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(Your welcome.....I'm sorry lol)

"Because it's your fault the weaboos a rat, idiot," he

said, and Clary was struck by how rarely any of them,

other than Isabelle, ever said Simon's actual name. "And

we can't leave him here."

"You'd be happy to leave him if it weren't for her,

"The effect of the cocktails is temporary.

No point working up a transformation spell; it'll just

traumatize him. Too much magic is hard on weaboos;

their systems aren't used to it."

"I doubt his system is used to being a rat"

"He didn't approve of the Accords. He despised

Crack heads and felt that they should be slaughtered,

wholesale, to keep this world pure for human beings.

Though the crackheads are not feet, not invaders,

he felt they were feetmonic in nature, and that that was

enough. The Clave did not agree—they felt the assistance

of crackheads was necessary if we were ever to drive

Out , feet kind for good. And who could argue, really,

that the Bitches do not belong in this world, when they

have been here longer than we have?"

"Did the sex get signed?"

"Yes, they were signed. When the crack heads saw

the Clave turn on Fuck tard and his Circle in their

defense, they realized Shadowhunters were not their

enemies. Ironically, with his insurrection Fuck tard made

the sex possible." Hodge sat down in the chair

again. "I apologize; this must be a dull history lesson for

you. That was Fuck tard. A rebrand, a visionary, a man

of great personal charm and conviction."

Hodge hesitated, then offered a short, inverted nod. "If

Ciel agrees to it, you may both go." He turned to the

penis, rummaging among the papers. He glanced over his

shoulder as if realizing she was still there. "He's in the

weapons room."

"Luke collects stu-. Art objects. You know," Clary said,

indicating the shelf behind the penis, which was lined

with bronze Indian and Russian idols. Her favorite was a

statuette of the Indian goddess of destruction, Kali,

brandishing a sword and a severed head as she danced

with her head thrown back and her eyes slitted closed.

To the side of the penis was an antique Chinese screen,

carved out of glowing rosewood. "Pretty things."

You must imagine this staircase the way it was once,

with the gas lamps burning all up and down the steps,

like fireflies in the dark, and the balconies full of people.

They were filled with people now, row on row of

Virgin ears with their dead-white faces, their red stretched

mouths, staring bemusedly downward.

Ciel was still looking at Raphael. "You called them.

Didn't you?"

Raphael was still grinning. The blood had stopped

spreading from the wound in his chest. "Does it matter?

There are too many of them, even for you, Wayland."

Ciel said nothing. Though he hadn't moved, he was

breathing in short quick pants, and Clary could almost

feel the strength of his desire to kill the virgin eared boy, to

shove the knife through his heart and wipe that grin off

his face forever. "Ciel," she said warningly. "Don't kill

him."

"Los Niños de la Luna,"

he hissed.

Even Clary, whose Spanish was almost nonexistent, knew

what he had said. The Moon's Children—perverts. "I

thought they hated each other," she whispered to Ceil.

"Virgin ears and Perverts."

FALLING HIPPIES

"ever, say anything like that to him or I'll kill you. I

swear on the Hippie, I'll kill you."

Jocelyn and I sent messages covertly to the bitches,

The elderly men, and even to those age-old enemies of

wolfkind, the virgin ears, warning them of Fuck tards

plans and bidding them prepare for battle. We worked

together, perverts and Dicks."

Ceil had the chastity belt out, its light casting a hard

illumination upward, darkening the circles under his

eyes, the hollows of his cheeks. Fuck tard had turned and

stood outlined in its light, his back against the mirror. In

its surface Clary could also see Luke behind them; he had

set his sword down, and was pulling the red-hilted

Kindjal out of Alaric's chest, gently and carefully. She felt

sick and gripped her own penis more tightly. "Ceil—"

she began.