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LAST CHAPPIE EXCEPT FOR EPILOUGE! BOOYAH! Remind me never to say that again…

So I know you were all breaking out the guns and bazookas after the end of the last chappie but calm. Wait. WE ARE FANGIRLS AND FANBOYS. YOU DONT TELL US TO CALM DOWN!

Thanks to crayzedfangurllll, Marie E. Brooke and Fanfictionauthor123. I could stop laughing at your reviews crayzedfangurllll! Marie E. Brooke thanks from the critique and awesomeness!

Anyway. Don't kill me! It was important to the plot! (Best author excuse EVER!)

I have a beta! OMFG! Well it is one of my friends that I bribed so…

There is a Pinterest board for this story! Well only because I got bored and needed inspiration. And I also needed for school. Still...

So onto the disclaimer!

Me: MICHEAL! How is City of Bones coming along?

Michael: asdfghjkl dying inside. *hitting head on table*

Me: Calm! Disclaimer and then I will let you wallow in feels.

Michael: Fine. Lem owns nothing except her OC's and the plot. NOW LET ME DIE IN PEACE!

Me: But you're immortal.

Michael: *Sigh*

-lem

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El

Waking up was hard. Almost impossible. My vision was hazy, brain foggy. What happened last night? I remembered everything clearly up until that drug touched my lips, then after that… Nothing. Only little flashes. Were they dreams or memories?

I slowly detangled myself from the dark sheets. Wait. This wasn't my bedroom. Where was I? I spun around and saw a sleeping form next to me, familiar.

John.

My god. We did it. We actually did it.

There was a note at the foot of the bed as I grasped it and begun reading the looping, smudged green writing.

To Elodide, my love.

I don't know how to say this, but... I love you and would spend the rest of my days with you. Of course, there is a catch. Him. El, I feel trapped in my own body, screaming to break free. Anything I see, when I'm myself, he will never remember. So you're safe. But not for long.

Lilith. She is going to rise. Her essence was scattered by the daylighter, but she is coming back. At the 7th scared site, she will rise, and when she does, I can't come back. I can't be saved. No-one can save me from the demon that is my soul. When she rises, the endarkened will rise with her. His plan is to sit on a throne of bone whilst he watches the shadowhunters burn in hellfire.

I don't want this, but if you know deep down I can't be saved, kill him. Kill me. I couldn't stand him being here any longer. I would have killed myself if it weren't for you keeping me sane. You. You are the angel, I the demon holding the keys to your heart. I am like a prisoner in my own body, screaming to be heard but suppressed. Only you heard my pleas.

I am so sorry. I know I can't make up for what he has done but I'm sorry. I know you saw those people imprisoned in the cell. He knows too. Beware. Free them quickly or they will be killed as soon as she rises, for her pleasure. But I don't know how to free them. Only something more seraphic than adamas can be used, and there is no key. He broke the key.

Take care of Jace, and Clary. My baby sister needs protecting from him. Keep a look out.

Goodbye Elodide Theresa Herondale.

John

I stared at the paper in shock. No. Maybe if I could find a way to separate them…

But I knew deep down in my soul that that was not possible.

I heard something small drop to the floor. I picked it up and gasped.

It was a small charm of a sword. One half of it was emerald, the other an odd brown gold. Our eyes. I clutched it in my palm as it drew a bead of blood, trickling down my wrist.

I heard a creak of bedsprings and turned around. John was sitting up, looking as confused as me.

"El…"

Then I saw his eyes quickly turn to black as he doubled over in agony.

"Run!"

I grabbed the dress, boots and ran out of the room into mine. I quickly got into the dress, to make sure of little suspicion as I saw the door open and a figure walk through. I focused on his features as I sent up a prayer of thanks to make sure I wasn't in the nude.

"You know I was about 2 steps away from skewering you."

Jace shrugged. "Sorry. Have did you seen Sebastian? I think he took someone home as I saw a girl in his bed-"

I froze on the spot. He knew? Oh no oh no oh no. Oh crap.

"-so I though she was wandering around. Did you show her out?"

