City of Heavenly Fire Fanfiction

ch.1-Jace's ancestor

This is set after City of Lost Souls, so Jonathon (Sebastian) is dead, or so they think. But Jace did wake up glowing, can they find a cure, and will Jace and Clary finally be able to be together safely?

The start of this is the ending of City of Lost Souls, so it’s not mine- all Cassandra Clare’s- this is just a reminder…. But after that it’s all mine!!!

 

          The inside of the Institute had been cool in the summer, but now, with winter well and truly here, Clary thought it was warm. The nave was bright with rows of candelabras, and the stained glass windows glowed softly. She let the front door swing shut behind her and headed for the elevator. She was halfway up the centre aisle when she heard someone laughing.

            She turned. Isabelle was sitting in one of the old pews, her long legs slung over the back of the seats in front of her. She wore boots that hit her mid-thigh, slim jeans, and a red sweater that left one shoulder bare. Her skin was traced with black designs; Clary remembered what Sebastian had said about not liking it when women disfigured their skin with Marks, and shivered inside.

“Didn’t you hear me saying your name?”Izzy demanded. “You really can be astonishingly single-minded.”

            Clary stopped and leaned against a pew. “I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose.”

            Isabelle swung her legs down and stood up. The heels on her boots were high, making her tower over Clary. “Oh, I know. That’s why I said ‘single-minded,’ not ‘rude.’”

            “Are you here to tell me to go away?” Clary was pleased by the fact that her voice didn’t shake. She wanted to see Jace. She wanted to see him more than anything else. But after what she’d been through this past month, she knew that he was alive, and that he was himself. Everything else was secondary.

            “No,” Izzy said, and started moving towards the elevator. Clary fell into step beside her. “I think the whole thing is ridiculous. You saved his life.”

            Clary swallowed against the cold feeling in her throat. Then to change the subject she asked; “Why did you come down?”

“Because I thought there were a few other things you should know.” Isabelle said plainly, no emotion attached to what she was saying.

            Clary listened for the familiar creak, rattle, and groan of the old cage elevator. “Like?”

“My dad’s back,” Isabelle said, not meeting Clary’s eyes.

            “Back for a visit, or back for good?”

“For good.” Isabelle sounded calm, but Clary remembered how hurt she had been when they’d found out Robert had been trying for the Inquisitor position.

“Basically, Aline and Helen saved us from getting in real trouble for what happened in Ireland. When we came to help you, we did it without telling the Clave. My mom was sure that if we told them they’d send fighters to kill Jace. She couldn’t do it. I mean this is our family.”

            The elevator arrived with a rattle and a crash before Clary could say anything. She followed the other girl inside, fighting the strange urge to give Isabelle a hug. She doubted Izzy would like it.

“So Aline told the Consul- who is, after all, her mother- that there hadn’t been any time to notify the Clave, that she’d been left behind with strict orders to call Jia, but there’d been some malfunction with the telephones and it hadn’t worked. Basically, she lied her butt off. Anyway, that’s our story, and we’re sticking to it. I don’t think Jia believed her, but it doesn’t matter; it’s not like Jia wants to punish Mom. She just had to have some kind of story she could grab on to so she didn’t have to sanction us. After all, it’s not like the operation was a disaster. We went in, got Jace out, killed most of the dark Nemphilim, and got Sebastian on the run.”