Clary didn't dare move, nothing good would happen if she did. Instead she lay still, allowing the coolness of the stone beneath sink into her back, chilling her. She hurt everywhere. Her pale skin ripped to shreds, her once healing scars now torn open, all because of her father. All at once, Clary was no longer on the floor, the coolness no longer against her back. Now, she felt someone's arms going beneath her back and beneath her knees, lifting her up. Reflexively she tensed, expecting the worst. There was some talking, but Clary couldn't seem to focus on the words, except for two. "Valentine's Daughter." She hesitantly cracked her right eye open, as her left felt sewn shut, and glanced at the person carrying her. Slowly, she registered her sights. "I'm dead," she thought and she would've liked to be, "And this angel is carrying me." He was beautiful with golden hair that curled wildly. He had a long, nasty cut down his cheek and somehow reminded her of a lion. Beautiful and deadly. But where were his wings? And angels weren't deadly, were they? Behind him stood a raven-haired boy of equal beauty. Clary's eyelids drooped to close and the last thing she registered was the angel boy, carrying her to heaven and him whispering her name, her full name, than no one knew. She didn't have the energy to puzzle over it; instead she listened to the angel boy murmur, "Clarissa," before she slipped into unconsciousness.
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FanfictionClarissa Morgenstern is found in a cell beneath her father, Valentine Morgenstern's, house. Two Shadowhunters rescue her and she is whisked into the Institute where she meets the Lightwoods and Jace Herondale. Although Clary is coping with everyth...
