We are the last ones

Part 1

these characters belong to Cassandra Clare.

What is the difference between creating and destroying? Both are born from nothing, and both end into nothing. Are they, after all, so unconcievably different? No. So, are love and hate all that different? They are both born from nothing and end, suprisingly, into nothing. Hate and love are the two faces of the same coin, both are unpredictable as they twist and turn, and both cannot exist without the other one. For hate to be there, there must be love. And for love to be there, there must be hate.

Of this, Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern was sure. He was also convinced that he would one day rule the world and watch it burn at his feet. He was also deeply sure of the love (or hate?) he felt for his sister: Clarissa Adele Morgenstern. He was also sure, and that provoked him raw anger, of the love his sister felt for his brother in arms, Jace Herondale.

That anger erupted now in his veins, the anger of the caos-beings, mixed with the one of the soldiers of heaven. His neck jerked to one side as he imagined torturing Jace to the point of rupture. His body shook, then he clenched his fist and gripped the counter with both hands.

"Sebastian?" Jace's eyes were flicking from one angle of his body to the other, assessing his condition.

Sebastian took his wine glass and held it high over his head, "To Clarissa," he said.

Jace nodded and clincked his glass to his, " To Clary."

Then they both stood up as Sebastian twisted the ring on his middle finger, making them both disappear.