The Tale of a Morgenstern

A Palace of Bones and Dust

The Institute was small. It was nothing to the splendor of the Morgenstern Palace in Edom. But I suppose it was cozy, as my mother would have said. The man named Jace Herondale was peculiar. He reminded me of my father in a way. Except far more narcissistic and annoying. He pranced around the Institute corridors, acting like he was the king of the place. Let him have it. He can rule his little castle of dust and stone. Back home, I had a palace of ivory and silver. But I was not home anymore. I remembered Mother. Her kind face, a deep sadness hiding in her eyes. Her hair the color of blood. That was my favorite color. There was very few colors in Edom. There was red, black, and white. Any other colors were very rare to see. The only green that I saw was the green of my mother's eyes. Earth was very colorful. I could see why my father hated this place. My father was humorous in his own way. I loved him as he was my father and the only man I knew. My father said Earth was a horrible place. I could not help but wonder why my parents were so different. Yet my father loved my mother.
"This is the library. I'd like you to meet a shadow hunter who is currently residing in the Institute. Hello, Jocelyn." Jace greeted a middle aged woman. She had red hair, yet it was streaked with gray. She had green eyes. "Mother?" I couldn't help but blurt out. The woman spun around, alarm in her eyes. Her eyes widened when she saw me. I had very pale blonde hair like my father's, and dark brown eyes. Not black like my fathers, but I heard my grandfather Valentine had brown eyes like mine. "You look so much like him." Jocelyn whispered. "Like who?" I inquired softly. "Like my late husband. I am so sorry dear child." My eyebrows furrowed together. "Why?" I asked, confused. Valentine Morgenstern was a great man. "Because, sweet boy, my late husband was a horrible man." I pursed my lips. Jocelyn analyzed me very carefully. "Who are you young man?" She breathed out in wonder. I smiled dryly. "My name is Christopher Star." I replied. "Who are your parents?" She asked rather bluntly. "They are dead. But they were Cary and Nathan Star. They were nephilim." I told her smoothly. She frowned. "I am sorry for prying, Christopher. It's just that you remind me of someone." I raised an eyebrow. "May I ask whom?" She smiled sadly. "You speak very well for someone of your age, Christopher. You remind me of my son. But softer. I do not sense Jonathan's cruelty in you. But you speak just like him." I nodded. "I don't believe I ever met your son, Jocelyn. The only people I really knew growing up were my parents." I said. Jocelyn nodded. "Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern was very cruel. I am glad you never met him." She murmured. I sucked in a breath. Morgenstern. I knew Jocelyn was talking about my father. Father went by the name Sebastian, but I knew his real name was Jonathan. This woman... was my grandmother.
"It was nice meeting you Jocelyn." I murmured, before turning back to meet Jace. His face looked troubled. "Have a good day Jocelyn." He told her. Jocelyn did not loose at him. "You, Mr. Herondale, know that I will not. I have never been happy since she was left in that horrible place to rot." Jace looked heartbroken. "Trust me, I know. I can't sleep at night because she haunts my dreams. To think she's alone in that place with him of all people-" Jace stopped. He just sighed and then led me out of the room, launching into a story about the mortal cup and the great angel Raziel.
I tried not to roll my eyes. It was hilarious that nephilim worshipped an angel who is never there. Lilith was always very present during my life. I recalled the greater demon fondly. When mother and father were fighting (which was often) Lilith would take me to her temple, and let me see glimpses of earth. She showed me war, and she showed me peace. Of course I would return home and nearly get hit by a stone pillar. When my parents fought, it usually meant that the palace would have to be redecorated, or in some cases rebuilt. I remember when one fight they had was particularly ugly.
My father was angry one day. He and mother fought constantly about some "angel boy". Father would usually sneer at the nickname. "He is my son, Sebastian! I don't like the idea of you training him!" My mother would yell. My father would yell back; "He is my son too! I know you wish my blood didn't run through his veins, but it does! He will never be your angel boy Clarissa!" All was silent. Mother looked very pale. "I never said I wanted him to be like Jace." She sniffed. Father would just sneer quietly. "You didn't have to say anything Sister. I know. But you must face the facts. I am Stellan's father, not Jace. Jace would never want Stellan anyway. Angel boy could never love any son of mine." That's when mother started to cry.
   I look back at that moment still, from time to time. "Christopher!" A voice called out. Jace was in front of me, waving a hand in front of my face. "Yes?" I asked, my forehead creasing. "You kinda spaced out for a second there." He remarked, crossing his golden arms across his chest. "I am fine." I croaked. I tried to draw strength by thinking of my father. All powerful, strong, king of Edom. But all I saw was a sad lonely soul, broken from the inside.
Jace looked concerned. "It's OK kid. Everyone here is broken in our own way. Are you thinking about where you came from?" I knew I should stay closed off, but I found the presence of an ally of sorts with Jace a comforting thought. "Where I come from, is very different from here. There are no plants, or animals really. It is a wasteland. I didn't really grow up around anybody but my parents so meeting all these new people is really a shock for me." Jace nodded as if he understood. Jace introduced me to a woman named Isabelle. She was aesthetically pleasing, but she wasn't a Morgenstern. She would never understand me. She smiled at me and showed me my room. I tried to look in awe at the 'huge' room and all of its 'splendor '. This was nothing compared to my wing at the palace back home, but on Earth I was supposed to be an orphan, deserted and in need of a home. I sighed as I sat down on my bed. My parents warned me that Earth would be dangerous, but they never said that Earth was confusing. I missed home, but I needed to stay here long enough to grow up, then return home. I stood up and began to pace, not bothering to look. I bumped into something solid. I smelled cinnamon and martini. I looked up to find the face of my father. Black eyes narrowed.
"Get in to any trouble, son?"

Thank you so much guys! I think I will be continuing this story. This story isn't exactly clabastian, since the story is focused on Stellan/Christopher, but it is definitely implied sometimes. Please review or message me your thoughts of this story☺️