A/N: Heeeeeeeeeyyy...So I probably owe you an explanation for why I've been MIA for so long but honestly I just haven't felt particularly attached to this story and life plus 18 hr course loads have given me plenty of excuses to avoid it. However, I started writing this story because I wanted to finish something...so I'm going to finish it.

There's a small time jump so this chapter picks up directly on the morning of the wedding ceremony, and I apologize if that makes things seem rushed I was just beyond done with Valentine's character and trying to write the tension of the intermission was not working so I figured I'd skip over it for the sake of moving forward.

No matter your feelings towards marriage as a concept every little girl has put some thought into what her wedding would look like should she have one. For Clarissa it was never really something in the for front of her mind, but she always knew that no matter what Simon would be by her side. When she broached the subject to her father he refused to hear anything acknowledging her friendship with the downworlder. Claiming any association was beneath her and that she should get some proper shadow hunter companions. "I do have shadowhunter friends. They're also locked up in your dungeon." At the time she hadn't thought much of her casual hint at the Lightwood children's situation but apparently Valentine had, because on the day of the ceremony when Clary left her father's study after their family breakfast there was a familiar raven haired warrior waiting for her.

A week of imprisonment showed little on Isabelle's physical appearances, aside from looking a bit thin it didn't appear as if Valentine was mistreating his prisoners aside from keeping them in cells, but then again a fresh iratze can work wonders for covering up injuries. Clary rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times just to check and see if she was imagining her friend there and she when received a relieved smile from the other girl she launched herself into Isabelle's arms sobbing apologies, words of concern, and comforting assurances. "Isabelle! How are you here? I can't believe he let you out, and I'm sorry I didn't get you out sooner,"

"Slow down Fray," Isabelle lightly chuckled as she interrupted Clary's apologetic breakdown, "remember to breath. I'm fine now, Alec too. Valentine released us this morning saying that it would look bad if Jace got married without his parabatai at his side. Is it true though? Are you and Jace really getting married." Her forehead ceased as she tried to wrap her mind around Valentine's reasoning, but Clary knew she wouldn't get anywhere because she doesn't even have half the information.

"It's a long story Izzy..." She began drawing back in on herself as she contemplated whether or not to tell her friend the whole truth, wondering whether Izzy would hate her after.

"Well we still have a few hours before someone comes to collect us. Tell me the basics then fill me in after whatever crazy suicidal plan you have to get out of this goes off without a hitch.

To Valentine's credit the ceremony was beautifully planned. Set up in a rolling meadow along the shore of Lake Lyn the guests milled about between banquet banquet tables covered in ivory and emerald cloths as they waited for the bride to arrive.

Just as the sun began to set the attendees took their seats aside the aisle where Jonathan, Alec, and Jace stood waiting.

For an event that's supposed to be joyful, no one present could summon the feeling through the occasions overbearing tension. The trained warriors all felt as if something were about to snap, and to their credit they weren't wrong. As the bride walked down the aisle to meet her groom every eye was on her as they waited for the other shoe to drop. Still, none of them expected it to come in the form of a knife flying towards the father of the bride as they reached the alter. When Jonathan released his dagger Jace and the Lightwood's pressed forward to assist Jonathan in holding off Valentine and his fanatics as Clary launched in a dead sprint towards the lake, or more accurately the rune circle laid there to summon the angel. Wind whipped across her face and she kicked off the impractical shoes that seemed to find every pebble and crack in the ground as she made her way to the lake's edge. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as she heard Valentine calling for her pursuit, and it made her run faster.

When she got to the circle she collapsed to her knees in the center of it and scrambled for here stele to make the final alteration, her name over her father's, as fast as she could. Then the world went up in flames around her, halting most of her pursuers in their tracks and burning those who failed to stop in time with the gilded fires of heaven. The screams of the dying and the sounds of blades clashing faded behind her as Clary rose within the circle and faced the Angel.

Rising two stories out of the lake from the waist up was the most imposing creature she had ever encountered or imagined, and she fell to her knees again but this time in a reverent kneel as she waited for Raziel to address her.

"Clarissa Morgenstern. Why have you summoned me?" His voice echoed around her and through her, to the point where she couldn't tell if he'd shouted his address or whispered it in her mind. As she lifted her face to look upon him she was once again stunned by his distant cold beauty, and the speech she practiced with her more diplomatic counterparts fled entirely from her mind.

