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By stander point of view...

They fall from the sky with grace, like poetry. Their wings sparkle like a thousand gems in the midnight sky, breath taking and beautiful, horrifying and graceful. With no eyes, but able to see like no other, they were angles, they were here to save all of us from Valentine and his demons, hopefully.

CPOV

I look up at the sky and gape. There were angles falling. Nothing seemed quite real to me, all of this we thought we were done with, well screw that. Nothing in the world is really over, battles for things go on. Unfortunately, we shadowhunters battles aren't too easy to win. I look at Jace, he was looking at the sky also.

"Clary?" He whispered.

"Yeah?" I whispered back still looking at the sky.

"Do you see that? Or am I finally going crazy?"

"If you're going crazy, I am too. "

He took a breath and made an attempt at a joke, "Well, maybe they'll let us get a room together in the loony-bin."

"Jace, is it just me, or is it quite? Like, eerily quite?" I look around and the battle field had totally frozen, know one moving, no one taking, and most of all know one or thing was fighting. It seemed they were all looking up to the sky.

"Nope, not just you."

"Oh, good, I think their angles."

"Are you sure?"

"Uh, no that's why I said, 'I think'"

"Oh, thanks for clearing that up."

"No problem."

They things in the sky made way closer and closer to the earth, glowing brightly as the stars that live in the nights sky. As if broken out of their trance people started going at it again, they felt the need to kill stronger then the amazing. Sad.

I just wonder why I didn't feel the need anymore. I use to but now, once Jace took the sword from my hand, it was like I was cured. Love is stronger than hate. I take a glance at the sky, they were getting closer now, they use to look like stars in the sky, now they looked like huge birds flying dangerously fast ready to hit us. Pleasant.

"Do they look mad to you?" I asked Jace.

"Yeah, that and really weird looking birds."

I look at him for a couple of seconds, the kind of look that says, 'Did you REALLY just say that?' I shake my head at him and a thought that should have been there soon came. "Jace, things are going to get bad quick. Those angels are going to be able to see through whatever glamour we have on us and your playing for the other team. Their going to kill you." I said this really fast so I didn't really know if he caught it all but the look on his face said he did.

My face became determined, "No way in hell, pardon my pun, am I going to loose you for a second time. Come on devil boy, were going." I grasped his hand and a shock went through me. I whimper and look at see what it was.

I see Jace do a double take of our hands... They were glowing. Like, weird creepy green that you would think Aliens would have. It wasn't all of our hand, just the part that made the heart. I detach our hands and the glowing stops. I attach them and it comes back. Our hearts were glowing when it was together. Like away from each other, we didn't have our heart, but together we had a whole hear like we shared one. Sure, sounds cheesy, looks cheesy to, but I realized that it was the complete and total truth.

Jace seemed to see this to because something changed in his eyes, they became brighter, but darker at the same time. As if he was realizing something great, but also loosing some great things too.

He took my hand and we ran away from the battle field, leaving behind all the other fighting shadowhunters as well. I said a silent prayer, just so help with... I don't know, stuff.

"Umm... Jace," I said as we dodged people, and demons, Jace clearing the way with his sword as we ran. "Where are we going?"

"Some where safe, where you can't get hurt."

My life has become a soap opera.

I really hate soaps.

Raphael pov...

Hell, that's what it was, just a living Hell.

The angels are coming, coming to take all the people we've lost to heaven, a place that I will never be able to go. Hell is my home. Every vampire knows it, just like every shadowhunter knows that their part angel, some kind of super human race that has to protect all the other normal humans.

Damn. They have it easy, they think that we are salvaged? It's because there is no point of being good, no matter how much good you do, if your a vampire after death your going to spend it in the one place you've been fighting against.

This is the reason most of the Nights Children chose to go on Valentines side. No matter what I will never be on the son of a bitches side. Just because how he thinks, that all downworlders are not as good as shadowhunters, yet he has made himself one of them, his son was one of them. That may be proving that we all are shit. But I would sell my soul (If I had one left) if it meant not having to fight against him.

