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20 No Rest for the Wicked Soul: Idris - The Gard (Part Two)

CLARY'S POV

Snow falling inside the Gard cell, illuminates just how sad and lonely it is to be locked up in here. Looking through a small, fenced window, all I can see is the sun shed light on the surface of the ocean as The Gard prison was built on the side of top mountains.

I don't even know how long since it has been. I don't even know if Jace and Maddie are free now. Inquisitor Herondale wasn't the one who passed the verdict on my case for she is recovering at the Basilias — it was Consul Penhallow. Small hope in me was praying that somehow someone will save me from death sentence.

Creasing of the metal door opening was heard as two woman around my age entered my cell. One was holding a scrub and a bowl of water while the other hold orange jumpsuit for prisoners in death row. I stood up from the wooden bench and let them do what they're here for.

I winced as one rubbed my arms ruthlessly with hard bristles of the brush while the other, harshly pulled my hair, brushing it before braiding. After that, they change my clothes and led me down to where I was going to be executed.

An open field in the middle of the Gard were me and other inmates are gather waiting to be called. Guards here are different, they are wearing a full body armor — gloves, black tinted helmet.

"Every month, the Gard holds a culling of its death row inmates. Today, you all have been chosen." Consul Penhallow announced as I eyed a very familiar fellow inmate walking towards her, he was the one who chained us at the headquarters "Charles Freeman. You are guilty of colluding against the Clave with former Consul Malachi Dieudonné, and of killing twelve Clave soldiers and attemped kill of three Shadowhunters. Do you have any last words?"

"Long live the Circle." he spat. Fellow inmates behind me cheered loudly at his remark. Looking around, I noticed most of my companion here are Circle members.

"Turn and meet your fate." Consul Penhallow commands. Charles turns around "May the Angel have mercy."

A Silent brother hold his staff up pointing to him. The figure of the Angelic rune on top glows and he abruptly was set on fire. His screams and grunts echoed the field until his body turned into chunk of charcoal, before it fell down the ground. A guard opened the pit on the floor, before kicking the burnt body down the hole.

Oh my God...

"Trevor Hayes, ascend." Another man was escorted up the execution platform "You are guilty of violent assault on 13 mundanes..."

"Red?" I heard a familiar voice whisper behind me "Red? Is that you?" turning around I see Irish Rouse. The last time I saw her was in Max's Rune Party before Magnus sent her here "Relax. These cuffs suppress abilities of those with Demon blood. I couldn't hurt you if I wanted to, not that I would."

"I'm familiar with these cuffs." I sighed.

"I heard. That's how the Herondale princess supposedly died right?" she asked, mocking in her voice. I just stayed silent "Hence, I also heard what you did, stopping Valentine's Wish. You don't deserve this."

A louds scream echoed the field again. Watching the body burned into chunk of charcoal.

"No one does." I spat as I watched the guard pushed the burnt body down the pit "This is barbaric."

"Even the barbarians weren't this cruel. After everything I've done, this is how it ends... burned at the stake for not doing magic." Iris scoffed in disgust.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused by why would such thing made Consul Penhallow gave her execution order. Her crime was illegal breeding of Warlocks on mundane women, and the trick she played at the party.