Mortal Instruments 1. Chapter 1:Missing Angel

**Hello, **

**This is my Mortal Instruments FanFiction, Missing Angels.**

**The plot has been dancing around my head for weeks. It was dancing the quick step! :) **

**My idea originated from thinking what if Clary was half demon and half angel. More angel than demon? And what if she was missing and very powerful? And it went from there. **

**A helpful tip: Emielziela is pronounced Em-me-zee-ella. And Azasarella is As-ar-re-ella. :) **

**Disclaimer: I will never own Mortal Instruments the talented Cassandra Clare does. No matter how much I love her books. (I only do one disclaimer per story. I'm very forgetful!)**

**Chapter 1: Missing Angel**

My name is Clarissa to some people. To others it's Clary. But my real name is Azasarella. I'm the daughter of Emielziela an Angel and Asmodeus a demon who happens to be a Prince Of Hell. So that mean I'm a Demon-Angel hybrid. Two species who loathe each other have something in common. ME! When I turned one thousand. I had a party. As you do. All my friends and family came. They were all angels. None of my demon relatives are allowed to see me and I never got to meet them. Guess I'm unwanted in the demon realm. During the party, I was allowed to leave. I needed some air.

I sat on my favourite cloud, spread open my wings. I got bored of sitting. After that I remember nothing. Apart from a few hours later I was captured. I never returned home. My mother and my over protective uncle, Raziel probably were very scared, angry and uncontrollable. They let me leave. No one to protect me. I'm the angel of Happiness, pure happiness. Whenever I see sadness. I have to set it right. With my special angel magic, I make sure it turns happy. That's my duty.

Since I never returned I got some adopted brother and sister. Jonathan and Eliza. My adopted parents were Jocelyn and Valentine Morgenstern. They gave me a new name. Well. It was really Valentine. He wanted a test subject. Something out of this world. Why not try a demon. Oh wait he had a demon son. I just had to fly at that exact minute. I'm so stupid. I'm very high up in angel royalty. I'm a princess. I needed protection. Bodyguards or something. Or that's what my mother told me. I just chose to believe her.

Clarrisa Adele Morgenstern. I hated the name. He wanted to experiment on a non-human creature. Why not demons? Valentine has a demon son. Why not pick him? I had to take a breather from my party. He just had to pick me! Fate obviously meant me to be his test subject. I had to fall out of the bloody sky. At the exact minute.

When I didn't do as he wanted me to. He tortured me. So I would do "The right ways" but their Valentine's wrong ways of life. Not the right ways. He whipped me with a whip brandished with demon blood. Not knowing I was half demon. Even to this day. I have the scars. Weirdly, it should effect me. But it did. Valentine hid me away like a sore thumb. Never letting me see sunlight.

For the first few weeks of me being on earth. Valentine locked me in his underground "prison" as I called it. I was my prison. There was no better word to describe it. Valentine had dug it out. Just to lock me away. Or his "test subject". I didn't meet the rest of his family until the two weeks of torture were over. They may have known about me before meeting me. My screams were very loud...

Valentine forced me to drink from the Mortal Cup he stole from Raziel himself. My poor uncle! He didn't deserve it. The blood tasted disgusting. No offense Raziel. Well this what happened.

Valentine asked me to drink it.

Then he started to whip me.

Then after 10 minutes of painful torture.

He asked me again.

This repeated for ten times.

Then he grabbed me by my precious long frizzy red hair.

And forced down Raziel's blood down my throw giving me extra Shadowhunter powers which I already had.

I had to lock away my demon secret. So I will not die. If Clave finds out I'm half demon they'll kill me because I could be a threat. But the only other demon I've met is Jonathan. He wasn't dangerous at the time I first met him. He was very nice and a great big adoptive brother. I was an only child. I never knew about sibling love. If the Clave finds out. They will kill me. The worst possible way. As soon as they find out, they will kill me the second after. I'm so afraid.

I don't look it. I don't look half angel, half demon. I have long frizzy red hair. I have sparking emerald eyes. I am very short. Jonathan teased me for being short. It's not my fault I'm small. If I wanted to look like a demon I would have to show my tree like horns. They grew naturally. I have pure paper white angel wings. Since I'm a hybrid, I have horns to show I'm a demon and wings because I'm an angel. I have never heard of another demon-angel hybrid before. I guess I'm alone on being different. I am proud to be different. I stand out from the rest of the Shadowhunters. They are all so same, in and out routine. Never changing. I change my routine daily. I never know what's happening. Always changing. I'm different from the them and I am proud. *I was captured a thousand years ago. I am two thousand years old. And wanting revenge on those have hurt me. There are many. I am very old and very powerful. I am indestructible.

