I know I'm already in the middle of a story (Eve of the End), but I just couldn't help myself! I don't know why all my stories involve Jonathon. Maybe it's because he's one of my fav characters... :) It may seem weird, but I always like the evil characters the best. They can do whatever the hell they want since people already hate them anyways. I know this chapter is super short, but it's more of an introductory chapter. The other chapters will be longer.

Disclaimer time. All the characters belong to the lovely Cassandra Clare.

CPOV:

Clarissa sat in her chambers. No matter how hard she tried to drown out the sound, she could still hear the sounds of the war. No, not a war. That was the wrong term. Massacre. That much better described what was going on around the girl. The armies had marched through the land, destroying city after city and now they had come for the capitol. Clarissa wished that she could do something, anything to help. But she couldn't. So here she sat, her fingers gliding gracefully across the keys. When the doors to the palace slammed open, Clarissa stopped playing. We are all going to die. She thought. And there is nothing anybody can do about it. She rose and went to stand by her father for the last time.

JPOV:

Jonathon looked around and shook his head in disappointment. It had been almost too easy. He thought that since this was the capitol city, there would have been better protection. Now the burning city was ravaged. Torn apart by his army. As they made their way up to the castle Jonathon heard someone playing the piano. It was haunting yet the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. "Remind me not to kill whoever is playing, Father loves listening to the piano."

Jonathon and his men quickly dispatched the soldiers guarding the entrance. Jonathon kicked the doors open and was almost sad when the music cut off. He was surprised that there were no guards in the great hall. The only other person there was the king, sitting on his throne on the opposite side of the room. Jonathon marched up towards the throne and his army followed. They stopped a few meters away from Lucian. Before Jonathon could speak, another voice was heard.

"Father!" The plea rang through the hall.

Jonathon saw a girl sprinting towards them. Her long red curls bounced as she ran and there was a fierceness in her emerald eyes that most women lacked. She stopped next to the throne, panting from exertion, and bent down.

"Father." She said, kissing the ring on his left hand. Then the girl stood back up and turned to look right at Jonathon.

CPOV:

Clarissa stared at the commander of the massive army. So this was Jonathon, son of the "great" Valentine. Clarissa had to admit he was beautiful. His hair was so pale that it was almost white and he had black, soulless eyes. Jonathon was heavily muscled and his face was made of sharp planes. A cruel smile was playing on his lips.

"Is there no hope then?" She asked her father with a dead voice.

Lucian looked at her. "My dearest Clarissa, there is always hope. Maybe not for us, but hope is always there. Now, please go back-"

"Girl." Jonathon interrupted. Clarissa glared at him and raised her head in acknowledgement. "Was it you who was playing the piano?"

She simply nodded, not wanting to speak to this monster.

"You will come back with me and play for my father."

Clarissa ground her teeth together. "I would rather die." She spat.

Jonathon smirked and turned his gaze to Lucian. "You said that there is always hope. However, there won't be if the girl remains here. She would die alongside her people. If she came and performed for my father, she would live in a palace. Make her come to her senses."

The king narrowed his eyes. "Over my dead body."

Jonathon's smirk grew. "That can be arranged."

Clarissa's eyes widened. "Daughter," Lucian spoke. "Go, now."

She shook her head. "I will not leave you."

"Clarissa, as of right now, I am still king. And I am commanding you to leave."

Clarissa stood for another moment and then rushed back towards where she came from.

JPOV:

Jonathon watched the girl exit, not worried in the least. He was confident that he would find her. He addressed his men. "I'll find the girl. You take care of the rest. Leave no survivors."

Jonathon strode over to Lucian who was now standing and drove his sword into the king's abdomen. "I will enjoy shattering her innocence." He whispered while pulling the blade back and let the fallen king slide to the ground. Then Jonathon went after the girl.

I think that was a pretty good chapter, even if it wasn't that long. I'd like to know what you guys think, so please review!