Her Own Dark Angel

Epilogue

~Seven Years Later, in some village in Idris~
"Mother! Look what I drew!" A pale boy who looked like an odd version of a china doll showed his mother a drawing of a symbol. He had hair the color of pure ivory, eyes like obsidian, and had a striking resemblence to his late father.
This boy was- "Jonathan Christopher what rune is this?" The boy looked coyly at his mother. "It is a ummm..." "Answer me!" He looked away mumbling. "Uh it may be a rune for, you know umm death?" Clarissa Morgenstern was furious. It seemed her son had her talents, and all his father's looks. "He looked at her eyes sparkling strangely. He gave her a dazzling smile. "Mother it is just a simple silly rune, really-"
Clary sighed. It seems, along with looks, her son may have also inherited his father's charm and persuasiveness. Well, anything that reminded her of Sebastian made her sad and happy. Sebastian may have died, but he at least left her with his son.
She just patted him on the cheek and went back to her bedroom. Her silver mourning cuffs clinked together. Clary has been wearing white since Sebastian died. She even got a nickname in the village of Idrisians. "The Widow" Came from all her white clothes and runes of mourning after years. Her other children were away doing practice.
Lucian, Valentine, and Simone were all perched on the roof of the roof of the New York Institute. Simone now at sixteen, looked very much like her mother. Valentine just happened to fill out in puberty, and got his grandfather's large, muscular, but strangely agile frame.
His face was all sharp angles, with a strong jaw. Lucian got his father's cat-like build, with his mother's eyes. He had a bit more softer features. Simone would have looked like her mother if it hadn't been for the silver half-mask that covered the part of her face that got burned with heavenly fire. It never healed. A simple black eye patch covered her left eye.
A swirling black tattoo ran along her left arm that spoke of grief, loss, death, revenge and victory. Young Jonathan was behind his siblings. "What are you guys doing?" He asked them. They never go to New York.
"Well, young brother, we have suffered and endured so much. Did you know you're the spitting image of our father? An amazing man, he was. A genius! BUT HE DIES! All because some dim wit couldn't stand the thought of being killed! AND MY FACE PAYED HALF THE PRICE! Though, I have learned my lesson to not be rash. I have been planning for years..."
Jonathan looked at his sister curiously. "And what is that sister Simone?" She laughed.
"Isn't it obvious? To talk to Jace Herondale, kill him, and bring back father, to life, to US."

I can't believe this is done. I'm now sniffling now. I am so happy though that so many people have read my story! I honestly wrote it because there were not enough Clabastian fanfics out there and so few with the pregnancy plot. So to all my Clabastian shippers out there! Please comment if you want a sequel and if so what ideas you have for it. I am also going to work on a piece that is completely different first. Its gonna be about what if in City of Bones, instead of going to Jace, Valentine goes to Clary? What happens when Clary decides she felt too betrayed by Jocelyn and decides to join her father. She discovers her real brother, Jonathan. Thanks so much to:
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I'll be back!