I exhaled a small sigh of relief.

"Oh yeah yeah, short mundie, blonde hair, grey eyes? Yeah I showed her out." I stammered quickly. Jace didn't notice any difference.

"Ok then. Are you getting up?"

I checked the clock.

"No. Its 5 in the bloody morning for god sake. Now out! AND DON'T WAKE ME UP UNLESS IT'S IMPORTANT"

As he left I notice the crumpled piece of paper in my hand. John's letter. I let the tears fall, laminating the floor in gold as I cried myself to sleep, thinking of the future.

…

I was back in Magnus' apartment. There wasn't the whole brigade, only Magnus looking at me with concern and pity.

"Are you ok? Clubbing gone wrong?" I sniffled but said nothing, clutching the piece of paper like a lifeline.

"Blondie, I'm gonna ask you some questions." I stiffened but he saw and calmed the tone of his voice. "Only some easy questions like name and age. I know you don't want to tell me what has went on, and I feel the best way to take your mind off things is a little chat eh?" I mutely nodded. "So, what's your full name?"

My voice cracked as I muttered "Elodide Theresa Herondale" he smiled.

"I know a Theresa Herondale. Well she goes by her maiden name now, not to dwell on better times. An ancestor of yours I believe. Very nice woman, had some right laughs. Even about the time when we were discussing about my head falling off-"

"Because we all know that the hairdressing industry would go into an economic meltdown if that happened" I muttered "and maybe the glitter industry"

"Huh. You are a little like her, but more like that sarcastic ancestor, Will Herondale."

I wiped some tears away and sniggered. "Yeah. If he goes on about demon pox one more time I am gonna flip my shit. Imagine if he was a doctor. I swear he would diagnose everyone with demon pox, even if it was a gunshot wound."

He looked at me like I was loco. "He's been dead for a while now El. I doubt you have ever met him."

"Really? I had no idea." I muttered, pouring all of the sarcasm I could into the sentence. I absentmindedly tapped the rune that connected me and Will together. Magnus looked at his and his eyes slowly bulged out, the gold green eyes looking at me with shock and something more.

"My god. This is a joke. It must be."

I knitted my brows and looked up and the bundle of sparkles.

"What? And before you ask, yes, that Herondale is still the same sarcastic, duck hating dude. Mag? You ok?"

He sat down on the chair opposite me a started looking at me, with shock. He put a hand up to his head, and studied me.

"When the world was younger, I heard a rumor. A prediction by a mundane with the sight. No-one in the shadow world believed her but me. I wrote this down somewhere…"

He then started scrabbling around the bookshelf in the corner, most of the books in demonic languages that were alien to me.

"Here it is!" he coughed and begun reading.

"Demons rise in mist

Double kissed

Intertwined

With her kind

Burning in fire

Laughing in flames

Breaking bonds

And maybe the most sacred of them all"

I looked at him through my lashes, golden brown meeting goldy green.

"Well that's freaking ominous. You should be a GPS into knee deep confusion"

"Pah. You wish you could afford me as a GPS"

The world was ripped from my vision as I sat up, clutching the bed, shaking.

…

I quickly looked at my phone. 7:30pm was shining in luminous letters. Groaning, I slowly ran the shower, letting the water numb my thoughts and feelings. But not for long.

I clipped the tiny sword onto my bracelet, clinking against the runes.

I sat down on my bed and put my head in my hands. I felt hollow, empty. Nothing was going to be better. My life was going to be like this, every day. I needed to escape, I just needed the right opportunity. I couldn't leave Jace. I couldn't leave Clary. I needed to find a way to sever Jace from Sebastian, without hurting either of them. I needed to make sure Lilith never rises. If she never rose, there would always be hope for him. Destiny pulled us together, fate keeping us apart. I needed to free those people in the door. Gemma, Alex, Sophie, Max, Miya, Michaela, Lauren, Amy and Becky. They were all stuck, and I needed to find a way to free them, with something more seraphic than adamas. There was nothing except one thing.

I flipped hurriedly through my codex, penciling in small additions as I went. Heavenly fire- seraphic. That was about all it said. Fat lot of help you were then codex. Where could you get heavenly fire?

