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Black Demon

Disclaimer: sadly I don't own any of the characters except the demons. Some of the plot isn't even mine T.T

A/N: So, this is my first story so criticism is required!

Cold… that was the only feeling I had left, well that and a surety that I would not survive. I looked around and I took in the dead bodies around me. Some of the ones trapped here like me were not yet even pass the age of ten. There were only about twelve of us left. Twelve out of the hundreds that had been here in the beginning, the corpses of those hundreds surround us, the surviving twelve. I was cold and stiff but I didn't dare move or stretch out or else the guards would see me move and bring me into the BACK ROOM as we called it. In the distance you can hear the sounds of whips and screams; it fills everything, your dreams, your hopes. It had taken mine. I had been walking from the coffee shop to the institute, when I had been attacked, I was returning to the institute for Jace and I's second anniversary. I had met jace when I was sixteen, then two years later at the age of eighteen I had been kidnapped, and I had no idea how to tell time down here. It felt like years but it may have only been months…oh well. I had no chance to get away, before I hadn't been skilled enough now I wasn't skilled enough or healthy enough. I sighed, and slowly and sorely ran a hand threw my hair, it was one of the many things that was different now. They had cut my hair, my hair had once swung low now it barely reached my shoulders and was caked and tangled in dirt and mud. I now had a different accent because it was the one we were forced to use. It was now English but not the rich person English accent but a cockney accent, it was weird and now I couldn't get used to my American accent at all. Ben had been the only company I had had in all this time. He had been put in here a couple months, I think, after me, and I had been the one to guard him from any of the ones here among us to want trouble. I hadn't been skilled enough for the guards but for them I had been. Ben had told me about his life, it turned out that he was actually only a month younger than me but he seemed older by decades in one minute then a five year old the next. He had been an orphan and was gay, one day after the many beatings of the other boys he had ran away from the orphanage and lived on the streets taking any job or substance there, and yes I mean prostitution and drugs. He said that was how they had caught him he had been supposed to meet a client but had been drugged and put in a car of some kind. I had told him all about my life and he told me about his being on the streets he had made him very aware that there was more here than just humans. I told him everything from when I was five and broke my arm to when I had been kidnapped. He intern did the same exact thing; the funniest part was when he'd give me advice in seduction or sex. I also taught him a little bit of self-defense in case I died and he had no one to protect him, he had cried after that and I had held him, he was like my younger brother in some moments and my older brother in others I had never told him that but that was what it felt like. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned my head slowly so as not to attract attention, and met the warm chocolate eyes of my non-blood brother.

"I know this is weird but of all the people I've ever known…. If I died…damn I don't know how to say this, bloody hell." I met his eyes, sometimes it was like Ben could read my mind.

"You are the closest thing I have ever had as a brother, and that includes that messed up fuck Jonathon." He smiled then looked down at something in his hands. He played with a ring that was on his pinky finger he told me it had been with him when he had been found outside the orphanage. It was a wide silver band with ornate carvings and a red diamond, not ruby, but diamond, set in the middle. He never took it off. He had known that if he had sold it, that it would have made him very rich but it meant to much to him.

"At the orphanage some of the kids if they were close would make a blood pact… It was like becoming blood brothers or blood sisters." I nodded, and held out a hand and he jerked and met my eyes searching. I wiggled my fingers and smiled. He smiled and I saw his eyes water and he dropped a small sharp piece of metal in my hand, I checked it for rust then drew it across my hand, blood welled almost automatically and I handed the piece of metal to Ben he did the same on his opposite hand and we clasped hands. I looked up and smiled at Ben, he was smiling and crying, I hugged him and he hugged me back, I sat there holding my blood brother.

-Jace-

She had been gone for four years. There is no reason to drink on HER behalf. You loved her and she left you, they always do. They either die or run. I stared into the amber colour of my scotch. Izzy plopped in the bar stool next to me and ordered a drink. She turned and looked at me.

"Don't drink for her. She left, you have no reason to feel bad. Besides we have to get this stupid meeting over with, I can't believe they made us come here to England. Oh well. That one girl at the institute likes you. What was it Bethany? Cathie? Oh well." Bethany didn't like me, she just wanted to fuck me. I let out a bitter laugh, Izzy just rolled her eyes took her drink and left me.

An hour later Bethany walked up to me and basically tried to smother me in her boobs.

"I have a room upstairs." She panted in my ear, everything about her was fake from boobs to nails, but oh well. I downed my scotch and followed her up the stairs.

-Clary-

They had called the remaining of us into a room; we stood around and were all startled when the door banged open. Five people two women and three men came into the room. One started talking about how privileged we all were to have been chosen to be here yada yada yada. I started to doze off until he set a hand heavily on Ben's shoulder then I snapped to attention. I was about to punch the guy in the face but Ben gave me frantic looks that said don't do anything. I calmed but watched carefully. Others did the same to the others but not me, they held cups then in a flash they all had knives and the people they had grabbed were bleeding severely.

"No!" I shrieked as I watched Ben look at me with wide eyes and crumpled. The man started to drain the blood into the cup he held. I backhanded him with a strength that sent him flying across the room. I knelt next to Ben and tried to stop the bleeding at his chest with my hands but it was too much blood, too much blood.

"Clary, Clary." He choked out. "I wanted to see New York with you, oh well, but I want you to take my ring."

"Shut up you're going to make it, save your energy. Please make it. I can't live without my blood brother you asshole." He smiled feebly.

"Maybe it can be as if I'm with you with-" he started to cough, and take off the ring. " Take it! Live and take it with..you.." his eyes faded and my own widened I took the ring and sobbed shrieking and got up and turned on the fucker who killed him. his eyes widened.

"Your majesty if I had known-" I punched him in the face and ripped at his throat. I didn't really have nails so it didn't work to well but he died. I felt a hand on my shoulder and felt weird, I whirled and saw the most handsome face in my life look amusingly at my work. He was about 6'3" with long black hair and black eyes, he had honey colored skin and thick eyelashes, he had a lean body but you could tell he was built.

"Well, well looks as if I just got here in time. I am here to do as you command. For a price of course but we can work that all out later." A demon, that made sense in some weird sort of way, the hottest guy I've ever seen is a demon, can we say temptation? I looked down to my blood brother's lifeless body and met the demon's eyes straight on, his widened a little then narrowed and a sly smile crossed his lips. "I see. Well then," he walked over to Ben and put a hand out to touch him I pulled Ben protectively to my chest and made a growling sound that resonated throughout my body. I was shocked by the noise and the demon paused for a moment. "He's only mostly dead. I can freeze him and put him in that diamond you got round your finger, then later try to bring him back. Now, will you let me do this before he goes from mostly to fully dead?" I moved back and the demon put his hand to Ben's forehead and I had to fight not to slap at the demon's hand. There was a light that came from his hand and then Ben started to get more and more transparent then he turned into a small ball of brilliant light that glided down and into the ring that I had slid on my middle finger of my left hand. I looked at it and if I stared hard enough I could still see his smiling face. I looked up at the demon and held out my hand in a submissive gesture.

"I-i…I agree to your proposition." A sly smile spread on his face.

"Good."

Three hours later.

Three hours later and I was on a grassy hill with an old fashion tape recorder replaying the sound of shrieking and pain of those who had tortured us for months if not years. It was soothing. The demon put his hand on my shoulder.

"Come now, we've got to be moving." I looked up at the demon.

"What may I call you?" he gave me a confused look.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"I keep thinking of you as 'the demon' and I know that to ask you what your name is, can be impolite if asked to the right person, so what can I call you?" he looked surprised then thought about it.

"You can call me Nickolas, and what, oh beautiful red mistress may I call you?" he bowed and I blushed hard, then snorted I knew what I looked like.

"No bowing or mistress it makes me feel funny, I'm Clarissa Fairchild daughter of Jocelyn Fairchild and Valentine Morgenstern." I remembered somewhere that when introducing yourself to a demon that sometimes they might let you alone, he twitched at my father's name and I mentally smacked myself in the face, right, dad, big war just like a couple years ago, STUPID CLARY. He walked up to me and put a hand to my forehead and I felt a kind of power go through me and when it got to my core where my power was I felt something I had never felt before in me wake up at that rush of power and stretch.

