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Hi there.

It's been a long time, hasn't it? Over a year. But here we are, it's the end of the road. This will be the last chapter of Kismet. I expect I'll go over this story again. I've changed a lot over the last year, as has my writing style. I'll be editing small parts of the story- punctuation, spelling mistakes, adding little bits in and changing some minor parts. Nothing big. I just want to story to read better.

I won't go in to the nitty gritty of why I haven't been around on here for so long in this AN, but you know, if you're interested in finding out, just message me. It'll be nice to talk to you guys again. It's been so long.

Okay, without any further ado, this is the last chapter. I hope you enjoy it and let me know your thoughts.

ML

CPOV

Jonathan screamed for what felt like an eternity. The sound was horrifying; it cut straight through my body like a knife. He writhed at my side, his nails scraping and splitting against the flagstone beneath him but all I could do was sit still by his side, my knees tucked up against my chest and tears slowly trailing down my cheeks. I wasn't upset. I was scared. I was scared of myself, of the things I'd done tonight. I had killed my own father; stabbed him straight through the heart. And now I was about to finish off my brother.

Did that make me a monster, too? The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, after all.

Since I'd surfaced from the pain of the rune I'd placed on myself, I'd felt woozy. In fact, I was sick to my stomach. I let out a harsh string of hacking coughs, doubling over on myself in pain. It was a few minutes before the coughing stopped. I wiped my mouth, eyes heavy, and balked when I spotted the drops of glittering red on my hand. I stared at them for a long moment, fear settling in to my stomach. This wasn't supposed to happen. I closed my eyes tightly for a second before straightening up and brushing my hand against my gear. I swiped the tears away from my face quickly and gave Jonathan a hard look.

He was silent now, the screaming having subsided in to labored breaths. His eyes were open slightly and I was almost taken aback. I'd become accustomed to his pitch black eyes over the last few years and it sent an ache through my heart to see bright blue in their place. My breath caught in my throat. It had really worked. The demon blood was gone from him. He was truly human again. Just a normal Shadow Hunter.

But that didn't change anything.

My hand slid to my side and my fist tightened around the hilt of the seraph blade at my hip. I drew it out slowly, whispering its name. It glowed with life, humming beneath my skin.

"Clarissa…" Jonathan breathed heavily. My eyes met his quickly and I pointed the blade to his throat, my hand unwavering.

"Jonathan." I said levelly. My resolve was set. He coughed like I had not too long ago, blood escaping his mouth in little spatters that freckled my face. I brushed them away with my free hand and rested my knee against his chest.

"Don't even think about moving." I growled as he shifted beneath my weight. He kept his eyes on mine, a small smile drawing up at the corner of his mouth.

"So this is what mortality feels like, huh?" he half coughed. I didn't bother him with a reply. There was a single fat tear rolling down the side of his face and, despite myself, I reached down and brushed it away.

"Can't say I'm a fan," he breathed.

My chest grew tight and the coughing began again, even worse than it had been before. I felt light headed as I saw the blood escape my mouth on to my hand. I didn't have long.

"You too, huh? Isn't that poetic. We both die at the same time. I bet you weren't expecting that. The rune wasn't supposed to kill you too, was it?" Jonathan grinned. I pressed my blade closer to his neck, drawing a bead of blood with the tip across is Adams apple.

"Shut up."

"I wonder if mom's still alive. Imagine that, if every single Morgenstern died out tonight. I suppose you could call it justice."

"Jonathan, I'm warning you, if you don't shut up I'm going to-"

"You're going to what, Clary? Kill me? Isn't that what you should have done before I regained consciousness?" he hissed and threw his weight against me. I flew backwards on to the ground, hitting my head against the concrete. My blade clattered at my side and Jonathan swiped it up within a second.

