Her Own Dark Angel

The Graymark Boy

~One week ago~
Jace was walking to the institute, it was raining and he had just returned from the Morgenstern house. He and Jocelyn did not speak of it. Jocelyn was just anxious to be with her husband and her son. Clarence Graymark was a small little boy who was a werewolf and only shared his eyes with his mother. Jace was glad. He couldn't stand to be by a boy who looked just like Clary. When Jace entered the library, he did not expect to see the scene before him.
Jonothan Morgenstern was standing grinning like a demon, at a cowering Clarence. Jace tried to step in, but a invisible force field shoved him back. Clarence's spectacles were smashed under the foot of his half-brother. Sebastian waved his finger at the boy, like a teacher scolding a student. "Tsk tsk tsk, little brother. So the bitch bred with the mutt. How fitting. Good thing you're a boy, and look nothing like my sister. Then I would be hesitant about disciplining my mother and angel boy. Now what's your name?" Clarence swallowed. "Clarence. Please don't hurt me!" His dark brown hair flopping over his green eyes, his freckled face full of fear. Sebastian's grin became sadistic. "Ah. My son's middle name is Clarence. Too bad. In my world, there can only be one Clarence. And that, my little brother, is not you. Thank Raziel that Clary doesn't want to know what I do when I'm gone. She'd be heartbroken. But, I am of course faithful.She never even knew about you.
I'd like to keep it that way. If she knew about you, she might feel compelled to leave me. I can't let that happen."
Jace screamed at Sebastian. "DON'T KILL HIM! Where's Clary?!" Sebastian smirked. "It's your punishment. After all, I can't let you think you can barge into my home, harass my family, and leave thinking your so great. And as for Clary, she's in our bed. I don't like worrying her so I'll make sure that my little brother's death will be swift."
Jace growled. Sebastian was purposely implying that he and Clary had sex. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER???!" Sebastian snickered. "I think you would know, Jace. You don't strike me as a boy who does not know what to do with a girl." After that Jace was trying so hard to break the barrier but couldn't.
Sebastian looked back at the cowering boy. He asked one question. "Does your mother care for you, love you?" It was a test. "Y-yes. She tells me everyday about how much she loves me. I'm named after my sister Clary. Mommy told me she died because of an evil boy." Sebastian's eyes darkened. "Does she kiss your forehead, tuck you in? Does she hug you and hold you and not flinch? Does she say she's proud of you? DOES SHE TELL YOU THAT SHE REGRETS NOT KILLING YOU IN THE CRIB?"
Sebastian was breathing hard. The boy slowly looked up at him. "She kisses me before bed, and she always tucks me in. She hugs me. But all mommys do that. Mommy never says stuff like killing me though."
Clarence failed his test. Jonothan Christopher Morgenstern's eyes turned cold and his face tightened. He sung sadistically, "May her last hopes be of seeing you in the afterlife, little brother. He raised phaeosporos and plunged it through Clarence James Graymark-Fairchild's chest.
Jace screamed. Clary will never get to know her little brother. A brother who was not tainted by Valentine or demons. All because of Sebastian's jealousy of his mother's love for his brother, jealous because his mother always hated him.
Sebastian crouched on his knees, pulled out the sword from the boy's chest, cleaned it, sheathed it, and said the parting words.

"Ave atque vale, Frater. "
Sebastian had his eyes closed for five minutes, then left with Jace cradling Clarence's head in his lap.
Jace's mind was finally freed from the flashback, but his eyes were wet. Jocelyn was still in her room. She won't talk to anybody, not even Luke. Just a bit of demon blood caused this.
Just a bit.