Clockwork Demon (Infernal Devices Fan-fiction)

Chapter 23

//Will POV//

I have no idea how long I've been locked in this hell hole. There's no windows and it's not like the she demon is going to tell me. I haven't eaten since I was at the institute. My stomach is rumbling at the thought of food. Chicken. Chicken would be really good right now.

Really, Will? That's what you're thinking about? Chicken.

I must've really gone mad. I'm talking to myself. But, hey, it's only bad once you start answering.

The walls I'm shackled to are cold and slimy. The whole cell is dank and moldy. Rats skitter around the perimeter of the room. I don't really know how they got in considering there's no way in.

A cloud of smoke alerted me to Lilith's presence. I guess she's going to have daily beat-Will-up sessions.

"Oh, it's so nice for you to wake up, Mr. Herondale," Lilith sneers, brandishing a large knife.

There's a moment where Lilith is a blur and then she's back in her original spot. Blood pours out of a cut that appeared on my arm. My stele is long gone. Probably still in the Institute on the spot where I was transported from.

Black spots are starting to appear in the edges of my vision. There's another sting and blood trickles out of a wound across my chest. My shirt is far from clean. I can't even tell what its true color was. Lilith continues to berate my body with shallow cuts. I'm not crying, but salty tears are leaking out of my eyes.

The black spots in my vision took over. I welcomed the darkness.

//Charlotte POV!!//

After I had sent Tessa and Cecily to the safe house, I went to write some letters. Before Will had given himself to Marbas, he told me to send a message to his servants, to warn them they would not be back in a timely fashion.

I was in my study, revising the letters when Gabriel and Gideon Lightwood approached me.

"Consul Fairchild, if it is not too much of a burden, we would like to request to extend our stay here. We would help out around here and run errands at your command," Gideon said resignedly, as if I  was to say no.

"Of course, Mr. Lightwood. You may stay in the same room you occupied when you visited previously," I gave permission.

"Thank you, Consul." Gabriel bowed his head.

Bridget's voice wafted through the air, the tales of a morbid story being told through song.

I still wasn't used to not having a maid. Sophie had just ascended and I've had no time to appoint a new one.

The part of my mind that worries is becoming overwhelmed. Will was taken by a demon to only the Angel knows where. Tessa and Cecily have gone to some sort of safe house that I have no knowledge of. And there's no means of communication to any of them. How am I supposed to be a good Head of the Institute if I don't know where its inhabitants are.