City of Fallen Souls

Chapter 13

** Hey guys so just a note, I am going to start writing this in the 3rd person (omniscient) because it just makes more sense. So I am sorry if you are confused. (Also this chapter may get a little sad FYI)**

Jordan and Maia set out to the Praetor Lupus to see if Praetor Scott had any information on Jace's disappearance. They arrived on Long Island and got out of the car before either one of them noticed the eerie setting.

"Jordan," Maia said nervously, "Do you smell smoke?"

"Maia, turn around." Jordan responded in a hushed tone.

"Wh-" Maia stopped short. The place where the Praetor was supposed to stand was a bonfire, flames spiking up all over the hillside. Smoke was filling the air, ash piled up on the ground.

"What happened? Who could have done this?" Maia asked. A weak voice spoke out among the cinder, "Sebastian."

It was Praetor Scott, lying under a bush laying in a puddle of scarlet liquid. "He did this."

"Praetor Scott!" Jordan rushed over to the former head of the Praetor, " What did he do to you?"

"They burned down.... the Praetor. Left no... mercy. Burned the building.... with us in it." He was loosing consciousness by the second. "Stop.. him," His breaths turned into gasps. "Please." Slowly, his eyes turned blank, his body turned limp, as he let out his last breath.

"Should we give him the proper farewell? Av-" Maia started.

"Only for Shadowhunters. Come on, lets look for survivors." Jordan stalked away, his face set into a scowl.

Maia caught up to Jordan. "Sebastian needs to be stopped! This is gettiaroundng out of hand!"

"Well, if you are so enthusiastic about the topic then maybe you should be the one to put him to rest." Jordan snapped. "I-"

Jordan stopped with a start, hunching over. Maia saw that a tip of a silver sword was protruding from his chest. A ring of rich red formed around the sword, soaking up his shirt.

"JORDAN!" Maia screamed.

"Yeah, I don't think that is going to work for my schedule. Lets see, kill Shadowhunters, defeat them, rule the world. I don't see any room in here to battle silly werewolves."

Maia turned around. Sebastian was standing behind them, examining his nails. "Sebastian." Maia spoke in a tone that one would never use to speak to anyone they remotely liked.

Jordan had collapsed to the ground, the hilt of the sword still resting on his back. He was moaning and making inhumane noises.

Maia rushed up to Jordan. "Oh, Jordan! Its okay, you will be okay. Werewolves heal fast. You will be alright." Maia said frantically, pulling the sword from Jordan's chest.

"Yeah, no he won't," Sebastian said matter-of-factly, " That sword is encrusted with silver."

"How could you do this?" Maia's voice spoke of pure and utter hatred. "What did you want so badly that you had to go through all this trouble?"

"It is not what I wanted, but it is what I didn't want others to get." Sebastian replied."I will let you live, on 1 condition. You pass on a message for me."

"And what would that be? 'Hey I'm gonna try and kill you now, just a heads up'?" Maia asked.

"I was thinking something a little more in depth then that. Tell your little Shadowhunter friends that they shall surrender to me, or face mass extermination. I invision a world where buildings are made of bone and the streets are filled with canals of blood. I will do whatever I have to so that I can reach my well-deserved place as ruler. And if that means killing my own kind and building out of their remains, then I am willing to do so. They should fear me as if I were the only thing that could kill them, and believe me, I am fully capable. I have an army at my disposal, dare mess with me and I will charge on you headstrong. Do you understand?"

Maia nodded silently, a look of despair in her eyes. "I do, I will pass on you message."

"Good. Oh, you boyfriend is dead, by the way." With that, he spun on his heals and strode off down the hill.