"What did you just do?" I felt myself start to prickle. He looked like he was listening to someone talking to him far away. I snapped my fingers in front of him. "Yo! Demon?" Then he blinked and met my eyes.

"You nephilim." He said in disgust. "You think you know everything. The demon as you so crudely put it have a hierarchy. The ones you see scrounging around alleyways and clubs are the lowest." I blinked, demon's? with some kind of government system? "Yes, I know, shocking." He rolled his eyes, I guess they can read minds as well. " The Greater demons as you put it are only a little higher above the ones I just told you about." My eyes widened. "Yes, only a little higher. Then there are the Nobility. These three that I just told you about are the different… classes you could say, then inside the classes are the form of rank, or different kind of demon. Inside the Nobility there are four different kinds. The more populated is the lowest rank, which is the Farnishked, they are mainly business owners. Then there is the slightly less populated are the Ushtaded, which are more military. Then there are the very scarce, like one out of ten demons end up being, is the Yulbick, that's my clan, which are more like body guards or hit men. Then there is the extremely rare, like one out of a thousand demons, which is the tarnishbol, which are more like aassassins and military, trained in every kind of combat imagined. See in the nobility, I just listed least to greatest in power, the Tarnishbol are extremely powerful, the last time shadowhunters tried to kill one forty million people died most of them shadowhunters, and the demon is still alive." I raised my hand, Nickolas looked amused. "Yes?"

"Not that this isn't really interesting, but why are you telling me this?" he looked at me consideringly.

"You'll just have to wait until we get to a hotel. It will be easier to explain there."

At the hotel.

In the hotel we shared a room two separate beds but in the same room, I looked down at my ring, it was easier to see Ben's face with actual lighting, not just the light of the fire from that hell hole. I looked up as Nickolas opened the door.

"So you said you would explain?" he raised an eyebrow, I felt a warm rush of depression, in the cell's Ben had taught me how to do that.

"Ah, yes. Well you already know that your father was a bad man, duh, and that he injected you, Jace Lightwood, and your brother Jonathon with angel and demon blood." I nodded. "We had sent spies to see what he was up to with that much demon blood, he had taken about nineteen quarts of noble demon blood," my eyebrows raised.

"Does that mean that Jonathon had nineteen quarts of demon blood in him? Damn. Isn't that kind of impossible?"

"No, let me finish with my story. He had about twenty quarts of angel blood. He put ten quarts into one baby then ten quarts into the other one. When he had all the demon blood he put that all into the other baby." I was about to say something but he cut me off with a look. "Jonathon and Jace are the angel blood babies you are the one with all the demon blood." My eyes must have looked like they were about to fall out of my skull.

"But Jonathon was the evil one we killed him and Valentine! How could I-" Again he cut me off with a look.

"Sometimes babies can't take the power of the blood and the carrier goes crazy. That is what happened to Jonathon. The reason you aren't evil is because your demon blood hasn't been reawakened, when I power checked you the rush of my power was what awakened your demon blood. And being a demon doesn't automatically make you evil." I raised an eyebrow; he had the courtesy to look a little sheepish. "A lot of us are, but not all of us. I mean it's like a bunch sociopaths, wow that's not helping my point. Um, well. Okay, think of it as we all have horrible ravage beasts inside us, and the higher up the hierarchy the more control we have over our beasts and the more power we have. So think of shadowhunters as those who pick up garbage." He smiled to himself about that thought, I glared at him. "I'm shaking in my boots. Don't worry. Once where done with your training you will be able to make the best shadowhunter practically suffocate in fear." He smiled, and then frowned. "Thought there is the problem of lack of equipment." Something flashed in his midnight black eyes. "You're not going to like this but were going to have to go down under."

"Why are we going to Australia?" He looked at me as if I was the most stupid person alive.

"Hell, you bleed'n idiot!" panic filled me as I realized down under was hell. "Of course I'm gonna train you a crap load first, and then take you over, to fully wake you up to your power, and there isn't any decision making about it you have to go. Or else you'll end up going crazy like your brother, but far worse."

"…What about Ben?" he looked down at the ring then held out his hand. I cautiously held up my hand he put his finger to the gem then closed his eyes and ben slowly started to reappear next to me. He still was injured and blinked.

"Bloody hell, what?" Ben said shocked at where he had ended up. I held up a hand to his mouth. Nickolas started to try to close he wounds but he started growling.

"Damn it, the bastard used silver. Silver wounds tend to refuse to close under power." He thought for a while, and then nodded. "He doesn't have much time, but I can lock his soul in an empty vessel like a dead animal or doll, and we can keep his body locked in your ring. Then we can create a psychic link between the three of us." I looked at him and then at Ben who was getting paler and paler by the moment. I met Nickolas' eyes.

"Do it." I swear, I'm pretty sure Nickolas stopped time, because he got up and jumped out the window and came back with a huge bundle of something and had Ben's soul in the bundle and the body gone in a couple seconds. Nickolas seemed to stop look up at me and snapped in my face.

"Clary, now isn't the time to go into shock, okay? Later when you can lie down and drink some water but Ben needs you to pull through I need you to help me bind him to this body then make a mind to mind link between the three of us, can you do that?" I looked up and tried to clear my head then nodded. "Good. Now I want you to chant this." He held me a piece of paper and I began to chant over and over again, I felt that same dark power again raise through me and stretch it filled me and came out my voice filling the web that the chant was making connecting Ben to the bundle and the from his thoughts to mine and mine to Nickolas's over and over making the connection so strong not even a sword could have cut through it. When we were done ben looked up at me through the eyes of some kind of dog. I look at Nickolas.

"What is he?" he looked up from a magazine that was on the table.

"Dog." I rolled my eyes.

"Duh, I know that. I meant what kind of dog." He looked over it consideringly, and then raised his eyebrows.

"One ugly as fuck dog." I face palmed. Nickolas chuckled walked over to ben, picked him up, and handed him to me.

"He won't trust me, he just met me, but he will trust you, so you need to explain all that's happening, tomorrow you can eat and sleep for as long as you want, then the next day we are going to begin training." I groaned. He smiled; he had dimples I realized with a start, a demon with dimples. Huh.

"Wait about demons, do you have only one form?" he looked at me.

"No, we don't. The lower level demons are usually only have one form which is their beast form, then there are the ones who can look human one moment then like a demon the next, all of us nobles are like that." I looked at him.

"What kind of demon am I?" he looked me over and smiled.

"I'm not sure yet, we don't know who your father got the demon blood from just that it was a noble's. We won't be until you can shift. When you shift the first time we'll already be down under. But when I power rushed you, your power core felt very strong, and it only just woke up so probably a noble of some kind. Probably a Yulbick like me." I frowned; he sat by me and patted my back. "Don't worry, shifting won't kill you and plus you'll have me in all my awesomeness there." I laughed.

"There is no way you were born a demon." He shook his head.

"I wasn't." my eyes widened. "I was born in Romania in the early 1700's. I got turned when I was twenty-one, I have been this age since, then I spent a lot of time in England and got this sodding accent." I ignored the accent comment.

"I didn't know a demon could be made, like… like a werewolf?" he shook his head.

"Naw, it hurts a hell of a lot more and it's a LOT harder to catch, I guess I'm just lucky." He rolled his eyes up and held his arms out in a 'why me' gesture, I laughed again, and it hurt my cracked ribs. He looked over at me in concern, I felt something warm for him.

"Wait, you said before in the… the cell that you would help for a price, what price?" he shrugged.

"No, you're a demon, we don't bargain like that with other demons."

"Why?" he chuckled.

"While we like to cause mass wars, we like to cause mass wars with humans, with demons there are so many different things you need to watch. But-"he looked at the clock which read 10 o'clock. "It's bed time for the young'in." I frowned. "Yes I know you're over twenty, but where's the fun? Plus to me, you are a young'in." he grinned.

"Could you grab me a bottle of gin please?" he raised an eyebrow but shrugged.

When he left I sat and petted Ben.