I ran downstairs to the door opening it marginally. I looked around, and it looked like someone had painted the walls red. Shackled were dripping in the stuff, bloody hand marks all over the wall. On one wall, there was a list of names, of all of the people in there.

Michaela ran up to me as I gasped. Cuts decorated her arms and face, more so than the rest and her blonde hair was sticky with blood. I looked at the people behind, most were slumped against the wall, whilst Amy was unconscious, straight blond hair fanning around her, cracked glasses next to her. I noticed demonic runes littering her arms, amongst the angelic. I narrowed my eyes, and Michaela noticed me. Her bright blue eyes looked over at Amy with sympathy.

"I don't know what happened. When she went for interrogation, she came back stumbling and had the runes all over her. She collapsed and then hasn't woke up."

"By the angel. How long has she been out?"

"About a day." She shrugged and looked at me.

"What happened to you?"

"I'm a cheeky little bastard that's what. These" she gestured to her arms "are for disobedience and not shutting up. We think Amy sassed him a little too much, so she's now got all of those runes on her. Sophie and Max think the combination was meant to do something, even though they don't know what."

"I need everyone to listen. I have an idea."

"I hope it's not crazy." Michaela grumbled.

"Well…"

Michaela woke everyone up, except Amy, whose slight figure was still out cold. Everyone was looking at me with expectation and fear.

"Soo… is there anything more seraphic than adamas?"

"Heavenly fire" Sophie said bluntly, shaking her head, lilac hair swishing around

"And…?"

"Heavenly fire" Max butted in.

"Well shit"

I held out the chunk of adamas, glowing not silver, but gold. Gemma and Alex recoiled from it a little, but looked at it with wonder, as did everyone else.

"Where the heck did you get that?" Becky muttered, as she locked eyes with her sister on the other side of the room, with identical glances of confusion. Of course, Lauren must have been a shadowhunter at one point. She would understand everything.

"Once again I say: long story." I started working on the chains, but it only created a small dent.

"Damn." Where was I going to get heavenly fire? Michael surely wasn't going to let me borrow some of his angel mojo… was he?

Mi?

You already can. You will know when it is right.

Well fuck you

You'll be changing your tone in a bit Tem.

I heard a clanking as the door banged open. I scrambled to one of the alcoves and sucked my breath in and Sebastian came strutting through the door.

"Vampire. Your next." He pointed at Gemma with hate.

Gemma retreated to the corner and bared her fangs. Sebastian calmly went up to her and dragged her away, kicking and screaming into an adjoining door.

I slowly backed out of the room, running up the stairs and trying to comprehend what I just saw.

…

As I was going to grab a sandwich from downstairs, I ran into a figure covered in blood and shaking with fear, eyes full of determination.

Jace.

"El." His voice was cracked and he held a glassy cup in one hand. I looked at him properly, and I saw him. Not that person who was wrapped around Sebastian's little finger. It was him, whole, pure. My brother. I had never saw him whole, but I knew inside.

I tackled him with a huge hug, and he inhaled a dry sob.

"Elodide. The Jace you know, he isn't really me…" I locked eyes with him and we conveyed the messages that only siblings could share. The look.

"I know. I had my suspicions but now…"

"You believe me?" he said astonished. So, he was still a little clueless.

"Of course. You're my twin, and no you are not older than me, and I believe you."

He gave me a rib crushing hug, as I leaned back and studied him, blood and all.

"What happened to you?"

"I-I killed an iron sister" he put his head in his hands and sat down on the stairs. I sat next to him and put my arm around him.

"But that wasn't you. It was the other you. It wasn't your fault was it? You didn't want that."

"I won't stay like this for long though El" he pulled his top up to show me a dark rune in silvery red. I was sure I had saw something similar to that once. It was slashed in half but slowly healing. "Once that is healed…" His voice trailed off.

I pulled him to his feet. He looked at me confused until I said one word.

"Clary" he nodded with determination. I went up the stairs and looked down the corridor. Nothing. I gave him an all clear symbol as he ran into Clary's room.

