wicked game-jace wayland

Part 7

Jace and I walked through the large hallways, speaking while doing so. "Under here, Shadowhunters used to seek asylum from him but as you can see, we're the only ones. Without the mortal cup, we're a dying breed." he spoke. "Either you're born a Shadowhunter or you have to drink from the mortal cup." Jace said as we walked up to a beautiful but gruesome painting of an angel pouring their blood into a cup for soldiers to drink. "You coming?" the other man asked, "Pretty far from Brooklyn, isn't it." he leaned in the doorway "Stay away from Jace." he ordered and then walked away. I went back to where the men were and Jace opened the door and crossed his arms "You may find Hotch a little eccentric but he's one of the greatest Shadowhunters that's ever lived." Jace looked at me and then my shoulder "Here, give me that." he said as he took the towel from off of my shoulder and crossed his arms again. 

I turned around and nearly gasped at the beautiful sight of what looked like a museum inside of the Institute. "Be careful. The room depicts a broken heart as the most painful one." the other man said as I opened a book to reveal pictures of Luke and my mother. "She was one of the best." I heard a loud voice speak from above. "Your mom." he said and I looked up "But I don't understand why--" I started "Yesterday, you were...just a normal girl. Today, you feel as though your whole world has been turned upside down." Hotch spoke as he almost ran down the stairs. "There's only one thing you need to know." he walked over to me, smiling. "The stories you were told as a little girl, about monsters, and myths, legends whispered around campfires. They're all true." Hodge spoke and I looked at him while he talked. "Come with me, my child." he said as he began walking and I was quick to follow "As far as the legend goes, the crusaders summoned an angel. The angel Raziel. Raziel poured his blood into a cup, and those who drank from it became half-angel, half-human." Hodge spoke as we walked to a statue and I stared in awe.

"Shadowhunters. Right?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of the statue "Right, as did their children. And their children's children." Hodge nodded and I looked over at him "Beings of immense power are strong enough to store balance in the world. In a war against evil. But there can never be one, there must always be four." Hodge walked around to the other side of the statue "Demons don't die easily. But us, we remain." Hodge said, "But why can't you just use the cup to create more Shadowhunters?" I questioned and Hodge just stared at me "Valentine's exact words. They were the keepers of the cup. They were afraid of its power. Hardly anyone who drank from it survived. Valentine Morganstern drew a close group of friends together, the other Shadowhunters, to help him steal the mortal cup from the Clave. But he didn't want to protect humanity...he believed there needed to be an evolution of Shadowhunters. Something more powerful. He began experimenting, using the mortal cup. He learned how to summon demons. He even injected himself with demon blood so he could control them. He wanted to rule. Your mother wanted to prevent that so she stole the cup and vanished into thin air." Hodge told me. "But if she's the only one who knows where the cup is then--"

"Maybe she isn't. Maybe she told someone else. Someone who doesn't know she knows." Hodge walked closer to me. As thoughts skyrocketed through my head, Jace opened the large door a looked at Hodge and me "The Silent Brothers are ready for her." he spoke. He tilted his head, signaling for me to follow him. We walked out of the Institute and through a cemetery. "Why didn't Hodge come with us?" I questioned Jace. "He hasn't left the Institute in years, some say it's a spell." Jace told me. "No, no, it's not a spell." I shook my head "What is it then?" Jace asked "He's agoraphobic." I spoke as we stepped up onto some cement stairs and turned around "Hm." Jace nodded "Is that him?" I asked while looking at an older man "No, that's Harold, the groundskeeper. That's him." Jace spoke and a man wearing a brown cloak began walking toward us.

I looked a3t the man then up at Jace with anxiety plastered all over my face. The man had no eyes and his mouth was sewn shut. I watched as he walked up the stairs and behind us. I slowly turned around to face him. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" he leaned in closer to me and a voice asked me the question. I looked at Jace, seeking answers, and then back up at the Silent Brother. I nodded quickly. "I will help you to remember." he spoke and turned around, opening a gate. Jace walked up the stairs and I watched for a second before snapping out of it and walking behind them both. We walked through tunnels and stairways. I slipped and gasped but was shushed by Jace who grabbed my arm and held me upright "Sh. You'll wake the dead." he said and we began walking again "I can't believe this whole place is just by South Pacific."I said while walking through an open gate. The Silent Brother, now with eyes and no stitches, closed the gate behind me and I walked over to Jace, looking down at the ground. "Welcome to the City of Bones." he spoke.