The angel poured its blood into the cup and held it out to the mortal standing in front of it, he and the warlock who had summoned it had done so with pure intentions in their hearts, to help humanity.
Jonathan Shadowhunter took the Cup from him, and the Sword as well. He stared up at the angel hovering over the water before he used the Sword to slice into his body and free his own blood, mixing it with the angel's inside of the cup, filling it to the rim. He thanked the angel and then took a sip of the liquid within, becoming the first Nephilim, before passing the cup amongst his followers gathered, and from then on not only would their children and their children's children be Shadowhunters, but anyone who drank from the Cup.
The Cup was warm from the blood within it, glowing from the angel's blood. It pulsed with life within Jonathan's hand.
Chloe gasped as she jolted awake. Her eyes flew open to find that she hadn't moved much from where she'd fallen asleep the night before. She was still curled on her side, the crown on her head pressed against Jace's arm, only difference was that sometime during the night she'd brought her knees up to her chest and she'd grabbed hold of his arms as well.
Jace was still asleep, his face calm, his breathing easy.
Chloe detangled herself from him and looked down at him in curiosity, now the one being the creeper as she openly admired him. He truly was handsome.
But the girl wasn't able to truly admire him for long because she realized that her pillow was soaked in blood.
Eyes widening, Chloe stared at the blood in horror before she reached over and shook the golden haired youth.
He jolted away similarly to how she had, hand going instinctively for a weapon before he realized where he was. An annoyed expression appeared as he relaxed and yawned. "I didn't think I would fall asleep as well. I was supposed to watch over you all night to make sure that the rest was doing the trick and you didn't have another episode."
Wordlessly, Chloe lifted the bloody pillow.
Jace narrowed his eyes. "What happened?"
She felt numb. "I don't remember."
"It has to be the block. But you were resting!" Jace snapped, seemed to be talking to himself. "We need to get Brother Jeremiah back and-."
"No!" She shook her head. "The Silent Brothers are the reason this is happening to me now! I was fine before they had to mess with my head! I was perfectly happy before I got mixed up with all of you!"
He looked like she'd hit him.
Chloe felt guilty but she was the one who was being kept captive and whose mind had been played with, with only god knew what consequences. "You told me I would be okay. I believed you. Not them.You."
He actually flinched at that one.
Why wouldn't he say anything?
Even if it was only to assure her that he really had thought she'd be okay?
...unless he hadn't been sure and her health had been something he'd been willing to risk so the Clave could get their hands on this Cup.
Something dark and cold churned inside of her. "Get out. I want to be alone." When it looked like he wouldn't comply, her anger flared. "You understand the meaning of privacy, don't you, Wayland? Get out of here! I don't want to see your face!"
He glared at her. "Fine. Do whatever the hell you want. Have another episode while you're in here alone. See if I care." And with that he stormed out of the room and slammed it shut behind him.
Chloe closed her eyes tightly and brought her hands to her face as she collapsed to the bed and whimpered.
Her phone blinked and vibrated as a text arrived and she almost didn't reach for her phone, yet something made her do so. The message was, surprisingly enough, from her father.
Come home. Alone.
Such a short, curt messaging style wasn't like her dad, and she narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
A picture appeared under the words of her father beaten and tied on his favorite chair, blood dripping down the side of his face, the man gagged and unconscious.
She brought a hand to her mouth to silence her cry.
Jace sat on his bed and stared in front of him.
I want to be alone. Her voice snapped in his head. Get out!
He knew that he'd violated her privacy before, he knew he'd pushed boundaries, he wasn't blind to that fact, but never before had she acted like it truly bothered her. Sure, she'd complained about it sometimes (after he finally got her to acknowledge he was there) but then she'd do something like throw herself on the bed next to him and interact with him. But the way she'd looked at him in her room back then...
I was perfectly happy before I got mixed up with all of you!
With a growl he shot up from the bed and began to pace the length of his room furiously.
He shook his head as something dark churned deep within him.
I don't want to see your face!
A snarl tore passed his lips as he swung around and slammed his fist into the mirror. The glass shattered into bloodied fragments yet didn't fall, each reflecting back his narrowed golden eyes, his lips pulled back in a scowl. The boy reflected in those broken, bloodied fragments seemed like a wounded, defensive animal ready and willing to lash out and anyone who came near him.