I heard Clary's voice freaking out inside my head as I trudged back to my room.

Damn. I'm gonna have a bitch of a headache later.

…

I was half-asleep half-awake when I heard a shout from the next room over.

"JOHNATHAN! JOHNATHAN CHRISTOPER MORGERNSTERN!"

I barged into Clary's room next door. I don't care if they wanted privacy, this was about to get real.

I stared at Clary with shock. Why would she do this?

Clary. Why?

I couldn't have him turn himself over to the clave.

I looked at her with betrayal and shock as Sebastian barged through.

"Lovers spat?" he muttered, amused whilst a sliver knife glittered in his hand, inscribed with holy symbols. The blade had blood on it, too bright to be ordinary blood.

Gemma's blood. It made me sick to the stomach that he was so calm after torturing someone.

I was about to agree with him just to get him out when Clary interrupted and the truth spilled out.

"Go El" Sebastian said, eyes as cold as ice.

He expected me to go, be docile. Well no more. That was me obedient, to a point. No more

"No."

"What?!"

"I said no" I stood my ground and looked up at him. It was time to stand my ground.

Jace was confronting him and Sebastian was answering back, but focused on me the whole time.

He rushed forward and began to put an iratze on Jace, but I got there first. I pushed him away, and he went flying into the cabinet. Jace winced in pain, as they were still bound but made no complaint. He moved back as a shadow cast over me, and I saw his hand about to knock me unconscious. I caught it and stared into his eyes. I felt a rush of power as white gold eyes met pure black

"Bitch." He muttered as the other arm whacked into me and the floor rose to embrace me. I saw Jace get an iratze put on him by force as he crouched down next to me.

"El…" then his body went stiff as he was took back under Sebastian's control "What happened?" he asked.

"I did it. She disobeyed me. You know the price. I would have done more, but is your sister. Next time I will not be so lenient." I gazed at him with hate as Clary glanced around him, looking at me with pity.

My vision waved as I fell into an unconscious state.

…

That moment, I saw the world. The fire. The glorious gold fire, heavens spark. I saw the gift of the divines. It had only ever been given to one human in our age…

I knew how to get the people out.

…

I slid back into consciousness. Turning over, I spat a mixture of blood and spit onto the floor. I grabbed an abandoned stele on the floor and drew a few iratzes onto my bruised skin. I slowly got up and looked in the mirror, assessing the damage.

Bruises covered my arms, a deep cut on my neck. Even as it healed, it was still a prominent scar decorating my neck down to my shoulder.

Ignoring the pain I ran down to the room where they were kept. Locked. I kicked it down, wood splintering inwards.

They all looked up with astonishment.

"What's with kicking the door down then? Didn't anyone tell you it's not a superhero movie?"

"Yeah, what did the door ever do to you?" grumbled an annoyed voice. I looked over to the speaker. Amy. Was she okay now?

She rubbed her legs and grimaced in pain.

I glanced over questioningly at Lauren.

"The runes gave her some sort of condition. It effects your body, and makes the muscles deteriorate. It's only in her legs, as he didn't have chance to get at her arms, thank the angel. Good thing her main weapon has always been the bow." She whispered. God.

"I know how I get you out" I announced

"How? No heavenly fire, remember?" Alex said.

"You underestimate me. By the way, before you go sick, I had no idea of this before now…"

I closed my eyes and thought of anything that would provoke reactions. Books, movies, Ben, Lil, Michael, Jace, Clary, Sebastian. But mostly Johnathan. John. My soulmate, my love that I could never be with.

I heard gasps as I opened my eyes. Induced side effects were a little crazy. Tongues of golden fire shot out, twisting and turning around me. It was white hot, but somehow familiar, comfortable. I felt as if I had unlocked chest inside me as this came pouring out, ready for use at any moment. I heard shattering as all the chains broke in unison. The fire slowly died down as I had 9 shocked people looking at me stunned.

"Well are you going to get out of this hellhole or not?!" I shouted.

"Weapons?" Becky proclaimed.