Clary, oh clary! I'm alive! Wait, why is everything black and white, and why is the floor so much closer? I let out a sob. Clary! Oh clary, don't cry! Please don't cry!

I thought you were going to die! I let out another sob. You were a second away from death when a demon appeared. He froze your body in that time and made it so I could carry it in the ring. Then we had to tie you soul to and empty vessel, so he grabbed a dead dog of some kind. I'm not sure what. He sat up and licked my face. I chuckled.

"Come on. You're a mess of dirt and knots lets wash you and see if we can detangle you any."

Two hours later.

I was sitting on the couch petting Ben in his new shiny coat. His fir was black and now smooth as silk, we were currently waiting for Nickolas. The door opened, and the demon in question came through with a huge bottle of gin in hand and a bag that read thank you all over it in the other.

"Does the endangered species site know there missing a Grey Wolf yet?" he looked at me and raised an eyebrow then looked down at Ben and both went up.

"Blimey, couldn't recognize you mate. You look all fancy in your new togs." I snorted.

"You're just lucky I cleaned the bathroom. It looked like a mixture of ww2 and the cold war in there." He got a distant look. "Oh don't tell me. You were in both." He smiled and shrugged.

"I've been in every war since I was turned." I snorted, jumped up and took the HUGE bottle or should I say jug of gin out of his hand, and went to my bed, put my jug on the night stand next to my tape recorder. I lie down and set my sheets. Ben jumped up on my bed and curled next to me.

The brunette is hot. Ben said through our connection. I stifled a laugh.

This is a three way connection, you know. Nickolas' voice washed through my mind like a comforting sent or something. I looked at ben and I swear if a wolf that was probably as tall as Nickolas on his hind legs and over half as tall as me on all fours, sad but so, could blush this was it. I laughed so hard that eventually I had tears running down my face. Ben huffed and whapped me in the face with his oversized tail.

"I feel a little left out." Nickolas said jokingly. I turned and saw him sitting Indian style on his bed.

Oooh, come join hot stuff. Ben rumbled. Nickolas took the encouragement to heart and pushed his bed over to mine so it connected and made it like king size. Ben was out first and Nickolas was still awake when I was out.

"Come on Red scream for me scream!" the torturer yelled in my ear. My arms were bound above me and my feet dangled above the ground. I couldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream, I couldn't. I heard a sizzling and felt tears roll down my face as I felt small trickles of boiling oil roll down my back.

"Still not screaming! You will! You'll scream for me!" then I felt the sharp painful lick of the whip, then again, and again, and again. Over and over and I felt as if I had a waterfall rolling down my face. I felt a sharp heat on my back and the smell of burnt skin filled the room, not many know that burnt flesh smells a little like burnt hair. My vision started to go fuzzy and black around the edges, there was a loud snap and the black took over.

"Clary! Clary! It's okay, they're gone, there not gonna hurt you anymore! Shhhhh. It's alright clary." I sobbed into Nickolas' t-shirt. I sobbed so hard that after a couple of seconds my throat felt as if I had just ran a greater down it. Ben started to lick my face. I felt Nickolas reach over me and onto the side table. I heard a click and the sound of flesh ripping filled the room, it gave an odd feeling of peace and I was out in a matter of seconds.

The next morning

I was awoken by a loud.

Shit! Shit! Clary! You gotta wake up! Damn it Clary! Clary there's a demon in the room! Clary! I shot up out of our conjoined beds, Nickolas wasn't here. I looked up and saw the insect like thing crawling on the ceiling, it was about three feet long and one foot wide. It didn't have any eyes just a mouth with what seemed to be four rows of sharp looking teeth. I looked for anything that would resemble a blade but had no such luck. I couldn't kill it with my bare hands, hell I was so broken and bruised I was pretty sure killing a bug with my bare hands would be enough to ware me out. What was it Nick had said the other day, that the demons that looked like that were the lowest form of demon and I was supposedly one of the nobles right? So could I order it to leave? Would it listen? Would it demand a price, or would it just leave? I looked at it and sought for that dark power, if I could scare it maybe, just maybe it would leave. I closed my eyes and concentrated. It was harder than you would think, when you can hear a huge ass demon that wants to eat you and your blood pact brother screaming in your head 'damn it, clary, it is not a good time to faint, because if you do and we die I will never speak to you again, and I will delete you off my face book.' So you could say it was rather difficult. I finally got to my power core, the last time I had seen it was small and a brilliant white, now it was slightly murky and a little bigger. I skimmed the edge with a nail and felt a little bit enter me, I looked as hard as I could to the center and all I could see was the darkest kind of black, never ending. I came out of focus with a snap when I heard snarling, then a whoosh flames I stared in shock as I looked and saw fire crawling over Ben, but not hurting him, more as if it was coming from him. I felt my eyes widen then looked back over to the demon on the ceiling. It had frozen and was looking at Ben as if he had just…well spit fire.

"DEMON!" I yelled over the roar of the flames, its head snapped back to me and I let that murky power that was so limitless looking fills me and my voice.

"LEAVE, OR ELSE YOU WILL REGRET HAVING SET FOOT IN MY TERRITORY!" my voice got very growly and at the end I growled a long low dangerous sounding demon, that had Ben back to looking like a wolf and the demon focused on me as if Ben hadn't been pulling a Angels and demons on us. (Setting himself on fire, if you don't get it, like the evil priest did at the end;]) I could taste the demons new found fear on the air and it smelt delicious. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. When I looked back the demon was scrabbling out of the hotel room. I heard a clapping noise, and turned to see Nickolas who was sitting casually in a huge comfy chair in the corner of the room. I was to him in a flash and had him pinned against the wall.

"What the hell? We could have died!" he looked at me.

"No you wouldn't have, and I believe in learning on the job." I glared at him and backed off. I glanced at Ben.

"When I mentioned the wolf thing before you didn't think to say, oh hey that ain't a regular wolf it's a bleed'n HELL HOUND!" I yelled in his face. He looked impressed. "Don't look so impressed. I was… am a shadowhunter." He nodded.

"So at least we know that you know how to touch your power core." I sighed this was not going to be easy.

-jace-

"I can't believe they want us to investigate missing mundies." Scoffed Isabelle. I looked at her. For the past four years mundies all over the world had been going missing and no one knew where they were or where they went.

"They have proof there might be some demon activity involved izzy, remember that demons equal killing, the more the merrier." She sighed.

"One would think that mundies could at least keep track of their own, angel!" she rolled her eyes and stormed through the hotel and to the elevator. A man carrying a store bag of some kind came through the other elevator and I saw her freeze and turn. I chuckled dryly; it was like she had some kind of radar. Even I had to admit he was pretty good looking, he was tall about 6'3" long straight black hair pulled back into a ponytail with a few loose strands, broad shoulders, slim hips. You could tell he worked out, he had filled out and was muscled but not too muscled more mediumish, he walked past Izzy without even glancing at her and I watched her bristle. He was walking towards me, and then his phone rang.

"Yes?" he asked in a rather odd English accent.

"Damn it, women. You and that dog will be the end of me!" he smirked and then chuckled. Izzy and I were ever so discretely listening in on his side of the conversation.

"No, put that down and don't touch it, if you kill yourself I swear I will do nothing but laugh at you." He face palmed. Then his eyes widened.

"No! Don't push that." he bolted towards the stairs and me and izzy walked through the elevator doors.

"Well that was odd." Izzy said. "But man he was so hot! Did you see those eyes? Or those fingers? He was perfect!" I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, but not as perfect as me." she rolled her eyes.

"Don't get jealous pretty boy." I sniffed and glared at her. We walked out of the elevator in time to see the man from the lobby to streak past us (not like he was streaking like without clothes, but like running really fast:p) and run into the room across from ours. As he opened the door he was tackled by a huge dog that I was pretty sure was a wolf.

"Damn it! Get your stupid gay dog off me!" I heard a familiar female laugh then a whistle. The dog got off looked accusingly at whoever whistled and slumped back. The man got up scowled and whipped himself of he looked at us, something past through his eyes, he nodded and walked back in closing the door closed. I turned to see izzy blushing so hard I was afraid she was going to faint. I shook my head, headed into our room and pulled out my new friend, scotch.

