I watched Valentine from the corner, my fork digging into spaghetti that rested in the small container I held.

I was dressed in my normal attire, black ripped jeans, along with a burgundy slim thermal shirt, that was tucked into my jeans, a black leather jacket and black boots on my feet.

My dark hair was straight as usual, and ended mid chest, my tan skin visible in the light, along with my many runes.

"You hate spaghetti without cheese-" Valentine notices the lack there of in the food I was eating, "Was there not any left?"

"No-" I dug into the food ravenously, "It's fine- I don't mind it at the moment."

Valentine puts a strand of my hair behind my ear, before walking over to his table and grabbing a syringe, walking towards the cages he held Downworlders in.

I looked away, not wanting to watch this, especially since I was eating.

Then, a portal opened and back were the men who Valentine sent a few hours ago, this time, with a woman.

I stumble lightly, feeling a wave of dizziness washing over me, closing my eyes for a moment.

Someone flashes before my eyes, someone that I could guess was a warlock, but I wasn't so sure.

"You've returned." Valentine's voice makes me snap back into reality as he was walking over to them and admiring the woman who seemed to be unconscious, "I'm so sorry it had to be this way, Jocelyn."

I place my empty container to the side, wiping my mouth before walking over to them, "Who's she?"

"My latest wife." Valentine breathes deeply, "I told you to bring her back unharmed- what happened?"

"A potion." One told him, "She must have been under the protection of a warlock."

I didn't know any of their names.

I didn't care enough to ask.

"She was in league with the Downworlder, hiding amongst the mundane." The one next to him spoke, "Coward."

"Jocelyn Fairchild was able to hide from the Circle for 18 years." Valentine looked up at him, "Do you think a coward is capable of something like that?"

The man scoffed with spite, "The only thing she's capable of is smelling like a mundane."

Valentine stared at him, "I'm sorry?"

"She betrayed the Circle." He said, "She doesn't deserve our respect."

Then, Valentine punctured the syringe into his neck, emptying whatever contents inside into this body as I watched him scream in pain, his flesh burning in front of my eyes as he took his last breaths.

-

When his men returned from searching for the Mortal Cup, Valentine was screaming in their face, "I don't see the Mortal Cup!"

"We searched." Pangborn said calmly, "It's not in the loft."

Valentine's teeth were gritted, "Just because you couldn't find it doesn't mean it isn't there."

"There's a daughter." Pangborn stammered, "She looks just like Jocelyn- her name's Clarissa Fairchild. There's no sign of the father, could be a mundane."

Valentine stared at him in astonishment, "Jocelyn has a daughter?"

"Well, in that case, I'd like to speak to Jocelyn's daughter." Valentine inhales sharply, before turning towards our newest prisoner resuming his conversation with her.

"I'd hoped my men could have persuaded you to help us." Valentine stood in front of the cage that our newest prisoner was held in, "For someone so old, you're not too wise, are you?"

"What did you do to her?" The woman's concern wasn't herself, her eyes darting to me, "She wasn't like this three years ago."

"She's matured." Valentine stepped closer to the cage, "She understands which is the right side."

This, confused me.

I had never seen this woman my entire life, but she was claiming this as if she knew me.

"You've brainwashed her." She shook her head, "She's innocent in all of this."

"She's my daughter." Valentine's voice was dangerously calm, "She will stand by my side til the bitter end."

The woman doesn't reply, looking between Valentine and I.

"See, it's very simple." Valentine began, "Reverse Jocelyn's spell and you'll be free to live your wasteful, warlock life."

"You're a liar, you'd never let me go." The woman called out, "But I swear, it wasn't me, I can't break the spell."

"Who did it then?" Valentine grabbed one of the syringes, "I want the warlock's name."

"See, Jocelyn may be unreachable, but her daughter is still out there." He walked back over to her, "You must want to help the girl, right?"

She stayed silent.

"Maybe a little medicine will trigger your memory, hmm?" Valentine hums, injecting whatever was in the syringe into her, making her gasp and try to resist, but to stop when it hit her quickly.

"Zee." Valentine set the empty syringe down, "I have a job for you."

I slowly walked over to him, "Yes?"

"I want you to find Clarissa Fairchild." Valentine's arms were behind his back, "Take the stand in portal to New York- make sure to grab your seraph blade, and bring her back here; unharmed. Knowing Jocelyn, the girl probably has the Mortal Cup."

