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Jace bent over, afraid he was going to retch. His head spun, overcome by dizziness. Whether it was from the sight of Clary's blood or from hitting his head, he didn't know.

This could not be happening, this could not be happening, he thought.

He sprinted out the door and looked for anyone he knew. He looked around the bar for Alec and Magnus, regretting breaking his phone. Not seeing them anywhere, he ran to the other side of the room looking for Isabelle. (and Simon). He saw them in a compromising position in a booth, too overcome by adrenaline to cover his eyes and turn in the other direction. He ran up to them, pulled Simon off of Isabelle, and turned to face her.

"Hey!" Simon objected, but Jace couldn't deal with him right now, and he punched him in the head, a little too hard and knocked him out. Whoops.

Simon slumped against the wall and his eyes rolled back.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Isabelle yelled at Jace, going over to see Simon. She held Simon's head and glared at Jace as hard as she could.

"I didn't mean to knock him out!" Jace protested, taking out his steele and leaned towards Simon to draw an iratez. "Listen, Isabelle, something really bad is happening and-"

"YEAH I'M AWARE, JACE," Isabelle yelled, looking at Simon. "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!"


"GOD, JACE JUST TELL ME WHAT IT IS! And why would I help you, you asshole?"

Jace's voice softened, and he looked away from her, and flinched from her words. "Please. Isabelle, it's-" he took a deep breath to keep his voice from trembling.

"-It's Clary. She's missing."


Clary woke up, her head pounding. She was lying in a giant bed, tangled in gold silk sheets. Where was she? What was she doing here? Where was Jace?

"Jace," she said, and opened her eyes. The room she was in swayed and her vision was blurry. Everything in the room was painted gold.

"I would prefer it if you didn't say that name, thank you. How is your head? That was quite a wallop you got last night. I do wish they didn't harm you so much, but you would not just calm down!"

Clary turned her head towards the voice and blinked furiously until her vision cleared. A tall, handsome, pale, young man sat beside her bed. He looked at her through his grey eyes and reached up to touch her head. Clary flinched away, and moved as far away from him as she could. The man sighed, and leaned back in his chair.

"Not good, my dear. I am only concerned for your well-being, can't you see?" He ran a slender hand through his perfect hair. "It's alright. You will learn to trust me."

Clary looked at him. He was about the same height and built as Jace, maybe a little slimmer. His dark brown hair was styled and smoothed, and his dark suit was tailored perfectly to fit his frame. She swallowed, and spoke, her voice raspy. "Who are you?"

"Ah! Of course! How rude of me!" He spoke calmly and lightly, like he was talking to an old friend. His British accent was thick. "My name is Dante. Leader of demons and Sebastian Morgenstern's followers. Most commonly known as the next Sebastian Morgenstern. I prefer Dante, though. I like to be a little original."

Clary's head spun, and she placed her head in her hands. Sebastian Morgenstern? Leader of Sebastian's followers? What is going on? What happened last night?

"Sebastian is dead. Everything ended when he died." Clary said, trying to control her breathing.

Dante shook his head, and looked at her with concern. "Oh, dear, you really do not know anything about what's going on, do you? You see, when Sebastian died that's when everything started. This is only the beginning."

Clary was more confused than ever. She asked a different question. "Where am I?"

"You do have a lot of questions, don't you? Unfortunately, my dear-"

"Don't call me that."

Dante continued, ignoring the interjection. "-I can not tell you exactly where you are, you see. What if you are communicating to your friends? The Clave? I can not let you give away our location, after all this time that we have stayed hidden."

"Oh, I'm sure they will find out soon enough. They'll have no trouble, if I know them at all." Clary pointed out, smirking. They would find her. She knew they would.

Dante smiled wide, his gleaming teeth showing. "The optimism! The attitude! I love it! I wish I got you here sooner, curse that stupid demon."

Clary blinked. "Are you talking about the demon that possessed me?"

"Why, yes, I suppose it was that one. You see, my-" he cleared his throat, stopping himself from saying dear. "You have to believe me when I say that I never wanted that to happen to you. I merely sent a demon to retrieve you and bring you to me. Unfortunately, demons are idiots and somehow this one thought that I wanted it to possess you! And to think that it nearly killed you!" He threw his hands in the air. "Unfathomable! Needless to say, that's the last time I trust a demon with someone's life."

The last time? Clary thought, disturbed. He's done that before? Who is this person? She decided not to tell him about seeing Jonathan. It would probably make him even more crazy.

"Would you like anything? I want you to be as comfortable as you can here, Clarissa. I just rang for food and water, and another ice pack for your head."

"I would like to leave."

Dante laughed softly. "Must you ask for the only thing that I can't give you?" He reached for her hand, and Clary pulled away, her pulse quickening. She needed to get out of here. Now.

"I want you to leave." Clary said. She couldn't find a way to escape if he was here.

"I'm afraid I can't."

Clary sat straighter, growing angry. "You asked me what I wanted, and I gave you an answer. I want you to leave. Now."

He sighed and stood up, and walked towards the door. "You will need me soon, Clary. I'm the only one left who can help you. Oh, and I wouldn't try to escape if I were you. I have guards patrolling your room 24/7. They don't take too kindly to traitors." He turned the handle and locked it behind him. Clary was alone, left in the golden room.

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