Chapter 1

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Jocelyn dodged a random blow as she ran for the stair case. But before she could take one step up, she froze. She had been expecting it, but it still made her take in a sharp breath. There he was. Valentine. The man she had once loved- had once been fooled by. Now, at the top if the stairs, fighting Luke, she could finally see him completely for what he really was. A maniac. A monster.

She could see him talking to Luke, and from the sneer on Valentine's face, she knew it was horrible things. Valentine despised downworlders, and ever since Luke had been bitten, Luke had been regarded as a filthy flea bag.

They had once been best friends, Valentine and Luke, until a lycanthrope had bit Luke one day when they had been hunting.
Valentine had then given him a silver dagger and told him to kill himself. Valentine had just left him to it and then told Jocelyn he was dead. Only because of a warlock had she found out otherwise. Together they had plotted against her husband Valentine, for this very event... the Uprising.

Reluctantly unfreezing, she rushed up the stairs, "Valentine, stop! This is Luke, your friend, almost your brother-" She started, but was cut off as Valentine grabbed her and quickly put a blade to her throat, threateningly , still facing Luke.

Luke glancing at Jocelyn, let his sword fall to the ground with a clang.
"You've always wanted her." Valentine hissed, "And now you have plotted my betrayal together. You will regret what you have done, all the rest of your lives." He ripped Jocelyn's neckless from her throat and threw it at Luke. Luke howled in pain as the silver chain burned him.

Valentine had let go of her and shoved her toward Luke before disappearing.
Jocelyn quickly picked herself up off the ground as Luke cast the silver chain away from him. He had smoke coming off him from where the chain had touched him, he winced as he straitened up. Jocelyn started toward him, "Luke, are you o-"

She was cut off once again as he waved his hand dismissively, "I'm fine, I'm already healing." Jocelyn gave a nod. She kept forgetting that Luke's werewolf powers healed him. She looked around. Most of the fighting had dissolved, she could just make out Robert and Mayrse Lightwood running from the scene along with other Circle members.

Something bothered her though... 'you will regret what you have done, all the rest of your lives.' Valentine was about to do something horrible. 'But what?' She thought. Then it dawned on her. The house. Jonathan. Her parents.

Then she was running, faster than she knew she could down the stairs and out the door. She swiftly readied her horse and swung onto the saddle.

"Jocelyn!" She heard Luke call behind her.

"The manor." It was all she could muster before she dug her heels into the horses side and sped off.

As she rode towards the house she saw smoke in the distance. Jocelyn pushed the horse harder, but by the time she got there, it was too late.

She slide off her exhausted horse and walked slowly towards the ruins. Jocelyn knelt were the door steps had been. Every thing was ash. All except bits of walls and the charred bones of a small child and four adults.

Demon fire. There was no other way Valentine could have worked so quickly.

Her mother and father. They were dead. Along with her son.

Admittedly, she had feared her son. Valentine had fed her demon blood when she was pregnant with him. It had caused her child to become something very inhuman.

She raised her hand to her face, and was surprised when it came back wet with tears.

Valentine had destroyed everything. He had killed innocent downworlders, he had ruined her sons chance to have a half way decent life. And lastly he had destroyed the manor along with its inhabitants.

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