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A/N
Hey guys! You may have noticed that my name is no longer The Snickerdoodle Sorceress. It's now the Phoenix Angel. Why? Because, 1. I like this new name better, 2. Because I have a number of other things like Instagram that are all the Phoenix Angel and I thought why not. Hope you guys aren't mad; I am still the same person and writer after all! Anyway, keep reading Peeps!
-The Phoenix Angel
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Clary's POV
I sighed once Mitchell had left and listened to the obnoxiously loud footsteps of a guard coming closer. The barred door swung open and the guard grabbed my arm without warning. He twisted it in such a way and pain raced through it. I felt my eyes water but refused to cry out. I wasn't about to let some stupid demon get the better of me.
The guard forced me up the steps and down a long hallway. We made so many turns I started to wonder if we were walking in circles. I could've sworn I'd seen that same crack in the wall four times already.
After what felt like forever, we arrived at a room that looked as of it could be a human's office. A very regal looking desk sat in the middle of the room and a large, rectangular window made up the entire back wall. A stone fireplace was alight against the left wall, though I don't know why anyone who lived in this fiery place would need one.
A comfy looking chair behind the desk spun around to face the doorway, revealing the one and only, Azrael.
"Ah Clary! Come and sit love." He said, motioning to a chair on the right side of his desk.
The guards behind me exited and I heard a lock click. With a sigh, I headed to the chair and sat down. The soft cushions were a nice change from the rocky floor of my cell.
"So, love, how are you fairing?" Azrael asked, pouring me a glass of water.
I refused to take his charity and let the water sit on his desk. Condensation began to take hold and beads of water slid down the glass and puddled on the wooden desk.
"Well how would you feel if you were ripped away from your friends, family, and home by a bunch of psychopaths?" I sassed.
Azrael frowned.
"For such a young child you act quite mature." He said cooly.
"And for an adult, you're quite the moron." I said, a faint smirk creeping on to my lips.
Azrael didn't react to my comment but I could see the corner of his lip twitch in annoyance.
"Do you know why you're here, Clary?"
"Maybe because you demonic freaks want me dead?"
"Watch your tongue little girl."
"You watch your's." I sassed.
Azrael and I were having a stare down. He sat on the edge of his seat, arms folded on his desk, just glaring at me. I sat back in my chair with my arms crossed over my chest; the faintest smirk was once again visible on my lips.
"You're here to help us." Azrael said.
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are." He said through gritted teeth.
"Nope." I said, popping the 'p' and shaking my head.
Azrael stood up from the desk and walked over to the door. I smiled triumphantly as he exited. But then my smile faded as Sammy took his place; she wasn't alone.
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