I stick my sword into a grotesque demon that had only one eye on his head but lots more on the other places of his body. Every eye was red, and changes colors periodically from red to black to white to a color that I can't even say. More or less, this thing was gross.

After I killed the little eye demon, I turned around, I took in my surroundings. The angels were here and I felt something in me pull away from them, even if we were on the same side, they were a creature from God, I was the opposite.

I lung for another demon, almost tripping over a dead body in the processes, the body was so drenched in blood that I wouldn't tell if it was a Golden or a Black. I tried no to breath because I knew if I did I would go blood lust. That Damon guy didn't exactly feed us, and seeing all this blood was making me very... thirsty.

I mentally slap myself, 'focus on whats on hand now, not your needs, take care of those later', I kept that little speech going.

I noticed something. This had been going on for hours, like so many hours that it's past time for the sun to be here. As I kill demons without a second thought, they were a lot of really small ones. The saying, 'it's so ugly, it's cute,' did not apply here. Some of them reminded me of big zits, they really needed to be popped. Bad.

I turn to kill another demon and stop in my tracks, it was her, Nelli.

I cut my self with my sword just a bit, making sure that it was really her. I mean, she looked the same. Except for the clothes, the old dress and cowboy boots had been traded in for a Golden robe. I stare at her, she turns around and meets my eyes. For a moment, there is nothing. Not this war, not her angel wings, I missed her. Even though I can't look deeply into her blue eyes and take a short swim, I know that those baby blues did belong to her, they were hers. My first and only love smiles and waves.

That was enough, something that Nelli would do, simple, but at the same time, just enough to make a dead heart come back like a ghost and feel the tingle of it pounding wildly away. This angel, my angel, I know that I'm not good enough for her, that I can't go to heaven with her, but I can prove myself to her. Make her proud.

That's when I went wild, I killed demon after demon not even looking at them, only a hollow inside but it was okay, for the first time sense Nelli died a long time ago, I felt whole.

And this Vampire was going to sink his fangs into some nasty demon blood.

Max's point of view...

It felt like home and even smelled like home a little bit, a tangy smell of burnt food wafers though the air. But aside from that, it was NOT home. I didn't like this illusion I like that it felt so much like the real thing, but wasn't.

"Please, take me back." I say, it wasn't a question, more of a demand.

Ithuriel looked at me, "Are you sure? Can you handle it?"

"Maybe and if I can't well then, I'll just have to deal with it. I don't like it here and I want to go.. where are our body's?"

"Back where we left them. You feel yourself here but really your just seeing different things behind your eyelids."

I look at him in confusion, "So, that means that this is all a hallucination?"

Ithuriel looked at me, bemused at why I was asking this question, "if that's the way you want to look at it, yes"

I just look at him. All this hope I had inside of my from being home vanished into the burnt smelling air. This isn't home. This is power, powers that I used to have when I was an Angel. I miss being an angel, I want to go back.

"Ithuriel? Can you do something for me?"

"Yes, Max?"

"I don't want to be a shadowhunter anymore, can you make me an angel again?" After a moment I add, "I don't belong here." Here meaning on this earth that I used to call home.

Izzys pov...

I take a glance at Simon, twenty bucks says that he's still mad at me. I'm sick of wondering so I go ahead and ask him strait out.

He looks at me and blinks, "no, I'm not." That's all he say's before he lays down on the bed he claimed as his when we got to the house.

Damn, I just lost twenty bucks.

I go over to him holding my eye contact as I climb on the bed with him. I rest my head where our lips are dangerously close from touching, maybe a centimeter in between them. I might as well be a mile for the way he responded. He didn't do anything, just kept looking at the wall.

I frown and lift my head so its directly over his, my black as midnight hair draping over him, framing his face. I trace his lips with the tip of my finger, his eyes meet mine for a second.