-

"Clary Fairchild!" I heard the familiar shout of Konrad, stood in front of the New York Institute, calling after a red head that stood with one blond and one brunette.

The blond was a Shadowhunter.

Before the blond could make a move, I was behind the member, piercing my blade through him.

He let out a strained sound, looking back at me, as I heard a gasp coming from Clary.

The brunette was asking her what was going on, "Clary, what's going on?"

He was a mundane.

The Shadowhunter was staring closely at the Circle Member and my sword being through his back, but he hadn't noticed me yet.

"Zee Morgenstern-" He choked, blood staring to ooze out of his mouth, "You're turning on the Circle?"

"I'm not turning on the Circle, you moron-" I push my seraph blade further, killing him, "I'm hogging all the glory."

I pulled my seraph blade out, as he dropped to the ground, dead. My eyes landed on Clary, his hands were on her mouth in a gasp, the mundane as confused as ever and the Shadowhunter staring at me with complete shock.

I moved, my seraph blade to Clary's neck, "Give me the Mortal Cup!"

I was pulled back by the blond, and thrown onto the ground, my body hitting the cement with a thud.

I looked up at his shocked expression from the ground, my teeth gritted, "That was stupid-"

I jumped to my feet, spin kicking him in the face. He was too shocked to fight back, and before he had the chance to speak, I pierced my blade through his middle, pushing it further, "You were dead anyway."

"Jace!" Clary cried out, as I pulled my blade out of him, beginning to take a step towards her.

Jace grunted, holding his bleeding wound, pulling out his stele that I hadn't notice he had with him, as he moved it over his Iratze rune, "Zee?"

I froze, my attention fixed on him, "How do you know my name?"

Then, two other Shadowhunter's ran out of the Institute and by us, one's bow and arrow pointed towards my back, the other holding her whip in her hand.

I hadn't turned around, but I heard their footsteps.

"Drop your weapon!" The feminine voice called out, my grip tightening on the handle of my blade, "Three against one, you're outnumbered."

"Oh, I like my odds." My voice was low, staring at the ground, confident that I could take the three of them down easily.

"Wait-" I heard a more masculine voice come from behind me, "That voice."

"I said drop your weapon!" The feminine voice seemed hesitant and cautious after the other one's words, "Don't make him shoot you."

I decided that killing them wouldn't be as fun.

I obliged, dropping my seraph blade onto the ground, "You're not gonna shoot me."

The feminine voice seemed to do all the talking, her voice seeming like she was recovering from shock, "You sure about that?"

"Yeah." I turned to face the two Shadowhunters, my eyes landing on them as I kept a straight face, my hands up in surrender.

They were both completely caught off guard.

I had no idea why, but they acted like they knew me.

And seeing the looks on their faces made this even more entertaining for me.

"Because my name is Zee Morgenstern." I inhale sharply, watching at the tall Shadowhunter lowered his bow in revelation, "I'm assuming that means something to you people?"

The woman takes a step closer to me, "Zee-"

The man follows her actions, "That's impossible-"

"Okay." I huff deeply, dropping my arms, "I'm bored."

The minute I felt Jace's hand on my shoulder, I wasted no time, grabbing his wrist and bending forward, bringing him to the ground.

A grunt leaves his lips as he forces himself into his feet, my hand grabbing my seraph blade, noticing how Jace grabbed his as well, Clary letting out gasps.

My teeth grit, as my sword clanged against Jace's in quick movements. Then, the woman's whip wraps tightly around my neck.

I toss my blade to the ground and grab it with my hands tightly, pulling it with a hard tug, her body jerking forward.

Before I knew it, the moment the woman pulled the whip from me, I was grabbed by the man who previously aimed an arrow at me.

"Let me go!" I grunt, using every piece of strength in my to fight out of his grip, until something hit the back of my head.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my body instantly collapsed to the ground.

I was barely conscious when I heard their voices become distant and distant with every sentence.

"Did you have to do that?" I heard the same masculine ask, as they were all hovering over me.

My vision was blurry, as Jace replied, "I had to!"

"I can't believe it's really her." The woman was in shock, "What's happened to her?"

The mundane spoke up, demandingly, "Clary, what's happening?"

"Jace-" Clary spoke, her attention fixed on the blond, "Who is she?"

Jace stared down at me, his voice sounding the most distant, "My best friend."

Then, everything went black.

authors note:

first chapter !

it's kinda really bad , I'm sorry !

there was a scene that was inspired by arrow :)

speaking of arrow, mia smoak is the best child, hands down.

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