-clary-

Nickolas had gone into town to buy some stuff, and I sat here bored as hell. I looked at where we had moved his bed back to and looked under the bed there was a sword. I raised my eyebrows. I looked over to ben.

I'm hungry. I nodded.

"Me to, chap." I picked up the phone.

"Yes?" Came that ever so familiar voice over the receiver.

"Were hungry."

"Damn it, women! You and that dog will be the end of me." I heard him chuckle.

"So I found a sword under your bed, why does it feel weird, and look weird?"

"No, put that down and don't touch it, if you kill yourself I swear I will do nothing but laugh at you."

"I fell like some kind of master ninja. Fear me dumb ass, make me sammich betch!" I swung the sword still in its sabered threateningly at ben, he just huffed and rolled his eyes. I heard Nick face palm himself. I tried to open it but it wouldn't open. I looked around and saw some sort of eye like thing on it.

"What's this eye thing? What would happen if I pushed it?"

"No! Don't push that." He clicked off. I shrugged and put the sword back on the bed. Only a couple seconds later ben stood at the door when it flew open and ben pounced. I doubled over at the sight of ben on top of the flailing demon.

"Damn it! Get your stupid gay dog off me!" I laughed louder and whistled for Ben.

C'mon Ben. No raping today. He gave me a sad expression and stalked back in. Nick in but right before he did he looked over and stared at something at his left. He nodded and shut the door behind him.

"What was that?" he looked from me to the sword then to ben and slumped on his bed.

"Shadowhunters right across the hall. They didn't sense me, but they might sense you. I have more experience in concealing my power than you."

"Like I need to be reminded." I rolled my eyes then I saw the bag. I jumped next to nick. "Food?" he rolled his eyes and handed me the bag. I was greeted with funyons (?) Pepsi, gum, candy, and more. I and ben tackled him.

The next day at a bar

I stretched my already sore muscles. Nickolas had made me run five miles, nonstop, then made me train in hand to hand combat. I had made the mistake in asking what kind of weapon I would start off with, since that's how we trained at the institute. He gave me this huge lecture on how weapons won't do anything against a person well-trained in combat. (which is how your actually supposed to start off with, hand to hand :P) he basically had to retrained me in everything, even running. You're supposed to sit on your spine, kind of, and open your gate. Anyways all I know is that I hurt a lot, and the gin was helping a lot. Someone came up to me and brushed my hair.

"You remind me of someone I used to know." I looked up to see a drunken Jace.

"Clary?" he looked pissed. "What are you doing here?" I was about to answer and tell him everything, I still had healing wounds and bruises, but he cut me off. "No, I don't want to hear it. There is nothing to say that could fix what happened." Again I was about to talk but he cut me off. "No! Go away; go back to where you came from." I felt tears roll down my face, his eyes softened and he was about to say something when I heard another voice in my head. Not Ben's but something that had been there from the beginning.

Do not cry for him, my child. We have great things to do as one, this is just one person in the whole world of potential whatever you wants. The voice was a calming wind but harsh and it left me cold and empty. He looked at me again so angry and was about to say something harsh when the next wave of tears came, I turned around and ran.

He thought I had left him! I had loved him more than my own life. I would never have dreamed about leaving him.

I reached the hotel and grabbed the elevator I got off at floor five and climbed the stairs to seven, ran to the hotel room and was tackled by ben.

What's wrong? Why are you crying? What happened? Did someone try to hurt you? He said it so fast I couldn't tell what he had said at first. I told him what happened and he curled up around me on the floor. Telling me some of the weirdest fetishes some of his 'clients' had had and some 'other' stuff. Nick came through the door, saw me and Ben on my bed that was covered in tissues, and me with tears still streaming down my face. His face softened, he came and cleaned up the bed then when he was done he moved our beds together again and hugged me and Ben. They both comforted me. And at that moment I knew I could never ever be Clary Fray from New York with a Jace, Alec, Simon and Izzy. It would now be just Clary, Nick, and Ben. Two demons and a hell hound. Huh, that sounded like a bad joke.

-jace-

Stupid alcohol. Damn it. We had just found the burned down remains of the house where all the missing mundies had gone and after wards man had I needed a drink. I had seen her, that had been my chance to say, 'why did you leave me?' but no I had snapped and made her cry. Why had she started to cry anyway? It didn't matter; if I ever saw her again I would probably have used up all of my luck. I stared into the scotch glass; I was in our hotel room. She had looked thin, her hair was a lot shorter, and she had bruises around her eyes, like she hadn't gotten enough sleep, but her eyes. They looked so haunted. I wonder what she had been through in those four years. Where had she gone to get that horrified look permanently in her eyes? Oh well, never know now.

==================Clary-

"Clary?" nick called from the door.

"Yeah!" I called from the rug. I was on my stomach trying to figure out what to draw, but flashes of jace so angry at me filled my mind.

"I bought hair dye." I stopped got up, my overused muscles protesting. It had been a week since the incident with jace. I walked over to nick. "Ready?" I nodded. We had decided that it would be better if I changed my appearance so that if we ran into anyone else no one would recognize me. So I was now going from Clary Fray to Victoria Black.

-two hours later-

I stood there in front of the mirror in my new outfit and character. My hair was still a little past shoulder length but was cut in that scene emo hairstyle and was raven black. My eyes where a deep dark blue. I was wearing a white tank top with black fishnet under it with a biker jacket and biker gloves on. I was wearing very thick protective jeans that were also made into skinny jeans then steal toe boots, my nails where black my makeup was black. I looked very bad ass. I walked into the living room and Nickolas was sitting in a big over plushed chair his long black hair swept back in it's regular ponytail a black t-shirt and black jeans that had double chains connecting from one belt loop to the other. He had his eyes closed and his thick long lashes that where like black lace caressed his cheek bones. I looked down at his shoes and was shocked to see black convers. Then I looked at his nails they were black but not like nail polish.

"Watch'a staring at duckie?" I looked at him.

"Are your nails just naturally black?" he nodded.

"yours will be too after you transform for the first time." A chill went down my spine.

"And when would that be?" he shrugged looked at me and smiled.

"There is no reason to be afraid, it doesn't hurt or anything, it actually feels relieving, as if this human skin gets to cramped for the monster inside." He smiled and I swear his canines grew.

"What kind of demon am i?" he looked at me.

"As I believe I've said, we won't know until you've shifted your first time. You won't shift until your demon is ready, then once you shift you become one with your demon forever." I must have looked worried. "Don't worry, it's not bad. I'm a Yulbick there are only four alive at the moment. I believe, based on how much power I felt when I power rushed you that you're most likely a Yulbick, but since it was just when your power awoke, I don't know. If you turn out to be a Tarnishbol you'll have to meet the only other Tarnishbol alive." I looked down at the way oversized Ben at my feet. Here as an example, if we had him stand on his hind legs he would be taller than Nick and Nick is 6' 4" so he's really tall.

"How are we going to be able to heal Ben's body, if the kind of metal they used won't heal by any kind of power and if we take the body out of the stone it will die from loss of blood, what do we do?" he seemed to think about it for a while and then paled almost.

"I know someone who will be able to patch him up."

"Why did you just get all pale?" he thought for a moment.

"The only one I know who can heal a wound like that was banished by first the angels then by the demons. No one is able to talk to him."

"Why? Why is he so dangerous?"

"It takes a lot of power to be able to heal a wound like that more powerful than a Yulbick but still nowhere as powerful as a Tarnishbol, and this guy tends to be a bit more of a trickster. Now realize it's going to take a long time to find him." I nodded.

"How long do we demons usually live?" he looked at me.

"We won't die until where killed . And it takes a lot to kill one of the noble, and you won't age a day. Some have the power to change their appearance. But you'll gradually get stronger or gain more power." I sat there and considered that. I would never get old, never die unless killed. Well that was kind of cool. There was no real reason to get all poor me right now. I was very lucky to have survived those cells. I sat down and nodded.

"Well then, let the training begin!"