You told me I would be okay. I believed you. Not them.You.
Jace lowered his head and moved back towards the bed, hand bleeding.
With a snarl, Jace pushed back up, stormed towards his dresser and tore everything off of it.
The door was unlocked when she finally reached her home.
Chloe didn't want to think about how easy it had been to sneak out of the Institute unseen, her mind only on her father, on the picture that had been sent to her phone. Despite her argument with Jace he'd been the first person she'd thought of going to, and that had shocked her, but that message had said to come alone and she was not going to put her father in more danger. No. She was going to enter this trap (because this was no doubt a trap) and she would tell this Valentine guy's men that she didn't know about any Cup or antidote but that she'd help their master in exchange for the safety and protection of her father, Lois, and other loved ones.
Once Valentine had what he wanted he'd leave her alone, once and for all, and she would never have to see his minions again, or worry about this sort of thing again. She could go back to her life with her real family and be... happy... again. All she had to do was find out where that Cup was and give it to Valentine. This wasn't her fight and her father shouldn't have to suffer for it. And it wasn't as if the Clave hadn't beaten Valentine before. They could do it again. Chloe just wanted no part in any of this. She was sick and tired of it.
Determined to see this horrible plan through, Chloe pushed open the door and entered the dark house, her eyes narrowed as she gazed around her. "Hello?" She cleared her throat. "I came alone like you said I should, but you probably already know that somehow." She took in a deep breath and fought her instinct, which told her to run. The blonde instead closed the door behind her and was bathed in the darkness. "I want to see my father."
A light came on in the living room.
She gulped and moved towards it, knowing she was walking deeper and deeper into whatever trap was placed for her.
Her mother used to mutter something to herself, and it came unbidden to Chloe's lips as she moved into the living room: "Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly."
"It is actually: will you walk into my parlor," a voice corrected from behind her.
Chloe swung around to see Valentine, her whole body frozen because she'd expected his lackeys.
He stood tall, hands clasped behind his back as he stared at her, visibly examining her with his black eyes, the harsh fluorescent light giving his white-blonde hair a halo. He was older than when she'd last seen him, obviously, but not old. No. He was probably in his late thirties. It really made her wonder how young he and her mother had been when they'd gotten married. "You have grown into a woman."
His displeased voice jolted her out of her terrified shock.
The girl licked her lips and her gaze went to her father's favorite chair, finding the man missing. Her eyes narrowed and returned to the psychopath in their midst. "What have you done to my father?"
Something dark and dangerous passed over his face as Valentine drew near. "The mundane who raised you is alive and well."
"He didn't look 'well' in the picture you sent me." She glared at the man who mother had left them for. "Where is he? I want to see him. I want proof that he's still alive."
Instead of answering, Valentine eyed her. "You are seventeen, are you not?"
She frowned. "Yeah."
"Chloe." He scoffed at the name. "I wouldn't have chosen that name myself had I had a choice. From a young age I knew that should I have a son, I would name him Jonathan after Jonathan Shadowhunter-a terribly common first name amongst Shadowhunters, I admit, but one that could be carried with pride. And should I have a daughter, I would name her Seraphina, after my mother."
Did she look like she cared?
But it wouldn't get her anywhere good to antagonize the man who had her father captive somewhere, so she decided to play nice. "Did you? In the end?"
He paused. "Did I… what?"
She couldn't understand the confusion. "Did you and my mother, or any other woman, have a son or a daughter you could name Jonathan or Seraphina?" She raised an eyebrow. "You know, since the name my father picked for me is so lacking in your eyes." She probably shouldn't have said that last part, as evidenced in the flare up of temper in his black orbs before he visibly calmed himself, but Chloe hadn't seen hide or hair of her father since that picture and she was beginning to get extremely agitated. "I'm sorry, I'm sure you must not want to talk to me as much I as don't want to talk to you, so why don't we just get down to business and-."
"Why would you think I do not want to talk to speak with you?" He completely threw her through a loop.
