Fallen Angels Rise

Author's Note: Well hello all! This is my reentry to fan fiction after a very long absence. This is my first dealing with the realm and characters of The Mortal Instruments, and I have not yet read The Infernal Devices series as of yet, so there may be some facts that I am missing out on, but as I read that, I will make sure to make include my knowledge in here.

This story came to me shortly after finishing City of Lost Souls, and as such it will revolve around a major spoiler, that being the ending. So if you have not read the book, you have now been officially warned. I hope you all enjoy this story; all constructive criticism is welcome!

Chapter 1: Awakening Anew

He could not tell he was awake, but only in the barest definition of the word. He didn't have the energy to open his eyes, and he couldn't feel any part of his body. He could only feel the remnants of a warm pain, like that of a fresh mark. His brain was awake, but his senses definitely were not functioning. He tried to concentrate on opening his eyes, but to no avail.

"Okay, what about my others senses?" He thought, as he began to try to activate the other four. He was beginning to make out what could have been the sound of voices when the darkness consumed him again.

When he woke again, he had no idea how much time had past since he last battle with consciousness. This time, he decided to take a new approach that might not overwhelm him so quickly. Instead of trying to figure out his surroundings, he focused on trying to determine what happened to put him in this state. This was an awful idea. All he could recall was the most beautiful and yet terrifying brightness and then the most painful burning sensation running through his body. The pain was like every cell of his body was being soaked in hot bleach. Having every tiny part of him scrubbed clean, yet raw. Then he blacked out again.

The third time he awake, he could sense a definite difference in his physical state. He felt stronger. Still not strong enough to open his eyes, but stronger all the same. This time, without even trying, he could hear what were definitely voices. It took all of his concentration to focus and process what was going on around him. Two women were talking to each other in low, hushed voices.

"Do you think he will even wake up?"

"I don't know. The angel said…" He lost focuses as a memory tried to resurface. He pushed it down and refocused his concentration.

"He looks different somehow."

"I agree, but everyone does when they're asleep."

"I almost feel like I need to protect him."

"Don't get carried away. Don't forget what he's done." The voice hardened, almost snapping at the other woman. He could feel the darkness coming again. The words were just strange sounds now. He fought to regain his focus. To keep listening, but the harder he fought, the worse it got. He faded back into unconsciousness.

He woke again. He could tell it was night, because his eyes had finally opened. That shock alone nearly sent him spiraling back into darkness. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. He slowly opened them again, blinking a few times, because even in the low light it was still very bright compared to the darkness he seemed to be finally escaping. With his eyes finally in focus, he looked straight up at the ceiling. It was blue with cherubs painted on it. He had never understood the fascination with the naked babies. Maybe it was because it was all he could see, but he found them beautiful. Not necessarily the images, on second thought, but he could definitely find an appreciation for the artistry it required to paint them.

Having managed to stay awake with his eyes open for a while, he decided to dare turning his head to try to take in the rest of his surroundings. He closed his eyes so as not to risk getting dizzy from the movement. When he opened them again, he saw a row of beds with silver frames. They were all identical, and they were all empty. He chanced to look the other way and found the same thing. He wanted to sit up and see what else was in this room that was quite obviously some kind of hospital. It was when he tried to move his hands in order to prop himself up that he ran into trouble. He could not move his hands. He looked down quickly. Too quickly though, and a shooting pain scorched through his head. He closed his eyes and fought back the blackness

"My hands are restrained, I can't move them at all!" He began to panic, began to slip away again. He took a deep breath to push back the anxiety, and that was when he felt the band across his chest. Taking inventory of his newfound sensation, he realized there was another band around his legs. He felt the darkness coming again, and for some reason he knew to not bother fighting it this time. Before it consumed him again, he experienced an overwhelming flood of despair and guilt.

This time the darkness was interspersed with flashes of the terrifying just beautiful light and the incredible pain. It was almost like sleep riddled with nightmares, but he knew these were memories, not dreams. It had been dark for a while, and then the light came. It lasted for a long time, longer than ever before. He braced himself for the memory of the pain, but it never came. It was not until he heard the voices that he realized that he was awake. At first they were indistinguishable, but they grew more and more clear. He heard a door open and some angry objections, then the voices were upon him. Right over him if he didn't know any better.

"Just let him be! The Silent Brothers said he is not prepared!"
"We have waited long enough Jia! I –" he paused, "—The Clave, demand answers! There is no telling what he has out there right now!"

"Jia, as much as it pains me, he's right. Besides, the boy is already awake and listening to us now. Go ahead child, open your eyes."

Not knowing how the woman was able to tell he was wake, it took him a few moments to react to her gentle, but firm instructions. Slowly he opened them, the morning light hurting even more than the moonlight had. He squinted and blinked a few times. Three faces all came into focus at once, two women standing over him on the left and a man opposite them. He looked at the two women first. He recognized their voices from one of the times he had woken. The first one looked concerned and defeated. The second woman had her arms around the first in a supportive way, her eyes looking stern, but not without compassion.

When he looked at the man, he wished he hadn't. He eyes were reflecting nothing buy fury. His jaw clenched and his mouth tight. The boy recoiled, or achieved as much of a recoil as could be accomplished considering his heavy restraints.

The man spoke: "Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern, I, Robert Lightwood, summon you on behalf of the Clave to appear before the Inquisitor and Conclave to submit yourself to questioning concerning the following charges placed upon you..." Before the man could begin to read the charges, Jonathan passed out again, but not before hearing the first woman, Jia, hiss "I told you so!"

A/N: I hope you liked chapter one! This is probably the shortest chapter of the whole series, but I liked how it ended. I will have the second chapter up very soon, so hopefully that helps draw in some people. The rest of the characters will be showing up in chapter 2 for the most part. Thanks!