I didn't know why I was doing this, I just feel so empty of emotion except for the passion to kill, I decided I'd trade it in for a different kind of passion. I bend my head so out lips brush just a little. I needed this, to feel again, to feel joy of the one person that makes my heart beat irregularly when I see him. I needed him.

So instead of waiting for a response I went right in for the kiss, I threw my whole self on him and did things that I knew drove him crazy until he did respond to me and my touch. I knew that he needed me then, just like I needed him.

CPOV...

We run until we reach the little cottage. We run up the cobblestone path up until we were in the house, until we felt safe. Jace took me into his arms and held me there. He held me like a new born baby, like I was so precious and breakable that he was afraid to let me go.

Honestly, I really didn't mind.

I take his face in my hand and look at him. I see the beauty that shows so clearly in his face, and I look into his eyes and see the beauty that lies underneath all those good looks. I clasp our hands together with my free hand and our scars start to glow.

"You know I'm about to say something really sappy, so I thought I would warn you ahead of time." Jace announced.

I smile, "Fully warned." I assured him.

"This," he said as he held up our hands, "is a sign. A sign that we were meant to be together, forever."

He brushes the promise ring that found its way back on my finger. I smiled at him, I knew what he meant. But I brushed it off with a laugh, "yeah, your right, that was really sappy." I said with sarcasm dripping into my voice. Then I get serious, "but really, really sweet." I give him a long awaited kiss. It feels like ages, and boy do I want those lips on mine. I pull him closer using the fist of my hands on his robe. My lips move against him, there is no slow here. This is one of those kisses that is fast and hot.

We move our way, looking for a more comfortable place then the front hallway and open the first door. By now my legs are around his waist and he's carrying me. But we freeze as to what we see.

Isabelle and Simon, doing pretty much what we were doing, but with less clothes.

One of them sees us and says, "shit"

This is by far not the first time that I've walked in on them, but it never stops being embarrassing. Although I can tell its Jace's first time. He sets me down gently. "Hey bloodsucker, I'm going to give you five seconds to get the hell off my sister." And that's exactly what Simon does.

After Izzy and Simon are all dressed we go sit somewhere in the house, a dinning room and we talk about the war. Forgetting what just happened for a second and focusing on the important.

Valentines point of view...

The angel's are a minor draw back, but nothing that we can't handle. I keep fight Raziel, but it seems like we are took equally matched. But I refuse to have someone be better than me. I simply won't allow it. I'm Valentine God damn it and I will not be beaten. I will rise and conquer this mundane world and then move on to other world. I will be the first ruler in history that had dominated more than one world. I stop and give a mental chuckle, like the kids say now days, I dominate.

For a moment I see something in Raziel's eyes that bemuses me that forces me to take in my surroundings. Raziel's eyes say, 'I've won,' even though its clear he has not.

Then I get it. All my demons have stopped. I stare at them and then start yelling, "You are my creatures you will obey me and fight until you are yet dead again." When they don't make a move to start fighting, I just really mad and start yelling again.

I hear footsteps behind me and turn around. The battle has gone silent for the second time now I see why. The one thing I fear stands ahead of me. With a crown of skulls upon his head he hovers three or four feet above me.

"Your creatures Valentine? Your creatures, funny I had the thought that they indeed belong to me."

Standing so tall above me is the man that owns hell. Say hello to the Devil himself, or as some people call him Hades, no matter what his name is, its still the same... person (not really a person, more of a thing) he was the owner of Hell. And I had tricked him.

He wanted to make me pay.

AH its been sooooo long since I've had a chapter done! like, months. Sorry guys, I just wanted to get all the school stuff done and then chill a bit before I went right into it. I hope you enjoy and if you did don't be shy to tell me, also don't be shy to say that you didn't like it, tell me what you really think. I should have the LAST TWO CHAPTERS up in a week or so... yeah that right two more to go... this time I promise