DISCONTINUED
The last episode just aired, but it's not the last chapter for me. This is the season no one gets to see... This is Season Four.
Follows after the events of 3x22
Started: May 7th, 2019
Ended: December 25th, 2020 (DISCONTINUED)
I do not...
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Chapter 29, A deal with the devil
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Just an FYI, my finger is sprained, so I can't really write. But, I'll try!
Clary had gone to Pandemonium after Raziel had left. She had dressed in a club-worthy black dress so that she would blend in. The Fairchild needed time to think, and clubbing seemed a good option. Maybe she could kill a few demons while she's at it.
Strobe lights, extremely loud techno music and the smell of sweat attacked her senses the second she put her heeled foot in the club. She had to blink a few times to adjust to the darkness of the club.
On her journey to the bar, she had to avoid stepping in beer and other questioning liquids. It made her nose crinkle in disgust. The smell of one of those puddles was absolutely revolting. At last, she reached the metal bar and hailed the bartender by raising her hand.
The barman, a man in his early 30s with black, shaggy hair and stubble, stood in front of her and gave her a sloppy grin. It wasn't one of those smiles that one of the more older men had given her.
"What do ya want?" The man asked over the loud music. Surprisingly enough, he did not have to shout. His voice alone was loud.
"Martini."
The bartender nodded lightly and got to work, mixing certain products together to create the drink. After a few minutes, the man presented her desired liquor. Clary gave him a ten-dollar bill.
"Keep the rest." She wanted to be generous. It's not like she needed it in the Shadow world.
Clary opted to sit on one of the silver barstools, making sure that her heels stayed put on her feet when she climbed on it. The redhead grabbed the glass and sipped on the alcohol, it burning down her throat.
