eyes filled with fear and rage. "Leave. Me. ALONE." She screamed, but as she screamed, a wave of power hit Jace, throwing him backwards, hitting his head…
Jace bolted up, shook from his dream. As he tried to think back to what happen in the dream, he couldn't. The dream had left as fast as it came. Who was that girl? He couldn't remember, not anymore. In the dream, he knew who she was.
A swift knock sounded on Jaces bedroom door, and a maid told him that his father requested his audience, in the office. Jace quickly got dressed and went to the office. Here was his father waiting, his big white wings spread out behind him, as he glanced out the window. When Stephen heard his son near him, he turned around and was met by his sons confused face.
"What did you want, father?" Jace asked, still deep in thought.
"I have a mission for you, son." Stephen sighed. "We shouldn't even have had to do this. I want you to spy on the warlock Magnus Bane."
Jace straightened his shirt. "Why is that, may I ask? I thought we had peace with Downworlders?" Stephen bored his gaze into his sons. "This specific warlock is known for his relationship with the king of demons. We need to supervise him, make sure he doesn't help the demons. The last thing we need is the downworld allying themselves with the demons."
"Alright, should I go alone and be discreet, or take Alec?" Jace asked, tuning out. He didn't care for the answer. He would take Alec no matter what. But, his father didn't need to know that.
"Yes, you can bring Alexander. But, no one else. We don't want to alarm Magnus, that we are trying to spy on him." Stephen turned away from his son. "You start tonight. You are dismissed."
-O.o.O-
(Later that evening)
"Come on, Alec." Jace was impatient. They were preparing for their mission this evening, but Alec kept switching between sword and bow. "Calm down Jace, it's not even that late yet. We aren't even supposed to be out yet." Alec turned to his best friend. "Okay, let's go, then" Jace stands up and stretches. They walked out of the weapons room, Alec carefully placing his bow over his shoulder besides the arrow quiver.
"We should hide our wings now, Jace." Alec commented. "When we get down there we might not have time." Jace, who had previously walked in front of Alec, looked back.
"What's fun about that Alec? Mundanes can't even see them. Only Downworlders can. Besides, it is more comfortable to have them out, not hidden." Jace had begun walking faster, forward the portal room, they used to get down to earth with.
They stopped outside the two giant birch doors, before Jace pushed them open. Inside was a small collection of portals. A blue one, used to portal around the angel islands. A green one, to portal down to earth, which was the only way to do so, if you didn't fall, and ended up in hell. The last portal, was behind bars. It was a deep red color, nearly like blood, and it lead to hell. It was rarely used, had only been used maybe 2 times. No one wanted to go there without a mission.
Jace lead the way forward the green portal and glanced back at Alec, gave a quick nod, before being absorbed in a whirlpool of green.
Jace quickly regained his footing as he stepped out into an abandoned street. Music was audible from longer down the street. Just after Jace came Alec. He nearly fell as he exited the portal. Both quickly glamour their wings as they made their way to Pandemonium.
They just walk past the guard standing outside of the club, and sit down in the corner of the club. "This is going to be boring." Jace said, yawning. "Just shut up, we need to fit in." Alec said in a matter-of-fact tone, as he always did when Jace became a little too cocky.
A flash of red caught Jaces attention about an hour into their watch. His eyes quickly searched for the red, he saw, but it had disappeared just as fast as he spotted it. Alec noticed the flicker in Jaces eyes. "What are you looking for? Magnus Bane is right…" Alec looked forwards the couch, were their target had been before. "..there….? Where did he go?" Alec began to panic. They had lost their target. Jace was still calm. "He probably just went to the bathroom. They sat there for some minutes, Alec sweating of nerves. Suddenly Jace noticed the same red color he spotted earlier, and his eyes connected with a deep green pair of eyes. A pain shot through his chest, and he saw the fear in the green eyes, before he realized what it was.
He had found his soulmate.
It couldn't be true. Soulmates doesn't exist. He hadn't broken contact with the green eyes, but he saw tears in the corners of the eyes, before he saw the back of the girl. Big white wings sprouted out from her back, but he hadn't met her before. And as the prince of angels, he knew most angels.
"Hey Jace, you alright there? You seem distracted…" Alec commented, looking at his friend. "Yeah, I am fine, I just got to use the bathroom. Be right back." Without waiting for an answer, Jace trailed after the girl. He was determined to find out who she was.