"Across the hall"

"We owe you big style" Michaela said. "If there is anything we can do to help…"

"There is actually. It involves fighting the bastard who put you in here. You in?"

"Hell yes. This isn't a little fight anymore. This is war"

…

After they had enough weapons they could carry and were filled in on the plan, I lead them out, keeping a look out all of the time for Sebastian.

As I approached the door I noticed a huge rune. It looked like an unfinished opening rune, but I knew immediately what it was. I slid a small stone as a doorstopper and let the people out. Night had broken, so it was safe for Gemma and Alex to go out.

"Remember the signal!" I shouted as the door shut, the rock just keeping the door open a crack.

I surveyed the living room. Glass was all over the floor, in jagged shards. Crimson liquid collected in pools, smearing the wall. I crouched down and skimmed my finger across the blood. Still fresh. I went to my room. If Clary was injured, I would know. I felt fear and shock, but no major injuries, except for cuts and bruises.

I put a few items in my bracelet dimensional pocket. I had a feeling I would not be coming back.

I glanced over at my bed and took a little gasp. There was the outfit of my dreams. That one outfit any fangirl dreamed of kicking ass in. It was leather pants, a long leather coat, done up with horizontal stripes and a weapons belt. Empty, of course. The clothes were bright red, like the color of fresh blood. A note was on the top, looping writing forming a simple, yet threatening note.

Get ready in this outfit. Or else

-S

I sighed and went into the bathroom where I nearly kicked Clary. She was wearing a chiffon dress, with and old gold sheen that made it look like a flame. Her legs were pulled up to her chest, showing the spots of bruises covering her body. They looked fresh too. I swallowed back bile and my jaw dropped.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

"He-he tried to-"

"Girl, if you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to. But I have found telling someone is better. You know I won't judge you, whatever happens"

"He tried to r-"

I knew immediately where the conversation was going. My god.

"He didn't did he?" I said, narrowing my eyes. Rage at Sebastian was coming in waves. This is like something Satrina would do, and I classed her as the most evil thing in the world. Now, I was starting to re-think my rankings.

"No- he s-stopped"

"I am going to kill him. I am going to skewer him, and laugh whilst doing so." I was, but what about John?

If you know deep down I can't be saved, kill him. Kill me.

I steeled myself and started tugging the clothes on ferociously. Chucking the weapons belt that was laid out for me across the room, I tugged my old one on and started filling it with knives and my sword, Temeraria. I sat down and laced up my boots whilst saying to Clary

"Clary. This ends tonight. I will make sure. I promise."

Then Sebastian ran in the door as we both gave him dirty looks and I put my finger up at him. Of course, it was just one of them.

He put a crossbow at Clary's back, a sword at mine as he marched us out, into the cold night air.

…

The moment the door closed, the apartment rumbled. CRASH! The building that I had been living in for a week, was now just ashes. Dust and ashes amongst the witchlight and hills, slate raining down on us.

Sebastian's face was a mask of rage and shock as he looked at Clary.

"Wha-"

Clary laughed and I clapped. I was so proud of my feisty ginger friend. At least I had made friends on this journey.

"What have you done?"

"That rune" she responded "The one you thought was an unfinished Opening rune. It wasn't. It just wasn't anything you have seen before. It was a rune I created."

"A rune for what?

I butted in then. "You wanna know what? I can read those runes, you know. I could have told you, but alas, you didn't consult my wisdom" I smirked.

"FOR WHAT?"

"Destroying the apartment as soon as you closed the door. Why do you think the doorstop was there, to let in the night air? It gone. No-one can use it. Not even you.

The crossbow shook, as Sebastian's eyes were crazy. I understood why mad meant angry and crazy. Sebastian was mad.

"You bitches!" I laughed and gave Clary a high five.

"Kill us then. But oh! How are you going to explain to Jace you killed his darling girlfriend and his super awesome sister? Oh wait! You can't!"

"I will make you drink from the infernal cup. And you will like it."

"You can shut up and calculate how many fucks I give. Also, the infernal cup can be shoved up your-"

The point of the sword dug into my back, drawing blood. I was tempted, so temped to draw my sword, but I had a deal to keep.