"We need your help," the words tumbling out of her mouth as if the Angel was simply forcing open her mind rather than waiting for an answer.

"Need is a relative term my child. I can think of a dozen other ways that you could solve your current situation without my assistance, but if my help is what you truely desire as master of this circle you may compel a single wish of me that I shall grant without further question." Though his words seemed to soften towards her Clarissa could still feel the weight of his existence on her very soul, the wrongness of his presence made it hard to breath as the air was so charged with his power.

She knew the words that she should say 'Kill Valentine and his fanatics,' but for some reason she found herself hesitating. He'd die far to quickly at the angels hand, never experiencing or regretting any of the pain he'd caused her. She wanted him to burn alive for eternity, but she couldn't ask that cruelty of an angel. She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by Raziel once more.

"Choose wisely Clarissa, I will grant only a single request of my children." His words sank like a stone in her stomach forcing her to feel the weight of her decision, after all she had to do what was best for everyone not indulge her own selfish desires.

"Kill Valentine, and strip his followers of their runes." Her voice was strong when she spoke, stronger than she felt.

"So it will be done, but know that all of your troubles will not die with him. You are changed Valentine's daughter." The fires around them seemed to sink into the ground exposing Clary once again to the world around her and directly outside of the rune circle she saw her father seconds before he burst into golden flames.

She could almost hear the Angel laughing and the rest of the world faded away as she watched her wish come true and Valentine burned.

Valentine's children stood in the reception room of the guard waiting for the newly reinstated council to pass judgement upon them. Everything immediately after their assassination plot was mostly procedural. They released Valentine's prisoners and everyone was trying to pretend as if the whole thing never happened, the only issue with that were the three glaring reminders that it did, his children. Jace of course had nothing to fear, after spending nearly a decade as the Clave's golden child, and with the lightwoods to vouch for their adopted son he'd been allowed to return to his normal life with relative ease. It was the ones who beared the man's name that the Clave felt uncertain of.

The Clave doesn't like anything new or unknown, and the Morgenstern siblings are both. It doesn't matter that the trio just saved them all, the Clave, a group of rigid traditionalists, remains wary of anything that grates against their rules. The issue they're encountering is that they do not trust their mother to handle them, and in their eyes Valentine's hybrid children needed to be handled, lest they decide to turn on the Clave like their father did.

"Why is this taking so long? It's not like we did anything wrong!?" Clary exclaimed as she paced around the small holding room.

"Maybe we haven't Clary, but Jonathan has more blood on his hands that the entire council combined. You can't expect them to just let him walk free." Now that they no longer needed each other Jace was letting his blatant hatred of the demon boy show. Unfortunately for him Jonathan was glad to use Jace's hatred to his advantage

"He isn't wrong Clary. I've done horrible things that should never be forgiven. They have every right to execute me." He sounded lost, and the levels of self loathing in his voice only served to bring Clarissa more to his side, she does so love collecting beautiful broken things.

"I forgave you. And you just helped save them all, if that isn't worth a second chance in their eyes then screw them!" She stoped pacing and stood in front of her brother looking him directly in the eyes for the first time since they arrived. "They should give you a chance to make your own decisions and judge us on our own merit not on our blood."

Though he was goading her to react this was Jonathan couldn't help but be warned by her passion and faith in him. He wanted to reach out and touch her, to pull her against him and kiss every inch of her beautiful face slowly and sweetly but he knew she wasn't ready for that yet. Their father had broken her, and who knows how much of her speech she was applying to herself as well. "I hope your faith in me isn't misplaced."

With that they returned to their separate corners Jace choosing to remain silent rather than risk having Jonathan turn his words against him again, and the other two where to lost in contemplation to hold a conversation. When the door finally opened Jia Penhallow came through with a soft smile on her face.

"The council has cleared you of all charges, you're free to return home whenever you choose."

A/N: So obviously that's not the end, originally this was a fair amount longer with a full trial and a bit more angelic exposition, but I found that trying to write all of that and getting it to fit together in one or two chapters was just entirely too much work for a transition section. I will most likely not update until after my last final next week except some minor edits, but we'll be seeing a lot more of Jon when I do...