-One year later-

I remembered how weak I was back then and I almost can't believe it. I was so slow and feeble. Now I was built, flexible and strong. I was also very nervous. Today I was going to change for the first time. I sat there in the Under. A year ago I had not known exactly what to expect, and it was nothing you could really imagine. There were trees, mountains, rivers, lakes, and a sky. The trees weren't barren like one would think but the leaves were purple, and bore fruit that any kind of demon could eat called Brandles, but if a mundane, shadowhunter, or angel ever got a hold on one and ate it they would die. The fruit was a purple and blue with a bright red star on the bottom in the form almost of an apple. I was currently sitting under a tree now. I looked up and examined the crimson sky; there was only this crimson and a dark navy blue. Here in the under it wasn't specifically hot or cold sometimes the whispering winds would pass by and you'd get a thrilling chill. Now, let me specify something, yes there are other dimensions, but the under is the one dimension for the noble demons, or for testing demons. A lot had changed in the past year, my hair was still the black scene emo, my eyes had the same dark blue contacts and all, but instead of being the traumatized beginning shadow hunter who had been tortured and abused, I was a noble demon who was in some ways a bounty hunter for demons. I could now kill a greater demon with barely a glance, and I once I turned I would have a demon sword. I guess there kind of the same as seraph blades but every noble demon that changes, or birthed, they are taken to a room according to the kind of noble they are and their sword chooses them as a life partner, if a demon is killed then the sword too disappears. The swords have personalities too. I watched as I saw Nick walk towards me.

"Nervous?" he asked. I looked at him.

"Do you really have to ask?" he shrugged and grinned, I shook my head and smiled back.

"You shouldn't be, no matter what you're going to be a noble, and probably a Yulbick like me. So no matter what you're stuck with me and I'll help you get used to things." I nodded and Ben streaked past chasing some kind of Under version of a squirrel. I thought back to the first time I had seen Nickolas in his form, he had looked magnificent. He was a large wolf like creature, bigger than Ben even, he was filled out and sturdy looking with purple fur and solid purple eyes, a lot was purple about the under. When I was to change I would be brought in front of the under's version of a clave and they would make everything official. The under's version of a clave was called the Vanter, it had one of each kind of noble demon in it except for the Tarnishbol, due to the fact that there is only one. The main city of all demons is called Pandemonium, which I thought was hysterical; all you have to do to get in is say the right password. The current password was neon banana, who says that demons can't be retarded, or have a very weird sense of humor? I looked up in a flash as Nickolas tossed one of those weird fruits at me, I bit into one, it was sweet, crisp, and I could tell that it wasn't an apple.

"Come on, we need to get to the council, and find out what kind of demon you are!" he was practically jumping up and down in excitement. I just smiled gut up and finished the fruit. We walked down the hill and I tossed the core of the fruit on the ground watching it sink in and a black flower bloomed in its place, a green butterfly like creature fluttered down and landed on it turning from green to black in an instant, blending in with the flower. I looked up at Nickolas. He was examining the blue clouds that were hinting at a chance of rain.

"It may snow!" Nick exclaimed, I stopped and looked from him to the clouds.

"Doesn't blue mean rain?" he shook his head.

"It's the shade of blue, ducky! That light blue means that snow and frost is carried on the clouds. Now, if it had been a dark blue that would mean that there might be a storm." He took a deep breath and released it in a puff.

"So we've never gone over exactly what was going to happen when I turned." Nick stopped and looked at me.

"Dependent on the form you turn into is what kind of training and life you'll live. After you transform for the first time you'll go into a coma like state for at least a month so that way your body will make all the transitions." I looked a question at him. "Your demonic powers are just waking up, and your body needs to be able to handle it. Now a human body won't be able to, plus demons live for a very very VERY long time, and human bodies and minds aren't built to last that long." We started walking again as I processed this.

"Will I look the same?" he seemed to think about that for a little while.

"Yes, but dependent on your power level you might be able to change your appearance at will."

"Can you?" he nodded. "Is this what you actually look like?" he smiled and looked at me.

"Yes, carrot top, this is what I actually look like. Sorry to disappoint ducky." I shook my head smiling.

"To tell you the truth I'm actually nervous."

"You would be, you tend to worry about the little things, just lay back and enjoy the show once in a while, life always tends to be a bit more interesting." I just looked at him and turned back to the upcoming narrow cobblestone path, the tall Victorian like buildings looming with one eyed bat/ raven mixes latched on to the ledges of the buildings. They were used as a look out, in case a bargain ever got out of hand a human who had sold their soul was trying to escape, things like that.

About fifteen minutes later of speed walking we had arrived at the ever so huge building of the council, the doors looked huge ominous and ornate. I held the oversized knocker in hand brought it up and slammed it on the oversized wooden doors. They flew in opening to a huge hall way with a red plush carpet. We walked in and went through about four different doors and came to a huge room with a crescent shape table in the middle with the council members seated there. I stood in front of the council and they all watched quietly. No one said anything, and it was a little weird here we were all human looking and yet we were the farthest you could ever get to being human. Nick stood in front of me.

"Honored elders," he bowed, and then all gave a small bow from the neck up. "This is Clarissa Morgenstern, brought before you so that you might categorize her in her correct class, today as tradition has shown, is her first transformation, no matter what her class is I Nickolas Fury will guide and instruct her in her teachings and all training." The elders didn't move a muscle but you could tell they were conversing, finally they said in unison.

"We will allow this." Nick bowed a flourishing bow, with his torso almost parallel to the floor and arms outstretched as if to balance himself, while most people would look foolish doing this he always made it look elegant and graceful. He looked at me and winked then walked off to the side of the room, he was still here in case anything was to go wrong. We had already talked about how I would do this, over the months I've felt something growing, inside my mind, as if another mind was being awakened. Now I tried to communicate with it. Usually when you awaken your demon it's with either lust, anger, sadness, or humor. I didn't really lust after anyone at the moment , I was sad on a few things but I had learned to accept things the way they are, I wasn't in a very good state of humor at the moment, but I always seemed to be angry. Angry at jace, angry at those who had kidnapped and tortured me, I was so so so angry. I added wood to that flame and my anger flowed from every pore I had and I felt my skin get so hot. I stood straight, threw open my arms and bent my head backward and screamed, my skin seemed to be on fire and it stretched and fit on to bones that felt like lava. I screamed, sobbing, though through it all I could hear my tears sizzling on my skin. Soon my shrieks turned to roars and then everything went black.

-Two weeks later-

"So nick. She's been out for two weeks. How much longer do you think?" I heard rustling.

"You really can't tell? She's already awake. Hello Clary how are you?" I took a ragged breathe and gasped. My body felt different somehow. Stronger, quicker, more powerful, it coursed through my veins like Mt. St. Helens when it erupted after spending years of building pressure. I bolted up and new I had a huge grin on my face. Everything was brighter and louder, clearer. Nick was smirking at me and the other man, I could sense him, his power, and he was an Ushtaded, the more military branch. He had his head bowed. I looked to nick who was just looking amused.

"Wow." Nick's face transformed into a grin. The other man just stayed the same. "Who's this?" I ran a hand threw my hair and found it back to curly and red. I had taken out my contacts earlier the day I had transformed.

"I am Mathew the Ushtaded; I am most honored to meet you." I became suspicious; I quickly examined his clothing determining what he could hide under his t-shirt and jeans, ankle knife, knife and sheath going down his spine, a gun at his waist, and a garrote around his belt. I braced myself. "Your fledgling just took note of some of my weapons. You've trained her well. Tell me, what have you found?" I met his blue eyes.

"Now see, my only question is what a demon would be doing with a gun, two knives, and a garrote?" his eyebrows went up and he applauded, I bowed melodramatically, he smirked.

"So what am I?" Nick stood up and held up his hand. I held out mine as well, we did this occasionally during training; it was a way to search energy, take energy, or give energy, or even to make a demon calm or pissed. During the year I had needed less and less barrowed energy till I had no longer needed any. He took my hand and I felt a whoosh of familiar energy . Then I felt something entirely different and A LOT stronger. I had always thought of Nick's power to be a lot, but it seemed so minuscule to this. I met Nick's eyes and saw him smiling, my own eyes were huge.