I let him push me to the massive tomb that looked like Stonehenge, but more resembling a doorway, with 3 massive stones. There were about 40 Nephilim decked out in red, crowding around a wide space. I saw my brother on a large rock, making some sort of speech. His gold hair glittered as I twisted a strand of my own, identical, around my finger.

Sebastian went up and took over the little speech and went into the middle of the circle. I watched it all unfold before my eyes. He chanted and drew a sharp, ceremonial dagger, sparking in the light. I felt Satrina come back into my head, almost begging me to come to the dark side. I clutched my hair and I heard the chanting get louder.

A gasp escaped my lips. A ball of spinning fire was in front of Sebastian. Satrina's voice became even louder, almost screaming as I craned my head to look into the pentagram

A woman's for appeared, long black hair covering her like shroud. She was beautiful, I had to admit that. She had full lips, raven black hair and a curvy body. But her eyes… they were fully made up of tiny black snakes. Onyx black.

The exact color of Sebastian's eyes.

My hand then started shooting out a tiny jet of black light. I glanced at it with horror as people pushed me towards the pentagram. I was probably stronger than half of the people there, but I was outnumbered. I screamed and tried to push back, but nothing happened. I almost fell into the pentagram, but I regained my balance and looked at the woman properly.

No…

I felt like I was 8, the bitter taste of the demon blood in my mouth, whip lashes covering my whole body. She was dead. She had to be dead.

But I never died and neither did she.

Satrina Odam looked back and forth between me and Sebastian, a cruel grin lighting up her face.

"Ah. So I see you have met my son then?"

…

Holy shit. Satrina was Lilith. And Lilith was Sebastian's 'mother'.

"You will make a beautiful bride for my son"

Really fate? Really? This is just taking the mick.

I drew my sword faster than lighting, but then I felt 4 arrows 2 knives, 10 swords digging into my back. I gritted my teeth as blood bloomed at the back of my leather coat. A knife came swishing across my cheek, leaving a thin line of red in its wake. I gasped and clutched my cheek in pain as a vial was held underneath it, blood dripping into the tiny tube. Cold slender hands grasped my face and turned it to the side, studying the damage inflicted by his short ceremonial dagger.

Someone started whispering in my ear "Thank you for your blood Elodide. This will create new shadowhunters. Stronger ones allied with Lilith, not Raziel." I was about burn that bastards grin off his face when I composed myself.

He cut the fleshy part of his hand, near his thumb and slowly turned it around, blood collecting in the bottom of the cup. He poured in my blood and gave the cup to Lilith. She poured some of her blood in, sludgy black ichor pooling in the bottom. Satrina then disappeared, scattering in the cold night air. I knew she wasn't gone, her pestering voice staying strong at the back of my mind. I felt deep sorrow then as my hand wavered to my pocket where the letter was still tucked up in a ball.

At the 7th scared site, she will rise, and when she does, I can't come back. I can't be saved.

John was gone. He couldn't come back. I could only fight now.

Only fight.

…

There was a scuffle as everyone got into line to drink from the cup. Sebastian's hand was clamped around my wrist, so I couldn't move. As a shadowhunter went to drink from the cup, he gagged. An arrow shaft was protruding from his throat. He went down silently. I thought it was Amy, but the shaft of the arrow was different. A figure appeared over the rock, grinning. I had to narrow my eyes but I knew who it was.

Alec Lightwood.

There was a massive battle cry as a gaggle of people charged. And at the head there was Simon, the person who I thought would only kill in video games. His face was set with determination, swinging a familiar sword in his hand. He was flanked by Izzy and Magnus, Izzy with a whip in her hand, blue sparks trailing behind Magnus. The dark shadowhunters screamed as they rose to embrace the assault.

I got Sebastian's grip off me and slapped him as I ran and the chaos emerged.

And the world came crashing down.

…

Mi? I need your help.

What?

Please? His tone changed almost instantly. I almost never said please to Michael.

What do you need?

You know.