"I might be weak and dying and mortal, Clarissa, but I'm still better than you." He said as his foot crushed against my elbow. I hissed in pain, biting on my tongue to keep the screams within me. His bloodstained mouth smiled down at me as he span my blade in his hand expertly before driving it down in to my shoulder blade, pinning me to the ground. I couldn't contain my screams this time. The pain seared through me and I struggled against his pin to no avail- it only caused more pain. I could hear him laughing over the ringing in my ears and he ground his foot harder in to my elbow. I felt the bones snap and splinter; I threw my head to the side and let the blood and vomit escape my mouth.

"You're weak!" he cried, his eyes wild and glittering. There was blood around his own mouth from his coughing. He was starting to panic, "You're weak yet you still act so proud. You think you're such a martyr, sacrificing yourself to save the rest of that screwed up race and those filthy Downworlder's. Well you're not, Clary. You're as selfish and self absorbed as I am in this. Were both going to die alone, with no one to tell us it's alright. No one to say 'hail and farewell'. We're going to burn, Clary. You and me. We're going to burn."

"You're wrong," I choked out and swung the fist of my free arm in to his face. It made contact with his nose, shattering the bone under the force. He groaned and slipped backwards, cupping his nose in agony. We both breathed heavily, tiredly, in unison. I looked briefly at the blade through my shoulder and whimpered, closing my eyes tightly. I reached for the hilt with a trembling hand and gripped it firmly, waiting for a long moment before yanking it with all of my strength. It came loose with a tug and I sat up, my eyes settling firmly on my brother.

And the person that loomed above him.

JPOV

I drove the hilt of Jonathan's sword against its owners head and watched as he crumpled to the floor with a thud. I stared at his unmoving body at my feet, my eyes unforgiving.

"Jace," Clary gasped, making to stand up but I shook my head and dropped to my knees beside her, abandoning the sword on the ground.

"Are you okay?" I asked numbly, surveying the gaping wound on her shoulder. Her entire right arm hung limply at her side and she was covered in her own blood, her face white as a sheet.

"I'll be fine," she panted, attempting to move her body. I pressed my hand against her face gently and she stopped, looking me dead in the eyes. Hers were red, her face blotched with tears.

"We need to get you out of here. You need to be somewhere safe." I said. She shook her head.

"I can't leave him like that. I have to end this now."

"You can't be serious. You're barely alive yourself right now, you need to find help, your mom or Magnus. You need someone who can fix you." I pressed. She opened her mouth to protest but I silenced her with my own. She tasted like blood and it only set my resolve further.

"Here, can you stand?" I held out my hand for her and she took it with her good arm, struggling to find her balance. Behind me I could head Jonathan starting to cough and faint shuffles of movement.

"Jace-"

"Get out of here Clary. I'll finish this off. You have to get somewhere safe."

"I'm not going to leave you here with him."

"I can handle this. Just go. Now. Please, if you never listen to me again, please just listen to me now. I can handle this," I said, panic flaring within me as I heard him begin to scramble to his feet. Clary's eyes were wide with fear and pain and after a long moment of silence, she nodded her head.

"I'll bring help. Alec, Izzy, anyone I can find."

"Don't worry about me. Just get somewhere safe." I said, pushing her gently.

"Jace…"

"Just go!" I shouted as her eyes welled up. She grabbed my hand with a wince and squeezed it weakly.

"I love you okay? Whatever happens to me, I love you. And I want you to be happy." A fat tear rolled from her eye and my brow furrowed in confusion.

"Nothing is going to happen to you okay? Or me. We're going to be fine. Don't talk like this is it."

"But I have to tell you-"

"Later. Tell me later." I said, my tone final. I swiped up the sword from the ground and turned my back on her then walked the small distance to her brother. I could hear her calling my name but I didn't turn back. All I cared about was her safety. And in her state right now, she was far from safe. There was a long moment where I thought she was going to stay, but I heard her begin to run, the sound of her footsteps getting further away.

"Playing the hero, huh?" Jonathan coughed. He wiped his mouth and inspected the blood with morbid curiosity. I didn't reply. Instead I kicked him as hard as I could in the ribs. He coughed again and doubled over, this time blood sprayed from his mouth.