Chloe backpedaled mentally as her eyes widened and she remembered the man who'd taken her mom from her-who'd treated Chloe with such thinly veiled disgust the veil might as well not even bethere. "Okay, so this is a Cup thing. Let me be clear that I don't know where it is and I'm not lying. I don't. If I knew where it was, Clave or not, I'd hand that damned thing over to you in a second so that I never had to see you or your lackeys in my life ever again-." Again she could see she was pissing him off and figured he was used to more respect than this, so she took in a deep breath and tried once more. "Believe me when I say I don't know where the Cup is. But before I say anything else, I need to know that my father's alive."
"The mundane is alive, I swear it by the Angel."
Jace had told her that when Shadowhunters swore 'by the Angel' it was binding to them, and so while Chloe couldn't see her father, this oath reassured her. Bad guy or not, Valentine was still a Shadowhunter (albeit a misguided one) and he was bound to those same rules, wasn't he?
"Good." Chloe took in a deep breath before she fixed Valentine with a look. "What antidote was your minion looking for the other night at Lois'?"
"Minion?" He eyed her oddly.
"Yeah, that one guy that was there."
Valentine continued to watch her oddly, as if deep in thought, considering something. His eyes then widened and he came towards her. "You have a block? Who would dare-?"
Chloe backed away from him instinctively, pressed against the wall, and hated herself for showing that weakness. "My mother hired someone to put that block on my mind and from what I could get from when the Silent Brothers tried to bring it down, not only couldn't they do so, but she was supposed to take me to whoever had put up the block in my head every year to keep consequences from happening." She glared from Valentine. "Of course, she chose to instead go with you and forgot that she'd done this to me, so whenever this block comes down, I'm essentially screwed." Her eyes narrowed. "You can see why I would just give you the Cup so I don't have to ever see your face again, don't you?"
He narrowed his eyes and came towards her, stood face to face with her, before he took in a breath. "I did not know."
Chloe frowned. "Well, now you do." She turned to slip away but was stopped when he slammed his hands on either side of her head, trapping her against the wall and forcing her to look up at him. "What are you-?"
"You do not seem to understand that we have both been the victims of your mother's lies."
Chloe blinked in confusion as she tilted her head up to stare into those black eyes. "Did she leave you too?"
"Of course not." He scoffed at the very idea even though the woman had left him once already.
Chloe's eyes narrowed. "Then why hasn't she given you the Mortal Cup? Or at least its location?"
"That is not important right now." His eyes never wavered from her face. "What is important is that when I left with your mother all those years ago, I should've seen it, I did, but I let my ego cloud my judgement and I shrugged it off."
She was lost. Horribly lost. "Say what?"
He reached out and touched her hair, reminding her far too much of when she was a child. "When we left, you should have come with us, to where you truly belong." He stared at her. "No Shadowhunter child should've been forced to stay and grow up alone and isolated in a mundane world-a world not their own."
"Thanks to my father I'm half mundane." She forced herself not to pull away. "It's my world too."
He stared at her and then shook his head. "No, it's not."
Chloe's world shattered around her as her eyes widened in horror, her voice soft and breathless. "No."
He nodded as he pulled away as he began to pace the room languidly, hands clasped behind his back. "When your mother met the mundane who raised you, she was already pregnant with you." He sent her a look over his shoulder and he stopped pacing. "You are the girl child I was praying she'd conceive and carry to term, had given up believing she would, before your mother ran away and took the Cup with her."
Chloe shook her head numbly. "It's… it's a lie." She brought her hands to her head. "You're just trying to get me to work for you, so you're trying to establish some sort of link between us. That's what psychopaths do." She shook her head. "You don't need to do to this, I'll look for the Cup for you in exchange for you to leave us alone, for my father's safety, for-."
"I AM YOUR CREATOR!" He snarled as he moved towards her once more, like a lion on the prowl.
Chloe pushed up against the wall harder and closed her eyes as she shook her head, fighting the wave of nausea and tears.
His hands on hers were gentle yet firm as they pulled them away from her ears. "Your every breath belongs to the house of Morgenstern."
Her eyes flew open. "No, I-,"
"It makes sense, in a way, I suppose, that you had to fall so hard to live a life like a mundane, it reminds me somewhat of the falling star that is the symbol of the Morgensterns. You've fallen so low, and yet now that I am here I can see… almost a glow about you, and I know-I know-you are the child I prayed your mother would have. You are my Morgenstern." He raised an eyebrow at the look she gave him. "I forget how regrettably lax mundane education is. My family name means 'morning star', as in 'How are thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!'"