"How the hell do I have that much power?" Mathew laughed.

"This is just your beginning power, as you get older you'll get stronger as well." I smirked at nick.

"Well then let's go train!" his eyes bugged out and he looked a little worried.

-One year later-

"I don't see why we have to come back here." I complained to nick.

"We have to come back here because the Vanter has an assignment for us." I set down my bag by the gate into the Under, and was met by Hamon and Taemon. Hamon and Taemon are twins and both Farnishked. They own a gay strip club in the great big NYC. I met them at a celebration of my first changing, and the fact that I was the second Tarnishbol currently in existence. They don't really like people or demons or anyone, but they kind of liked me. Well I guess when you spend four hours pouring multi-colored glitter on unfortunate victims on the bottom floor from the second floor of a mall, you tend to bond. Ben liked them; they liked him too, considering for his birthday they had given him a self-bejeweled collar, he had worn it every day since. I had given him multiple sets of earrings, glitter, a hair brush, and a lint roller. The lint roller was more for any sorry victim he might tackle affectionately. The hair brush was mainly because he had started to complain about the weather's effect on his hair, we had been in Texas, it had been hot and humid. We had been tracking a rouge demon; we affectively beheaded it and sent it to the blood thirsty wife. For a living, Nick and I were hit men, or hit women, and assassins and spies of the Vanter. We knew basically everything there is to know about how to function in any situation, from surrounded one to a million to baking a perfect soufflé, and we knew every language that ever left a things lips or fangs or whatever, and the same for fighting technique.

"Clary! Come on we need to go shopping!" I gave the twins a look.

"Right sorry, Victoria we need to go shopping!" they started to drag me toward the shopping part of town, they both stopped and turned to look at Nick, Mathew (who had come with Hamon and Taemon), and hell hound ben. "Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to help carry bags?" I heard Mathew snort but they all followed.

Four hours later

Nick and I had barely struggled to carry everything back into our house that we shared, when the black hawk, the Vanter's messenger, landed on our perch designed specifically for the bird. Ben walked in and plopped down on the shag carpet in front of the book case. I walked toward the bird took the message out of its little carrier pouch wrapped around its ankle and fed it some of the bird food we kept in a bowl by the perch. I walked over to the dark green plush sofa, sat down and sunk in. then I pulled up the message and opened it. Nick who was in the kitchen walked over and stood behind me.

"What's it say, duckie?" I read it over.

"It says

Dear Nickolas Fury and Clarissa Morgenstern,

We the Vanter apologize to inform you that we are over scheduled, and cannot attend our designated meeting. So we have decided to tell you your orders by letter. We have been contacted by a Clave member who was trusted with our secret that lower demons are becoming more and more of a problem for the shadowhunters. We have been asked to help diminish them. The Institute you will be assigned to will not know about us unless in a very desperate turn of events. The members of the institute will be told that you are the best shadowhunters in the history of the world and nothing else unless need be. You will be assigned to the Institute of New York. These people will know you as Nick Eaton and Clary Fray or Morgenstern. Do not let emotions get in the way of your job, do not betray your kind, do not fail.

Sincerely,

The Vanter" I was shocked. Someone in the clave knew we existed, and were assigned to the institute of New York? Of all the places why there? Why couldn't I at least get to pretend to be someone else?

"Go pack your stuff; we need to get there as soon as possible." I stood grabbing all of my stuff Hamon and Taemon had forced on me. As I walked past Nick stopped me with a hand on my shoulders grabbing most of the bags. "Will you be able to do this?"

"I am Tarnishbol, I'll live. Plus this job will be easy it's just lower demons." Noble demons tended to kill lower demons just as much as shadow hunters did if not more. I gave nick a smile and we carried the bags to my room. The room was very simple a bed, a dresser, a closet and a mirror. The ceiling how ever had a secret ladder that led to a training room/ weapon room that was all mine. I packed all of my things in one of those magic bags that were really small but you could probably fit forty cities in and it wouldn't affect the size or weight of the bag. After that I changed into black leather over a white tank top and black jeans with biker boots that I had had to give the hot biker who had had them originally a lap dance in exchange for the boots. I changed my hair so it was straight layered midnight black hair with side bangs. I did my makeup and left everything else the same. I walked out and saw Nick lounging on the couch. His own midnight hair pulled back in a pony tail that went to his shoulder blades and his side bangs covering most of his left eye. He made the hair look very sexy. He got up and he was wearing a black torn army jacket over a black tank top and black jeans with converse. He had never done the whole skinny jeans thing, not his style. He looked at me and offered me his arm. I rolled my eyes and fixed my magic backpack back over my shoulder and took it. He closed the door looked at it and focused, then, with Ben by our side, opened the door, on the other side was the institute. Once my home. We walked through the doors and landed on the steps of the institute.

I stared for a while before looking over at Nick who was adjusting his own back pack, and his demon sword disguised as a umbrella in his right hand. The demon sword is the same as a shadow hunter's seraph blade, except much more important to us demons. Our swords had personalities of their own, and were never replaced or handed down. They were entities of the dark waiting for a suitable owner to be created, then after a while they appear, if the swords owner were to die the sword would disappear and never come back. Nick's sword's name was shrieker, because of the unearthly blood curdling shriek it lashes when on the hunt or blood thirsty, humans can't hear it. My swords name is creature because it's brutal and vicious but strangely loyal and kind to me, it can also change form. Its original form has a black hilt and a purple blade. Both of our swords are infamous. I had had a bloody first year as a demon, and made a name for myself pretty quick.

"How are we going to get-" I was cut in by the door swinging open. We looked at each other.

"The under and over must have come up with an agreement." I shrugged and we picked up our backpacks and swords, and went through the door. Demon sword I paused for a moment and let my hair go back to its original hair color of fresh blood red, it still had the same scene style but it was just red.

"Izzy, see who that is!" I heard Alec call from somewhere in the living room.

"Yeah, it'll at least keep her away from the kitchen. I'm sorry to tell you Alec, Honey, but I'm going to have to go off of our charcoal diet." Magnus said sarcastically. I heard Alec snort.

"Yeah, my heart it breaks." Alec replied with equal sarcasm, Magnus chuckled.

"Yeah, I love you too, darling brother who sings mama mia in the shower!" Izzy yelled back angrily. I could practically feel Alec blush from here. Everything was the exact as when I left. I had impacted nothing; my presence had not mattered to anyone. Great. Nick turned to me and pulled me in a quick shoulder hug. Izzy turned the corner walked forward. Granted the lights where off right in front of the door but I hadn't changed that much, had I? Well… physically. Mentally was a whole other question. Izzy stopped in front of us and held out her hand.

"Hi! I'm Isabelle Lightwood. Who are you guys? Are you guys the ones really the best out of all the shadow hunters ever? Because my brother is really good. Why do you look so familiar, both of you? Oh my god! I love your dog, a little big, but adorable!" Nick gave me a look.

"I am Nick Eaton, yes it's true that we are the best, I honestly don't know why I would seem familiar." Izzy gave Nick a flirty smile and bat of eyelashes but he just brushed it off and adjusted his bag and sword. She seemed confused for a moment, then glanced at me and smiled.

"And what is her name?" she asked Nick with another flirty smile and bat of eyelashes, which he brushed off again, she seemed a little frustrated.

"Her can talk for herself." I said. She finally looked at me, when Jace came around the corner.

"Izzy what is- oh… are they the ones the clave sent?" Jace walked up to us. "Jace Herondale. Who are you?" are they serious? How the hell do they not know it's me? I changed my hair back to red and everything. Nick sighed sensing my frustration.

"I am Nick Eaton." They shook hands, Jace held out his hand to me, I met his gaze and shook his hand and smiled.

"I am-" his eyes bugged out.

"CLARY?" Jace yelled. Alec and Magnus scrabbled over to us.

"How the hell did you get to be one of the best shadow hunters in the history of shadow hunters?" Izzy asked completely stumped.

"Yeah, I remember when she first started training she could barely hold a sword correctly." Remarked Alec. Nick smirked and I jabbed him in the side. Jace got a look.

