A/N: ok I am sorry again but exams are coming up behind me with vengeance.

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-lem

Elodide

We slowly make our way down the stairs with my annoying sibling and Sebastard. What? It's a good name for him.

"Sooo…. Who are you guys? Vigilante killers? If so, I want in."

"Noooo…." He said mimicking my accent. I scowled as he continued, shaking his golden curls. "We are Shadowhunters"

"Thank you for that helpful explanation, brother". The word still felt alien on my tongue

Sebastian smirked. "You know about angels and demons right?"

"Yeah soo…." Then it hit me. Michael once told me an old story about a race of people who killed demons for a living, and had their own magic. You had to be born into it, or be transformed by a... cup I think? No way. No fudging way.

"Christ" I said "Are the stories true?"

"All the stories are true. That's the unofficial motto" Sebastian said

"Well not correct. The unofficial motto is Jace Lightwood. Looking better in black than you ever will."

"That's your unofficial motto" I laughed, doubling up and clutching the railings. But then I remembered the table and I stopped immediately. Hopefully no one would notice the burn mark in the table. Yeah, that's going to happen.

We walked into a short corridor, with 2 doors on it. One was open but the other was locked, protected by symbols that I didn't know. But, the spoke of something dark, of capture and imprisonment.

"What's behind that?

"Nothing. Nothing" Sebastian replied, a little nervously. Ok, some something was behind that door. Note to self: find out about that later.

We walked into the other door. My jaw fell open as I looked around.

Row upon row of weapons glistened back at me. Knives, those weird glass rods, longer ones, hammers, and….. Was that an axe?

"Ok then" Sebastian went all business like. "This is a seraph blade" he pointed to one of the long rods hanging up. Then he grabbed it and gave it to me. "Say a name of an angel and boom!"

"Boom?"

"Just try"

"Bob! Dave! Larry!" Jace sniggered in the background.

"Michael" I whispered, grief shooting though me, even though he wasn't dead, just gone.

It automatically lit up and a sharp blade sprung from it. It was too long to be classed as a dagger, but too short to be a sword.

"Oh" I said.

"Oh?" Jace repeated. Is that all you can say?

"What do you expect me to do? A song and dance?"

Sebastian grabbed it back.

"This is a knife" he explained, pointing to it on the wall.

I started mock clapping. "Wow! Do you think if I know what an axe is a may progress?"

Jace was laughing in the corner and Sebastian just rolled his eyes. Obviously no sense of humour was available at this moment in time. Leave a message after the screams.

"Obviously related. Sarcasm must run in the family"

"What runs in yours then, Sebastian?"

He went like a block of stone then. Whoa. Touchy subject. Ask Jace later.

"Ok then, since you are so clever, let's fight"

"Sebastian I don't think..."

His eyes then glazed over as he said "Fine Morgenstern"

No no no no no! Morgernstern? That was my song about love. Ironic, that I can't stand Sebastian. Then something else came into my mind. My brother wouldn't stay with Sebastian of his own accord.

He was forced to.

Sebastian was looking at me with hate. "Pick a weapon" he said whilst drawing a sword from his belt, the stars stamped on the blade shining. Morgernstern. Stern. Star. Ohh. I picked up a sword about the length of my arm, maybe longer.

"Fight." Jace said, a board expression on his face.

I went to swing my sword but he was gone. I looked around in confusion. Then I looked up. He was perched crookedly on the rafters, the wooden beams groaning under his weight. "Jump. Or are you too scared"

Jump. Be anything Elodide Theresa Herondale. Even as light as a feather. Be anything. My subconscious sounded creepily like Michael. Michael was never wrong.

So I jumped.

I landed next to Sebastian, with him smirking. I ducked right before the sword cleaved my head in 2. "Scared Herondale?" he said as I parried his next stroke.

"I could knock seven bells out of you any day"

He looked confused. I took the opportunity to slam the butt of my sword into the small of his back.

He fell from the rafters, looking like Lucifer as he was falling. I jumped aiming right next to him. A good clean land was all I needed. But that never happened. I jumped, but I lost my grip on the sword and tumbled down, landing straight on his chest.

I looked down. His dark eyes were full of emotion, like a war was raging inside of him. But then I thought I saw a flash of green in them before they changed to the dark pools that I knew. The scent of black pepper and lemon filled my nostrils. Gold mixing with platinum. He made no move to get up and neither did I. I felt a hand pull me up. Jace. Wow, way to ruin the romantic moment.

Wait, romantic? I hated Sebastian. Snarky to good for nothing, argh!

"Where did you get that?" he muttered, ice crystallising off of him. I looked down at my tattoo of the eye. I pointed toward the one and only Sebastian. Then he went into what I could only describe as older brother mode, even though we were twins.

"JOHNATHAN CHRISTOPHER MORGERNSTERN! WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING! YOU COULD HAVE TURNED HER INTO A GODDAMN FORSAKEN!"

"But I didn't! We better give her the marks because of the task."

"Fine he said, stalking out of the room like a 7 year old in a tantrum. Sebastian and I shared a single look before following him out of the door, past the mysterious room. I thought I heard a single scream before we went up the stairs.

I needed to find out what was behind that door.