She stared at him in utter horror. "I don't know my Bible that well, but that sounds a lot like you're saying your family was named after Satan."
"Or a great power lost," he countered, "out of a refusal to serve. As mine was. I wouldn't serve a corrupt government and due to that I love my family, lands, and almost my life."
She snorted. "How history writes it, the Uprising was your fault."
"History is written by the winners."
She gulped and couldn't deny that.
"If I had known who you were I would never have left you behind." His eyes, they were dark and fiery and yet cold at the same time. They were furious.
She had a feeling that he was telling the truth, and it shocked her to her core. "My father is Gabriel-."
A flash of anger crossed his features as he slammed his palms on the wall on either side of her head, silencing her, before he took in a deep breath, obviously calming himself before he spoke, his tone even. "No."
There was such finality in that one word that she felt sick to her stomach. "Have you killed him?"
He tilted his head to the side. "I am not the monster the Clave have you believe I am."
She narrowed her eyes on him. "You had him beaten and tied up!"
"I didn't have him beaten and tied up. I did that. Myself. He realized who I was and didn't react well so I had to pacify him until you arrived. And as I needed a way to get you here it worked in my favor." He pushed away and motioned for her to come with him towards the library, where she found her father tied and unconscious on his seat. "He's kept you alive all these years though, so I spared him his life."
She didn't hear him, she'd rushed to her father and after confirming a pulse, had wrapped her arms around him in relief. She then pulled away and turned to face Valentine as she stood. "He needs to go to the hospital."
"Do you know how hard it was for me to come here to see you?" Valentine asked her curiously. "How many of my people had to go and create distractions worldwide so the Clave would be too busy to look here and notice where I was?" He stepped closer. "By the time this visit is up, many of my people will be dead."
Chloe gulped, a little suffocated by his intensity and scared by it. "I don't know where the Cup or the antidote are."
"But you will," Valentine surprised her by announcing. "And when you do you will bring them to me."
Chloe gulped once more and kept herself from cringing when he reached out to touch her hair.
"The girl child I prayed night and day for on my knees til they bled." He smiled to himself.
"How can you be so sure?" Her voice was barely over a whisper but she knew he heard it. "How can you be sure that I'm fully Shadowhunter and not half mundane?"
"You could somehow conceal it from me when you were a child, but not now. Maybe it's because the block is getting weaker." Valentine's eyes narrowed slightly in thought at that one. "I would be surprised that the others haven't noticed it but they haven't been exposed as I have, they haven't been trained to see, they don't know what to look for. It's stronger than the strongest glamour for those who have never known it before."
"Concealed what? Look for what?" Chloe stared at him in confusion. "Never known what before?"
Valentine leaned forwards once more, his voice lowered. "The... effects... of your true heritage."
Chloe narrowed her eyes, her confusion growing. "What...?"
Valentine pulled away, visibly pleased, with both himself and her. "Tell no one that you have seen me, that you have spoken to me, and what you are, but never forget it. And go back to the Institute, for now."
"I don't follow your orders." But even to Chloe her voice sounded numb and defeated.
He must've heard it because he didn't even seem annoyed with her, if anything, he looked darkly pleased and highly amused about something. "Go, the mundane will be unharmed and won't remember what happened here." He smirked. "The Clave will suspect something has gone down tonight but they will never be able to figure out what it was."
Chloe stumbled back into the Institute numbly, feeling caught in some horrible nightmare. She'd taken the cab only partway to the Metropolis facility so she could scream and cry the rest of the walk to the Institute. She knew it wasn't safe to walk the streets at night, there were rapists and murderers and vampires and werewolves and demons out there, but her wails must've sounded like the chorus of the damned because no one bothered her.
Church eyed her and meowed loudly as he sat in the darkness, breaking her from her thoughts.
She ignored him and then thought better of it as she turned to the cat whom she'd seen the other talk to as if he could understand what they said. "Can you take me to Jace's room?"
Church looked like if he could raise an eyebrow he would've, but the cat sniffed and began to move away and Chloe followed wordlessly. She didn't take note of where they were going, the twists and turns, instead merely following the feline through the winding passageways.
She stopped when Church stopped and brushed up against a door before leaving her in the darkness.