"It's a shame it's for nothing, really," he said once his fit had subsided, "You loving her, I mean. It's all completely worthless in the end. To love is to destroy and to be loved is to be destroyed. That's just how it is. Always."

"I feel sorry for you," I spat, "I feel sorry for you because you think that way. And because you will never know what it feels like to want to protect someone with your life."

Jonathan grinned, his smile bloody.

"I did feel that way once. I would have done anything for my baby sister but that was before. Now I just want to rip her apart, limb by limb, until there is nothing left of her."

"You're disgusting." I said, raising the blade directly in line with his heart. He looked down at it with consideration before he grabbed hold of the tip and dragged it closer to himself.

"Go on. End it." He dared, "Or are you too weak, Angel boy?"

My second's hesitation was the only window he needed to swipe his leg out and kick me in the kneecap. The sword clattered to the ground and Jonathan leapt on top of me, his hands fisted in my hair. He pulled my head up and drove it towards the ground. My eyes lost focus for a moment because of the blow, but my body reacted instinctively. I pushed my weight against his; rolling us so I was above him with my hands clasped around his neck.

He laughed. The sound was manic.

"Go on. Kill me. I'm dead anyway! We both are! Me and her, we're as good as dead already." he cackled, blood spitting from his mouth.

I punched him twice in the face, taking sick pleasure from the flow of blood than ran from his already smashed nose. My knuckles were covered in it. I sprang to my feet and scanned around, looking for the sword. It lay a few meters away. If only I could just-

Jonathan swiped at me with a seraph blade he'd pulled from the sheath at his hip, cutting through the gear on my chest. I dodged to the left as he swung wildly again, making my way to the sword. I could see Jonathan was panicking. He didn't have long left in him. He lunged towards me, just catching my cheek with the tip of the blade. I could feel a brief sting but I was almost there. The sword was inches away. I didn't have time to think about the pain.

I made a dive for it, swiping it up in less than a second and spinning to face Jonathan. He swung blindly and I parried with ease, driving the sword forward as hard as I could. I felt the resistance of skin against the blade. And then-

Jonathan became very still.

I dropped my grip on the sword as Jonathan fell to his knees. It protruded from his chest, the blade visible from behind. Even in this state, on the brink of death, he was still smiling.

"I've had this sword my entire life," he gasped, his gaze fixed on the place the sword had entered his body, "It's fitting that I die with it, don't you think?"

I blinked twice, "Live by the sword, die by the sword."

He grinned hazily up at me and nodded his head.

"Yeah,"

I watched as his eyes clouded over for a few minutes before I finally decided it was time to put an end to this gruesome show. I took hold of the hilt of his sword and tested my grip. I yanked the sword with a grimace and he cried out in pain.

"Hail and farewell, Jonathan Morgenstern," I said quietly and pulled the sword clean out of his body. Jonathan collapsed to the ground, completely motionless.

It was over.

I staggered slowly towards the crowd of people, Jonathan's sword dragging across the flagstone behind me like some kind of gruesome token. The entire length of the blade was still crimson with his blood- still warm from his body.

I felt nothing.

People turned as they heard me approach, whispering to one another like gossiping teenagers. I could only imagine the kind of things they were saying but I couldn't find it in me to care. I was tired. All I wanted to do was go to sleep and never wake up.

"It's him," I heard someone whisper as I got closer to the crowd. People started shuffling out of my way, forming a path through the huddle of survivors. They stared at my bloodstained clothes and the open wounds on my face like I was some kind of animal on display at a zoo; like I was nothing but a curiosity. I didn't look at any of them. I couldn't look at any of them.

"Do you think he knows?"

"Whose sword is that?"

"I don't think he's been told…"

I carried on walking towards the front of the crowd but my curiosity piqued somewhat. Did I know what? What hadn't I been told? I picked up my pace, spotting a familiar sheet of raven black hair some way in front of me. She must have heard the frantic whispers that followed me as I started running because she whipped around, her face whiter than pure snow.