Sure. I need to kick Lilith's kid back to Hell. Can't use my sword though. Raziel loaned it to some kid. Said he was a fool but courageous. Raziel is so pompous, but that's a different story. I won't be able to appear fully though, not enough time to establish a connection.

Weapons?

Eh, I shall swipe Raziel's as payback.

Let's go then.

You got it Tem.

A half transparent Michael appeared next to me, glowing a faint gold. He twirled his sword expertly as I surveyed the carnage. Black clad shadowhunters were falling faster than red. My coat flapped behind me as the wind pulled my hair bobble out, tendrils whipping across my face. I looked into his orange eyes, his dark hair rustling.

"Ready?" he shouted. I nodded as he half shifted into me. His power overwhelmed me as I raised my sword and shouted a battle cry. Non- traditional of course. A bolt of white gold erupted from my sword and struck the sky. At first glance it looked like lightning, but infused with divine power. The lyrics of a Matchbox 20 song came into my head then.

I believe the world is burning to the ground

Oh well, I guess we're gonna find out.

Let's see how far we've come

Let's see how far we go.

I heard a shout as 6 arrows came flying into endarkened.

Amy.

I saw my friends rush at the dark shadowhunters. Gemma, Michaela and Alex were pouncing at them with viciousness, Lauren and Becky were twirling swords, Lauren half shifted to wolf form. Sophie was blasting people with blue fire whilst Max was walloping people with bright orange lighting. Arrows continued to fly as I looked across at Miya. She was kicking people, using hand to hand combat, but battering them in the process. She had a wicked sharp knife and was slashing people repeatedly.

But we were losing. I needed to get the other side. I might be able to sneak through undetected, if I was lucky. But then I heard a screech:

"FIND THE HERONDALE!"

Shit. No subtlety now. I ran towards the other people, clad in black, Michael's power infusing into me.

Let's see how far we've come.

…

I was halfway there. No-one stopped me. They were disorientated and confused, as they found out runes and seraph blades didn't work. That bought me time. Not much though.

4 cornered me then. One of then stabbed in in my left shoulder. A burning sensation spread across my body as a screamed in agony. It throbbed painfully and wept blood. I saw a blur of black as scythe swished across an endarkened's head, which rolled along the floor. I knocked 2 of them unconscious, barely moving my left arm. The mystery shadowhunter knocked the other one out. I noticed then it was a shadowhunter about our age, with shoulder length dark hair. She had blood smeared across a knife in her left hand, a scythe in her right.

"Thank you. What's your name then?"

"Josie" she smiled grimly as she ran off, to fight more endarkened.

I saw Simon up ahead. I ran towards him and stood by his side, arm burning but sword at the ready.

"Where's Sebastian?" he bellowed, over the clashing of blades, the noise of the battle.

"Why do you want him?"

"Found a way to separate them." I gaped at him

"How?" He tapped the sword at his side, rusty and as familiar as the back of my hand, the pale star and freckles mapped out clearly. So was this. The happy face I engraved on it when I was 10 was still there but almost invisible.

"You stole Michael's sword? You are gonna be in so much shit, he had to borrow Raziel's."

"You know Michael?!" Before I had time to answer, I saw Clary running towards us, Jace just behind. Her dress was shredded and I wondered what I must look like. Probably like a bag of shit that had just been chucked in a blender.

"Give me the sword!" Simon obliged and handed Clary Glorious.

She spun around, obviously looking for Sebastian, but she was blocked. By my big brother.

"Jace. Get out of the way" I skirted away, trying to find a gap, to butcher the shadowhunters in red. I spun and started fighting, not hearing, only seeing in a blur of crimson. My arm was screaming in pain, but I didn't stop. There was a scream as I looked back.

Jace had glorious in his chest, sticking out at an awkward angle. No. NO! He was burning with divine power. I started to run towards him, but someone held onto my injured arm. I howled in agony as I spun around.

Sebastian. His face was contorted in pain, which confirmed what I thought. Jace was free. His eyes were full of anger as he spun a ring around his finger. We started dissolving into nothing. I cried out, but it was swallowed by the night.

I fell into nothing. Nothing at all.