"Jacey! Are the new people here yet? Can we go out? Then maybe later we can have some fun." The voice had a slight French hint to it, and a 99.9% fake blond came around the corner.

"Look, Nick, a whore!" I said in Swahili. He snickered.

"How the hell do you know Swahili?" Magnus said in Swahili. I looked at him and shrugged. Everyone else just looked confused, but Ben leaned against me.

Ben, I'd really rather not fall over. He gave a wolfish like snort. The fake frenchy went in to pet him, but he raised his hackles and started growling at her. I smiled, Jace looked blank and the frenchy looked affronted.

"You better look after your bitch, whore." she mumbled in French.

"Look who's talking, you probably gave most of France AIDs just by coming in a twenty foot radius. Be gone whore, I can feel the STDs from here." I replied in French. Alec and Magnus struggled to keep from laughing, Nick just laughed, ben howled, and Izzy and Jace just looked confused.

"Damn it. I knew I should have learned French." Izzy complained. Jace raised his hand.

"Here, here." He said in agreement. My heart squeezed in remembrance of him, of late nights cuddled around each other, where that fake French bitch was now.

"So, why did we get summoned here? We had quite a nice set up in Moscow." They're eyes bugged. Alec cleared his throat.

"Well, you see we're not exactly sure what it is, but there are a lot more demons around lately, like before you would see one at the Pandemonium, now we usually see five in the first minute and it just keeps getting worse." Nick and I looked at each other. Regular demons are created, some are the controlled from creation and on and some are just tossed into this dimension to wreak havoc.

We need to go to the Pandemonium and see if we can interrogate a couple of demons. Nick thought to me.

Agreed. I thought back.

"Have you blokes gone to the Pandemonium yet?" I asked.

"No, and what's with the accent?" Jace asked, I felt a hot rush of anger sear though me, and Ben whined. I looked down and patted him. I got flashes of the torture chamber in London, then in training we had to be tortured just to toughen you and make sure you know what to expect and test your limits then push you till you didn't have any more. I had convinced ben he couldn't do it. There is actually a dimension called Hell, even though Hell is just Ancient Greek for Earth, which is where any surviving prisoners go and where the worst torturers go. One of the torturers had actually been the one of the torturers in London, who had for some reason only tortured me. My blood ran cold, and I felt my demon run its claws against the cage that was my body and the rungs of the cage my ribs, I got goose flesh. Nick seeing and feeling this calmed me down by putting a hand on my shoulder and power checked me and I felt waves of calm, and just like that I was better.

"I spent an awful lot of time in England." I said trying to make light of it and brush off the topic. "Let's go. May we go upstairs and find rooms?" Alec nodded. We walked toward the old elevator and rode our way up to the third floor. We picked the rooms closest to the elevator, closest to the escape route. We didn't pick the rooms on the second floor because that's where everyone else was. Ben was sharing a room with me. I unpacked all of my clothes into the dresser. I picked a black leather corset with a black off shoulder fishnet long sleeve shirt under the corset; I then put on a mid-thigh leather skirt and put on the thigh high leather boots. I concealed my demon sword with a quick word in malduresh, a demon language, and was good to go. I looked down at Ben with his overly bejeweled collar.

"How should I do my makeup today?" he gave me a considering look, which was odd look on a wolf, and I got a picture sent through my mind. I looked at the mirror and imagined it again and pictured it on me and how I wanted it to look, when I opened my eyes I looked exactly as I had imagined. My eyes were smoky black and made the green stand out, I didn't need concealer or blush and put a little bit of lip gloss on and was done. I added black streaks to my scene styled hair and made it poof a little bit and added a thigh sheath to my apparel and called it bait worthy. I had mastered walking it a million foot heals, Nick had made me run miles in seven inch heels, and now was graceful in any kind of torture contraption. I added a demon mark to conceal my power even more so I seemed so very weak and human. I watched it sink into my skin and disappear, thanks to my concealing demon mark which hid demon marks and all scars. Ben and I met Nick outside the elevator, he had his hair up like usual and was wearing very army Goth clothes. He had a black army jacket that had those weird stripe buttons and had some mesh on that covered the right shoulder. His pants were the slightest bit poofy and tucked into mid-calf black boots, he looked very hot. He was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. I envied his natural eyelashes with a passion. They were thick like lace. He opened his eyes and smiled at me taking in my appearance.

"Hamon and Taemon would be very proud if they could see you right now." I grimaced.

"I'm bait." He shrugged.

"They would still be proud." I smiled but rolled my eyes and we went down the elevator. I looked at ben when we came out to the main room. Everyone was already down stairs. Izzy was wearing a dress that looked like a sun dress…or at least part of one. Alec was wearing his usual black shirt and jeans. Magnus was wearing pants that looked painted on with glitter paint, and a tight fuisha tank top, his hair in the usual spikes. Ben walked over to him and started to make puppy eyes at him then decided that rubbing against his pants would be better. I skipped over what jace and his French whore where wearing and turned to feel the comfort of my demon blade that was strapped across my back. Magnus was the first to notice us, and walked over to me, ben hot on his tail.

"Damn girl! Your fashion sense had definitely changed." I smiled.

"Ready?" Everyone just gawked and nodded. The French hoe just sniffed. I looked at she was wearing which was a very low cut top and short shorts, apparently she had expected to be bait, but she wasn't carrying any weapons. I looked around; everyone else was armed to the teeth. Hmmm. She was one hundred percent shadowhunter, but there was something odd about her. I looked at nick and he had noticed it to, he hadn't changed his blank expression but I when I looked to him he met my gaze.

Odd. He sent through our connection.

Very. I sent back.

"Are you going to leave your dog here?" Izzy asked. I looked at ben and his eyes got a little wide, ever since we had escaped the cell in London we had never been separated except when I had been tortured in Hell, he whimpered, my mind once again sent me back in time and I was in Hell, the scalpel had opened up my back and I felt the torturer playing my ribs like a xylophone, then he broke one, then- Nick power checked me and I came back, I had tears rimming my eyes, I had never let myself cry in the middle of torture or after, I sure as hell wouldn't do it now. I blinked my eyes and looked down where Ben had moved to when I went all weird and he licked my hand worry plain in his eyes. I blinked and thought of something, I sent the thought to Nick and he looked puzzled.

We can always fix it if something goes wrong, but be extremely careful. His soul is still hurt, and we still need to locate the one who can help him. I nodded then sent the thought to Ben and asked permission to do the plan. He gave me a wolfish smile and put his head in my hand. I took a deep breath in and let it out channeling my demon and brought the littlest smidge of it up and his hell hound responded. We kept our appearances normal but I felt my eyes glow. Ben glowed and he gave me a smile and a wink, then he started to shrink and I felt his energy and him go through my hand and land on my shoulders. The world started to spin and I was about to fall when Nick caught me, everyone else was just staring at me as if I had grown a tail, which in my demon form I did have a couple of them actually. Nick helped me stand and balance until I was able to stand by myself.

It worked, Clary! Ben sent through our connection. I smiled and looked at my new tribal wolf tattoo that rested on my shoulders. His head was on my left shoulder and his tail reached my right shoulder, he had his head down and looked like he was in a hunting lope. His head perked up and he ran down my arm. It tickled and I giggled. Nick smiled and seemed shocked.

"It worked!" he laughed.

"Yeah, and no body parts lying around, remember Columbia?" he smirked and shook his head.

"Which time, duckie?" He said sarcastically.

"Are we ready to go?" Jace said angrily.

"I think princess has her nickers in a twist." Nick said in one of the many different demon languages, it was elegant and musical and had many cuss words. I snickered and elbowed him in the ribs.

"Come on." We set out and on the familiar streets of New York. Nick and I were in the front of the group, and we talked about different missions we had been on, what we could have done different, and other things.

"CLARY!" I got tackled and I automatically shifted my weight so that my attacker would be thrown down by his own momentum. There was a loud thump and a very shocked Simon was staring up at me. he was up in a second and tackling me again, this time since I knew who it was I just hugged him back.

"Clary where did you go? What happened to you? Everyone thought you ran off but I know you wouldn't do that." I froze, everyone thought I ran away? No one looked for me? Suddenly I felt everyone's attention snap to me.