"Wait, Jace. Stop." She said, her voice thick with tears. She held out a shaking hand to stop me from passing her.

"What?" I asked. I was shocked by how flat my voice was.

"You shouldn't…"

"Shouldn't what, Izzy?"

She looked at me for what must have been the first time ever with vulnerability in her eyes and to be honest, that one look scared me more than anything else I'd seen tonight.

"Jace, I'm so sorry,"

My heart stopped. Four words and I was sure I would never breathe again.

"Who?" I asked with a tight voice. People around us were leaning in closer, trying to hear what was being said with sick, morbidly curious looks on their faces. Maryse placed her hand on my shoulder and Alec took a step towards me, his hands held in helpless fists. The oddest part was, he was crying. Magnus was stood beside him, Max curled up close to his side. He stroked my younger brother's hair and whispered almost silently to him over and over again. Luke was stood to one side, gazing at something I couldn't quite see with tears in his eyes.

Where was Clary?

"Isabelle," I said in warning, my hands starting to shake, "what the hell is going on?"

She swallowed hard and blinked, shaking her head.

"It's… she's…"

"No." I said quietly.

"There's nothing we can do, she's gone." Isabelle choked.

"No. No, no, no. You're lying. I only saw her a few minutes ago. She was alive. She was coming to find you for help." my voice grew steadily louder until I was screaming in Izzy's face. I threw the sword to the ground like it was litter, not wanting to touch something so affiliated with her. Tears spilled from Izzy's eyes as she watched me clutch my hair helplessly, slowly breaking apart.

"Where is she?" I shouted. Isabelle didn't say anything. I charged past her and grabbed the front of Alec's shirt in my fists.

"Alec, tell me where she is or by the Angel I'll kill you." I growled, barely two inches away from his face. He blinked quickly, getting rid of the tears in his eyes. His face set.

"Let go of me Jace."

"Not until you-"

"I said, let go of me Jace." He said darkly, "Fighting me now isn't going to help, even if you think it will."

I uncurled my fists slowly, sluggishly seeing what I was doing, and stepped back quickly, feeling the first tears stabbing against my eyes. Alec took me by the elbow and pushed through the rest of the crowd in to a tiny clearing, encircled by yet more people. I could hardly move my legs or see through my water filled eyes but I could make out the splay of crimson red hair on the ground in front of me. I wiped my eyes furiously with the back of my hand and sprinted forward.

"Clary!" I yelled as I dropped down on my knees beside Jocelyn who was cradling a broken, pale and bloodied Clary in her arms, whispering softly to her daughter. I grasped one of her hands in mine and let the tears spill freely from my eyes, crying her name over and over again in a morbid chant.

"What happened?" I managed to choke out. Jocelyn looked to me as though she'd only just realize I was there and bit her lip, keeping her tears back.

"The rune… it killed her…"

Epilogue

I was everywhere and nowhere all at once. Noise surrounded me but then again… was there really any sound? My body ached and burned but it felt lighter than it ever had- as though I was floating. I was surrounded by bright white light and deep, mat blackness all at once.

It was horrific.

It was bliss.

I was terrified.

The justice of heaven is hard to comprehend, but it is justice none the less, a voice spoke to me from the middle of the abyss I was standing in. I couldn't have moved to find the source even if I'd wanted too.

You understand that this was the way it had to end?

Yes, I thought, and the word rang out loud and clear around me.

Do you understand what has become of you?

I… I think I'm dead. My 'voice' whispered. I was surprised at how easily I accepted that fact, like it was inevitable. A name prodded lightly in the back of my mind but I couldn't grasp it.

Yes and no. The Other voice replied. I didn't reply for an indefinite amount of time.

Who are you?

I think you already know the answer to that question.

Raziel?

Yes. The angel said solemnly. I suddenly felt a deep rooted sadness.

I… I don't want to be dead. I think… I think there are people waiting for me.

You have done a great service to your kind tonight, Clarissa Morgenstern. For this you can compel me to one action. What is it that you want the most?

