TMI future

Sebastian?

Jace pulled out his sword. He would have liked to have a good old dagger, but right now, a sword was all he had.
A fearie fell beside him with a horribly high-pitched scream. There were so many of them! But the Clave had more warriors. And they had Jace.
While turning around to face an over-enthusiastic little fearie warrior that kept taunting him by jumping and singing around, Jace saw a flash of white blond head. The guy who it belonged to smiled. Jace froze. The guy looked so much like Sebastian.
So, when the guy turned his head and walked away, Jace followed him. He was headed to the dark forest, where pixies and goblins were the only population.
-Who are you?
-Well Jace, I understand you're older now but I must ask : have you gone blind ?
-No. It's just impossible...
-Well, am I not here?
-No, you can't. It's... It's...
Jace's voice was shaking.
-Sebastian.
That voice, which the two of them had recognized, was just behind Jace.
Jace turned to see Alec. His bow was up, and an arrow was prepared. His face was white, a little pearl of sweat formed at the bottom of his right eyebrow and his hands were shaking.
But his voice was steady when he said;
-You are dead. I saw you. She killed you.
-Clary? Yeah, well, I sure as hell don't look dead, do I? But, speaking of my sister, where is she?
Jace shook his head. There was no way he would tell this monster. Sebastian had an obsession, Clary.
Alec chose carefully his words.
-She is with her family.
-She has a family. She has me, Sebastien said, a cold rage flooding his face. I am going to find her. And she will finally realize she belongs with me.
-You're sick.
As soon as Jace let those words out, Alec let an arrow fly. It buried itself in the arm of Sebastian, making him even more angry, if that's possible.
Jace threw his body forward and in a quick movement, made a cut in Sebastian's leg. A tiny cut.
Sebastian smirked.
-You have no weapon to kill me, you amateurs. Lilith makes me invincible.
-Well, that's the problem. Lilith doesn't exist anymore.
-How...
-The Clave took care of it.

Clary's pov

Clary looked at her boy. Stephen. He was now five, a year older than Amy.
His blond hair was short and curly. His green eyes were exactly like... Jonathan's. Clary closed her eyes for a second, reliving the moment when she killed her own brother. That moment had haunted her ever since. And god she missed her brother. Not his evil self, of course. Her real brother. She received a splash of green paint on her face. Her eyes flickered towards her child. Stephen was drawing a duck. Clary couldn't help but laugh. Jace would be mad.

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