Chapter 5 (Jace's POV)

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I find myself wandering the streets, looking for something this apparently isn't supposed to be found. Ever since Alicante, I have been feeling very strange, like I am not myself anymore. I keep waking up with these horrible nightmares about me holding Clary in my arms while she is dying. And the worst part is that her death was my doing. The images of her are burned into the back of my eyelids, her tiny, birdlike body dead in my arms. Even weirder, Max came and visited me in a dream. He told me that he missed me and still looked up to me -- or better yet, looked down upon me. He wanted to give me a special mark with my blood, and how could I refuse to a little boy? So I did what he asked and he drew the mark on my chest. As soon as it was finished, it started burning with a uncontrollable passion. Max-- or what I thought to be Max-- started cackling and turned to something so evil-looking it could never be described. Then he just disappeared! after that I have had this weird red rune on my chest which seems to be control of my decisions lately. I don't know how this is happening, but it just is.

I find myself making my way to a place called The Church of Talto. It looks like an old, rundown chapel in the middle of the factorial section of New York. I recognize that name, Talto. I immediately remember what the name means when I walk inside. It is dusty, full of weathered-out pews and pedestals. There was something on the pedestal that made him recognize the name. A dead baby, but not just any baby, one who was injected with demon blood. Talto, another name for one of the oldest demons ever created. A Greater Demon. Lillith, Mother of Warlocks. 

I make my way towards the door when, all of a sudden, I hear a voice. A very familiar voice. It said, "Well if it isn't my favorite brother."

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