I… I know there is something…

Remember, Clarissa. Remember the name.

With the angels words, images of gold flashed all around me; I saw eyes, a smile, a pair of pure gold wings protruding from a figures back. I saw two people sat side by side on some park bench, the same couple fighting in a gym, talking in a basement, kissing and crying- about to be pulled apart from one another. The images flicked around me like they were imprinted on an old film reel; grainy and almost static and then…

Then one word- a name- screamed all around me, loud enough to burst my ear drums. It took me a moment to realize that I was the one screaming, and that the name was-

"Jace!"

The Other Epilogue

Four years later

Jace stood alone at the foot of the grave, his hands stuffed in to the pockets of his white dress pants. The sun was just setting and it cast hues of red, orange, gold and purple all around him. The light breeze tousled his hair and stung at his eyes, but it didn't bother him too much. It had been a long time since he'd visited this place and as he stared at the ground, he felt the beginnings of tears prick at his eyes. He blinked them away, determined to be strong.

"Hey…" he started lamely, unsure of what to say when he knew he wouldn't get an answer back.

"Sorry it's taken me so long to visit. Things have been real busy lately. The treaties have finally been signed… we're officially at peace with the Downworlder's, so I guess that's great news. I've been training a lot and helping out with Max and the other kids who've moved in to the institute. He's thirteen now and he's a pretty good fighter… He's got his first crush, too. Her name is Joanie. She's pretty cool for a kid, I guess. She can decapitate the training dummies without any trouble.

"Alec and Magnus are still going strong… I think they want to get married or something but I don't know if they should… Alec will grow old but Magnus won't. I can't even imagine how they'll deal with that. I'll support them either way though, so…

"Isabelle got a boyfriend. It's that guy Simon who lived next door to Jocelyn- she's doing good, by the way. She got married to Luke and they have twin boys. But anyway, back to Izzy. It's a funny story really if you think about it… Simon managed to get bitten by some vampire and now he's a Downworlder so she can be with him. I still think he's an idiot, but he's keeping her happy so I guess that's fine with me.

"Maryse and Robert are fine. They've been kept busy with all of the Clave stuff but… you know what? I don't really know why I'm telling you about any of them. " Jace ran his hand through his hair and sighed loudly.

"I've grown up a lot in the last few years but I guess that was inevitable, really. I'm twenty one now. I don't have room to act childish and big headed. It's weird; everyone in our world knows my name when they see me and there are all these adoring fans who know exactly what we did. They say we saved the world and… I guess we did, really. But I don't care about that. The old me would have- I would have loved it- but people change. Everything changes eventually. Everything…

"Is it strange to miss someone you barley even knew? I do. I think about it all the time- what I could have had, I mean. I think about what I could have been like, but there's no point dwelling over things you've lost, is there? What doesn't kill you makes you stronger… losing this made me stronger. I think we're all better for it." Jace finished quietly. He drew his seraph blade from the sheath at his waist, named it, and plunged it deep in to the ground at his feet. He wiped a stray tear from his cheek and stared at the blade for an immeasurable amount of time before he felt a thin pair of arms snake around his waist.

"You okay?"

Jace's mouth curled up in to a small smile and he nodded his head as he twisted around to wrap his arms around the petite red head in front of him. She looked up at him with a sad smile and kissed his cheek lightly.

"They'd be so proud of you," Clary whispered in to his chest. Jace held her tighter and buried his face in to her hair.

"I hope so. I know I didn't know them at all- I only know what other people have told me- but they're still my family, my real parents. I want them to know that everything's okay."

"Is everything okay?" Clary asked, looking up in to his eyes. Jace could see the worry in her face but he doubted anyone else would have spotted it. He nodded with a smile.

"More than okay."

So there it is. This story is over. I'll be continuing my other fic, All's fair when love is war, so go ahead and check that out if you want. It's fluffy :3

Let me know what you think.

For the last time on this story,

ML, out.