Summary: The story of Jace's childhood. From his birth to leaving Idris after his father's death, follow Jonathan's journey through an abusive adolescence.

Disclaimer: I'm not Cassandra Clare and I don't own the Mortal Instruments series

Warning: Do NOT read if you haven't read City of Glass, it has major spoilers

Chapter One: Our Solemn Hour

Céline Herondale's mind was involved with a book, as she sipped on the tea with the potions Valentine had given her for her baby. She was eight months pregnant and she was anxiously waiting for the day her baby would come. She hoped it would be a boy, who looked like his father. She wondered what she would name her child. Her mind slipped away from the book as she started to imagine life in the future.

Céline could see her child grow up to be a strong Shadowhunter being taught by his, assuming the baby was a boy, father, Stephen. Stephen would be so happy, love etched in his eyes as he gazed upon both of them. Her son would play and grow up with Jonathan Morgenstern and Alec Lightwood as if they were his siblings. Days would past, as she would hope for another child for –

A knock on the door, broke her from her dreams of the future. She wondered who would be knocking so late at night, knowing Stephen wouldn't have to knock. It was Valentine, who looked solemn and gray as if he were about to give bad news.

Céline's heart caught in her throat hoping that it had nothing to do with Stephen.

"Stephen and I went to exterminate vampires, however there were too many for us to fight. Stephen was killed. I can only –" Valentine began.

Céline just shook her head in disbelief. He can't be gone, she thought. She choked backed the hysteric sobs, but they broke free as she stumbled forever and wrapped her arms around Valentine.

"No, no, please," she cried. Valentine didn't hug her back, he just stood there stiff. Céline let go, and looked down at her growing stomach. Suddenly it felt as if nothing mattered anymore, life couldn't go on without Stephen. Not even the life of her child.

"It's heartbreaking to me as well. Stephan was my best friend." Valentine said, and then he walked out of her home, closing the door behind him. She watched him leave; her golden eyes shine with fresh tears. Céline crumpled to the floor, and wept until no more tears would come.

She stood up and walked to the kitchen, half stumbling in her haste, finding one of her sharpest knives. She took a deep breath before she looked back down at her unborn child. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, positioning the knife to her wrist.

In two quick movements, Céline slit both of her wrists and fell to the ground. Blood gushed from her wounds, forming a red thick puddle of blood around her dead body.

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Valentine walked away, knowing that he had lied. Yes, it was true that Stephan was dead, but Valentine wasn't heartbroken. Stephan was just a loyal follower like everyone else. His life meant nothing to him; his attention was consumed by Stephan's pregnant wife that he could do more experiments on.

Valentine was worried about how much his news had affected Céline. Surely all the stress and grieving wouldn't harm the baby though.

He walked back over towards his carriage, where another follower, Hodge was waiting.

"Go check on Céline, make sure she doesn't do anything stupid," Valentine ordered. There was no sympathy in his tone, just the stern voice of a dictator. Hodge quickly nodded.

"Yes, my Lord." Hodge walked briskly back to the house, knocked once and waited. He knocked again, and still no one answered. Valentine glared, and made a beeline straight for the door. He tried to change his expression to one softer, knowing that if Céline answered she would be insulted.

"Céline?" Valentine called. Still there was no response. The door was unlocked and he walked into the house. "Céline?" he called again.

Hodge followed him like a shadow, looking around for the pregnant widow.

"Go look for her in the kitchen, I'll check the bedrooms," Valentine ordered walking in the opposite direction of the uncovered body. Hodge grumbled something, too low for Valentine to hear.

Valentine looked and noticed a half cup of tea and a closed book by her bed. He wondered if she had run away, with his perfect warrior in her womb. Valentine angered, backhanded the cup, it shattering onto the floor in bits and pieces, each jagged shard lying in the brown liquid.

"She's dead, my Lord."

Hodge was standing behind him in the doorway, staring at his furious expression. Valentine felt rage towards the woman, and went to her body in the kitchen immediately, shoving Hodge out of his way.

There she was, lying in a puddle of her own blood. Céline had one hand on the knife she used to kill herself and the other was resting upon her stomach. She was dead, that much was certain.

Valentine was enraged. After so many months of giving Céline's child Ithuriel's blood, hoping it would be strong and powerful, as his son not having Jonathan's worse qualities, the woman ruined everything by taking her life. Maybe it wasn't too late.

He swiftly plucked the knife from her hand and began to lift up her shirt, revealing the bulging stomach that held his angel child.

"My Lord, what are you doing?" Hodge was there, staring at him in unfathomable shock. Valentine turned to smile at Hodge, a perfect poker face.

"There is time to save the child. Shadowhunters are a dying breed and we don't want a new one to go to waste because its mother was suicidal." Valentine said. His words were calm and persuasive. Hodge was entranced by his charm, knowing that stealing a baby from its mother's womb was right.

Hodge nodded as Valentine made an incision along the base of her stomach. Dropping the knife, Valentine thrust his hands into the cut he had made searching for the baby. He smiled as he found the shape of the child and protectively took it out of the mother, making sure it felt no harm.

Hodge had retrieved some towels for Valentine to clean the child off. Valentine holding the baby in one arm wiped away Céline's blood away from the child in adoration. The baby was a boy, an even better warrior.

"Jonathan, my son," Valentine crooned.

"What are you going to do with him, my Lord? How would you explain another child, when Jocelyn showed no signs of pregnancy?" Hodge asked, breaking Valentine's absorption.

Valentine gave an irritable sigh. "You will have to take him. Take him to your childhood home near Lake Lyn. Keep him there and look after him, until I come back. I won't be away long, my boy." It took Hodge a moment to realize that Valentine's last statement was directed towards the baby.

Reluctantly Valentine handed over Jonathan to Hodge. Then he stalked out the front door.

"As you wish, my Lord," Hodge said, looking down at the angelic boy in his arms.

A/N: Well I hoped you liked the first chapter. Maybe you could tell me about it? I'd like to give a special thanks to Aubrey who edited my fanfiction since I'm not qualified for a beta so she rocks! Also if you know where my titles come from, you will get a shoutout in the next chapter :D

-VamptasticVeronica

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