“We’re all Mortal, Alec.” Magnus sighed, his generally smiling face had no sign of the happiness that he usually had. Alec didn’t understand. “Well,” Magnus added, “you are at least.” Alec’s wide blue eyes mimicked the sadness he saw in Magnus’s face almost perfectly.
He was then excused, from the flat, from the conversation. He was excused indefinitely.
“Jace, Don’t do this. Why would you do this?” Clary stood over the lump that she knew was Jace, covered in a large pile of blankets somewhere in the many folds that lay atop the bed. The shades were down, the room was nearly pitch black, and Jace didn’t move. “You can’t always be the hero that you want to be. Stop taking the blame.”
That’s not to say she wasn’t sympathetic; she was, she just handled the situation differently. He blamed himself, she blamed no one.
Everything happened because of the simple decisions that everyone made. Everyone had a part in their own fate.
“Hey Church boy.” Isabelle Lightwood sat in her brightly lit room feeling strangely dark inside. She reached her long arm out to pet her beloved cat. She felt alone. Everyone was paired off, comforting each other. She didn’t want to seem jealous – she wasn’t – she was happy that everyone else was happy but she had no one to cry with, no one to talk to.
She blamed herself for what happened. If she were the others she wouldn’t be associating with her either. It seemed like her unhappiness expanded with each breath she took. She hadn’t seen Max for so long; then, he had come back and died.
Trust is something that someone shouldn’t place so lightly in the hands of another.
“Simon, I really like you,” Maia began, “But, I’m not Clary and I can’t be Clary.” Maia wanted to be sad. She wanted to cry, but she understood. If there was something Maia could be more than most people, it was compassionate. She had her hand on Simon’s shoulder. Simon the vampire. It was strange. She liked a vampire. But, she couldn’t bring herself to see him as a vampire.
She saw him as Simon.
She stood from her sitting place on the steps of an apartment building and met her gaze with his. He didn’t deny what she said and she hadn’t expected him to. She took a step forward.
I can’t be someone I’m not no matter how hard I try. She thought as she headed home.
Jocelyn had her head on Luke’s shoulder. They sat on the couch in Luke’s apartment behind the bookstore. It was nearly midnight and all was silent. “What are we going to do Luke? Everything is so much better, but at the same time, there are so many things to worry about.” Jocelyn was stressed. So many deaths happened in the few minutes of battle against the many demons.
Her chest felt heavy, like there was something she should be doing. Some mess that needed to be cleaned up somewhere. There was something Jocelyn could be doing now that she got herself re-acquainted with the life she had before she went into hiding.
Luke ran his fingers through her hair. “Don’t worry about it. The clave takes care of everything. Don’t worry yourself the mess will be cleaned up, the problems all solved. Think about it, the biggest threat is gone. We can just be happy now.” He turned and pressed his lips to her forehead.
Jocelyn couldn’t help but to still feel guilty deep down inside.
Demon blood kept him strong his whole life; Demon blood made him a warrior. He knew that. He was devoid of all humanity at this point. The last shreds of love and hope gone with the death of his father and when he had literally been stabbed in the back by someone he had to pretend to trust for far too long.
He had surely disappointed his father. Personal failure ran strong through him. However, it was Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern’s duty to his father to finish the job that he had not been successful enough to complete. Sebastian’s duty. He liked to think of himself as Sebastian. An Identity he didn’t have to share and as long as that foolish blonde boy had the name Jace, he couldn’t share it. He was Sebastian, the name he rightfully claimed when he killed the boy who it originally belonged to.
After the battle, Sebastian was left to die in a body of water. However, no one stuck around to make sure he was dead. He rose, stronger than ever with only one thing in his mind.
He wanted to succeed in the job his father left for him. He didn’t want to take over the clave, now his target was the Lightwoods, his sister, his mother, the dog and the wretched blonde boy. Possibly even the gay warlock as well. He planned to do as much as possible to hurt everyone as much as he could.
Some things just never change. It seemed like the end when
Valentine was destroyed by Angel Raziel and Clary and Jace
thought it was all over. One could hope, right? They weren't
even happy like they hoped they would be when they saw
the end. The aftermath was startling. Everyone blamed
themself. Some took the deaths harder than others.
Jace handles things a little worse than the others. The
fact that he has no real family bothers him, the fact that
he sometimes feels like he doesn't belong. He's confused
and sad for the death of Max and the deaths of many other
Everyone seems to be affected negatively. The main goal
is for everyone to get things back to normal and get back
into the swing of things.
In the remains of Silent City, Valentine's followers plot.
they plot revenge on all downworlders. They plot revenge
on other shadowhunters and ALL demons. The leader
is Sebastian. He plans to take over for his father and finish
the job that Valentine couldn't complete.
How far can he get before he is stopped?
Silent City is now the City of Souls.