Chloe stood in front of that door with only a cat's say-so that it was the one she wanted. She decided that with everything that had happened tonight she was going to go on faith. The girl eased the door open silently and gaze inside.
It appeared as if a hurricane had breezed through the interior of that room, knocking everything off of where they should be, things all over the ground and torn off of the walls.
Even the mirror was broken and bloody.
This wasn't how she'd imagined Jace's room, but she could see his mop of golden hair sticking out from under the blankets on the bed and knew for certain that Church the cat was smarter than the average cat (which was smart enough) and could definitely understand when it was spoken to. She took in a deep breath and entered the room, closing it silently as she observed the violent mess that was Jace's room. It was a good thing that it was extremely spartan for a teenager's living quarters because everything was torn apart, obviously in a fit of rage, and she wondered if this could've been a result of her argument with him.
A little bit of the numbness that'd infected her since her meeting with Valentine began to disappear, replaced with another feeling, it might be guilt, but she didn't want to concentrate on it long enough to ascertain whether it was or not.
The girl had the opportunity to be the one to watch but she didn't want to. She instead just didn't want to be alone, wanted a little comfort, and for some inexplicable reason, Jace Wayland, Blondo MacStalkerstein, was the one she wanted, needed, it from.
It was why she reached the side of the bed, kicked off her shoes, and slipped under the sheets, careful not to wake him as she curled up next to Jace. The girl closed her eyes tightly, trembling both from the cold and what she'd gone through. She moved and pressed the crown of her head against his arm, as she had while in her own bed, and like before, somehow, despite it all, she calmed enough to drift slowly to sleep.
It was the feeling of something moving next to him that awoke Jace, and he opened his eyes, disoriented, tense, reaching instinctively for a weapon because there shouldn't be anyone sleeping with him... But then he saw the blonde head pressed against his arm, the body curled against his, and Jace blinked as a wave of deja vu hit him hard in the gut, only serving to amplify the disorientation. He was sleeping in the same bed as Chloe. How? Why? Had he somehow gone back to her bedroom last night without even realizing he had? That was the only explanation that could come to his mind considering that the girl had no idea where his room was in the maze-like labyrinth of the Institute, and yet the Shadowhunter blinked away his sleep and could clearly see that this mess was his room.
He gulped as his wide-eyed golden gaze turned to the sleeping girl in utter disbelief.
She had come to him.
The fact that she had somehow managed to find his room really didn't bother him, didn't tickle his curiosity, didn't even register for right now. All that surged through the Shadowhunter youth was bone-numbing shock that the girl had searched him out. She'd told him to leave. She'd looked at him with such angered disgust, had thrown him out of her room, and he'd been sure it would take him a lot of charm to get back into her good graces, and yet she'd come to him.
He gulped around the lump in his throat and found it hard to breathe.
His eyes then widened further as he realized something else.
Oh dear Angel-she'd seen his room in this state. She must think he kept his usually spick and span dwelling, his usually spotless living quarters, like the destruction site it was right now! Just what sort of violent monster did she think lived in here?
His gaze lowered to his knuckles, which were bruised and bloodied from where he'd taken his frustration out on everything around him and hadn't bothered using the iratze, had wanted the pain.
Of course this pain in the ass girl would choose to finally seek him out when he was in his worst state.
Then again, this was all her fault!
If she hadn't said those things to him-if she hadn't looked at him as if he'd disappointed her so fundamentally-as if he-.
Jace took in a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly.
Chloe whimpered in her sleep and rubbed her cheek against his arm before she hugged it to her chest, basically curled herself around his arm like some sort of kitten.
Something tightened in his gut.
Oh by the Angel, he was seriously starting to become terrified of this girl.
Jace slowly, carefully, extricated his limb from her sleepy yet strong grip, and then his eyes widened when the girl cuddled closer and wrapped herself around his body instead, apparently seeking heat like some sort of heat-seeking rune. Chloe wrapped her leg around Jace's, her cheek resting over Jace's heart, her arm curled over his waist and anchoring herself to him like some cute little parasite.
He gulped and stared at the ceiling long and hard before going through every type of Downworlder and demon in his head, alphabetically, from biggest in size and categorizing them by ferocity... his hands clenched in fists by his side.
This was going to be a very long morning.