"Obviously, she's been whoring herself around, I mean look at her." Sniffed Izzy, the comment left a whole in my already dying heart. I was about to snap back when surprisingly enough Nick stepped forward and gave her a look that sent chills down my spine, I had almost perfected that look but was nowhere as good as Nick's.

"Try looking in the mirror sometime, carpet muncher." Everyone just looked confused, but Ben, Magnus and I all snickered. Ben's snickering caused goose flesh to rise on my skin, it felt like a ripple going through my body, I shivered. Nick looked down knowingly at Ben, he must have known since we demons aren't affected by heat or cold. I turned back around and started walking again. I was followed by Simon and everyone else, nick at my side, izzy trying to ask a still snickering Magnus what a carpet muncher was. When we finally got to the Pandemonium I walked up to the bouncer, who was an Ushtaded noble demon, I looked at him and unleashed a small sliver of my power. He paled quite considerably and gaped then moved out of the way. It must have been quite a sight, me a small red head making a huge mountain of muscle pale. I snorted and walked through.

"They're with us." I said motioning towards the others. He gave me a shocked look.

"But- they're shadowhunters-" When my eyes narrowed just a fraction he paled even more and nodded. I kept walking and then shackled my power back into weak human status. The others just looked very confused. I looked up to nick who was smiling.

"Mathew wasn't like that with me, why was this guy?" He looked at me his smile growing.

"Well he doesn't know how old you are and how much of your power you can control. Mathew is an old soul not as old as me, but close." We had made it to the bar, and ordered. I got a gin and tonic, and he got a whiskey neat. I was done with my first one and ordering a second before he took his first sip. He gave me an amused look, and we kept skimming. It was rather dull tonight. Only one demon in the whole joint. I saw him creeping on a human girl who was all but throwing herself on a big butch guy in leather. I walked up to him and gave him my best doe eyed look and naughty smile. He smiled back and I started to dance with him. Or whatever humans called dance that was more like getting humped from behind, which is just awkward. He slid his arms around my waist and I turned to face him giving him a complete empty but naughty look and motioned for us to go into the closet, he got a hungry look and followed me. I saw Nick still sipping at his drink and then he was gone. He wasn't actually gone he had just flashed into the closet room. I opened the door and we both went in. I walked into the middle of the room sensing Nick in the corner. I turned around and smiled.

"Didn't your mama ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" he said and I watched his teeth turn into razors.

"Oh, help me help me." I said sarcastically, I punched him in the gut which doubled him over and kneed him in the face. You never punch anything in the face, or try to avoid it if possible. The bones in your hands are fragile and tricky to fix so either slap them or ram their face into something, you punch the core, not the face. I pinned him to the floor and Nick came out. I grabbed my demon sword and it snarled.

"Creature!" he gasped trying to get up and away. I smiled and put my sword to his throat. I saw the snarling face of creature in the blade. It was hungry and started to feed on his energy.

"Who do you work for!" he shook his head. I dug in my blade and his eyes bugged. I heard the others come in the room. I unleashed a bit of my power and carried it like the weapon it was prepared to fill this demons body and soul and take it into me. He felt it and screamed.

"No! Oh god! No! Please! Creature I DON'T KNOW!" I sighed and put my hand on his head and sent a touch of power into his mind to determine if he was telling the truth or not. He had come here four hundred years ago surviving by running and feeding on so many families or part of families while the rest watched feeding on their fear and sorrow as well. I snarled, and pulled back.

"Get them out of here." I said to Nick. He smirked and told them to please leave and we would be out in just a minute.

"No! We have a right to know what he says. We need to know!" I hit the demon with the hilt of my sword which efficiently knocked him out and stood up facing them.

"Trust me when I say he doesn't know anything, he's been here for four hundred years, and he has no idea what's going on. He has no right to be here anymore, and I am going to send him back to his dimension." I turned to Nick. "Remember that village in Africa." He looked a little confused.

"The one with the families?" he asked quietly I nodded. "That's him?" I nodded again and saw him get pissed.

"What?" asked Alec.

"We were called to a village in Africa, because a demon had possessed the wife of a family and caused her to tie up some of her family and made her eat her son, part of her daughter, half of her husband, her sister, her brother, their kids, and the arm of the mother before her dad came out with a shotgun and shot her legs off. When we got there the wife was still gnawing on parts of her three month year old son while her father watched her with his rifle pointed at her head, the husband and daughter were taken to the medicine woman where the daughter lived but only has one arm and half her leg, and held her father as he died from blood loss. We got the demon out of her but she was so miserable she took one of her father's hand guns and killed herself. We chased the demon's trail of bodies to California where we lost him in Los Angles. We figured one of the shadowhunters there had killed him but apparently not." Nick had clenched his fists. They all looked horrified.

"I am going to kill him, and you're not going to want to see this, so leave, please." I met each of their eyes. Magnus, Alec, Simon, and Izzy just nodded but left. Jace met my eyes and looked so angry and I remembered his soft spot for children, his Barbie left also. One time a demon had eaten a child and he hunted it down for a year then killed it so slowly and brutally that it took weeks to get the blood out of his hair and shirt.

"If he made that woman eat her baby and do all that then I definitely want to see this." He gave me a solid stubborn look, but I had seen worse. I returned the look.

"Okay, then I don't want you to see me do what I'm about to do to this man. You can listen if you're that hell bent on it." he scoffed.

"I doubt you could do anything that I couldn't bear to see." I gave him a wry smile.

"A lot changes in six years." He looked at me and finally he nodded. I ripped a strip of cloth off a thick spare curtain and tried not to feel anything as I wrapped it around his eyes and turned him around to face the wall. The others left and I locked the door. I quietly turned and propped the demon against the wall and took off all of my clothes, I'd hate to rip them, and handed them to nick. I woke up the demon and continued to hold him down. I felt Nick sound proof the room as he started to shriek, and beg. I got on my hands and knees and let the shift take me. My skin vibrated and got heated. I did my best not to make any noise but a couple times I growled a little. I crouched there in my demon form and his eyes went bigger. I saw my reflection in his eyes. I was like a huge black cat with purple streaks, my eyes where wild golden amber, I have seven tails each tipped with a sharp claw, my paws where hand like with long fingers topped with razor sharp claws, my fangs were also razor sharp. I smiled at him and he started to shriek louder, if possible.

"NO! OH GODS! PROTECT ME! NO PLEASE! OHH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! HELP MEEEEEEEE!" I smiled and dug in. I was going to make this thing die painfully; he would wake up in his dimension still screaming for forgiveness. Images of the baby torn in pieces, the crying father who had been forced to shoot off his own daughter's legs, and all the other families this thing had made suffer.

-jace pov-

Is it wrong that I'm getting some sort of sick satisfaction listening to this? Knowing that families won't have to fear this particular creature anymore? If it is then I need some serious help. It was weird though, something was shrieking and begging for its life from Clary… Clary who had been afraid of bad storms and the dark, Clary who had snuggled with him in front of the fire waiting for Christmas or New Years, Clary who had always been his reasoning and told him if he went too far in a way that didn't get him angry, or feel guilty and depressed. Clary who had disappeared, seemingly, off the face of the earth on the day he was going to propose, then had the guts to suddenly appear out of nowhere, not only tougher and one of the best shadowhunters but with Nick who for some reason was hard to hate and even I have to admit he isn't hard on the eyes. I started remembering when I first saw her, so petite and innocent, now she was hard edges and eyes that had a look that she had been to hell and back only to find out that earth wasn't any better, and that dog or more like dog on steroids. They had been the ones in the room across the hall in that hotel; her laugh was still the same then, now it was hard and sarcastic. What the hell had happened to her?

-A/N-

Finally! First chapter is done. That was actually a lot longer than I had originally thought, and it might take a really long time for the second one to be posted, sorry T.T. Any recommendations or anything would be appreciated, and I'm stuck as to whether Clary should end up with Jace or Nickolas, or both? Jk …or maybe not. Sorry if it was too gruesome for you. Tell me what I should add more of or have less of. The next chapter will probably not be as long, sorry. Thanks for reading and respond!

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