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	2. Chapter 2: Missing Fate

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**WARNING: This chapter contains gruesome details. Do not read if you do not like this kind of thing! :) **

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Chapter 2 Missing Fate 

Idris. Beautiful. Especially in the autumn time. The golden leaves falling elegantly down to the stone floor of the silent forest. The sounds of the forests animals scurrying across the forests floor were very quiet. Only at times when no one's around you can hear them. The faintest sounds of the forest were peaceful. I loved the forests in Idris.

Except I wasn't there. I was in New York. The big Apple as the Americans call it. The busy streets were crowded. The hum of the New Yorkers running around, buying expensive clothing items when they didn't need them and the constant yelling of "TAXI" but the taxi they wanted carried on without a care in the world. New York was the opposite of Idris. It was busy, crowded, dirty and unpleasant. I hated New York. There was no quite street in New York, yet every street in Idris was quite. But there was no busy street in Idris and they were everywhere in New York. I despise New York.

Wandering around the crappy streets of my nightmare. (A.K.A New York.) I realized I needed a place to stay. Hotels. No, too expensive. My own house. I have no money. Institute. Hmmmm... . But I call it: The Shadowhunter's hotel. Not the hotel for half angel half demon Shadowhunters.

I think Shadowhunters are arrogant. They rule over the Downworlders with superiority. Without knowing Downworlders have feelings and consciences (well some do. Sorry vampires). I think they shouldn't be so harsh and kill them for no reason. Valentine and his bloody circle. Murdering. Slaughtering. Assassinating. Executing. Destroying. Butchering. Beheading. Exterminating. Lynching. Abolishing. Defeating. Eliminating. Eradicating. Things that shouldn't happen to defenceless Downworlders. Well that's just my point of view.

I don't like institutes. There full of history. About my family. And me. I don't want people to find out about me. Or ill be eliminated. Just because I'm part demon. Like Downworlders. Shadowhunters don't like things to be evil. So they kill it. No questions. Just the blade hitting the demons head with such a force, it knocks the head of the body. With all the blood and guts spilling out at every angle.

The Downworlders of new York was very hard to find. Except from the vampires. 'Hotel Dumort' Hotel of Death. Even mundanes could probably figure it out. No they can't. Their probably too stupid. The mundane visual memory average is 62%. Angels is 100%, we're very intelligent. The most intelligent race there is. Shadowhunters average visual memory is 90%. Their half angel.

To pass the time, I should hunt demons. I want to know where the primary spot for demons to be is. I cover myself with glamours and invisible runes, which I created. I grabbed my signature weapon. My strong bow and arrows. The arrow head are made with electrum, which is poisonous to demons. Especially if it goes right through their heart. Which always happens. I have the best aim I could wish for.

My bow was made with oak wood. I had created a rune to give it infinite strength and power. In other words, it means it will last forever and not crack due to my powerful strength. The wood was grown in the forest of Idris. When it was founded by Raziel in the time of Jonathan Shadowhunter.

My arrows are made out of oak wood too. With hooks on the end so they attach to bow so I shoot them at the target or demon. I attached some feathers on the arrows so they fly gracefully. Or I did I attach then for decoration? Anyway they look nice and suit the arrows. The arrow heads are in the shape of triangles. They give much more damage than any other shape.

I just walking around a corner New York. Probably never walked down. I saw a blue haired human. A demon who disguised himself as a human. I jumped on the building to the left. Probably it was a office block. Mundane working. Ohh they work. Finally. Finally something useful. I grabbed my bow and an arrow. I aimed it at the demon. And it flew at the stunned dying demon. It was a greater demon. Dead. A nice and stress-free kill. No mess and hassle. My arrow fell to the ground. Since the demon was gone, I still needed the arrow. I jumped lazily off the building. And picked it up.

My super angel hearing heard some Shadowhunters. Killing a demon. I hid all my angel and demon features and my weapons. I didn't want them to notice me. I used my angel powers to hide all my intricate black swirly runes on my pale freckled skin. My horns and wings disappeared. I looked around the corner. I saw them. The residents of the New York Institute. They saw me looking at them. They walked over. Like they were confused. Confused because I could see them. I glanced down at myself. I looked mundane-ish.

Three Shadowhunters. Coming towards me. One had long black raven type hair who carried an electrum whip. She was tall and elegant. Another who looked similar to the girl had sea blue eyes who carried a bow and arrows. Like me. The other one looked nothing like the others. He had blond hair which looked like a halo. Was he a fellow angel? I should know. My stupid mind. Playing tricks. Anyway he is not an angel but he carried two seraph blades. One in each hand.

"Who are you?" The blond one asked

"Az-Clary." I stuttered "Clary Fray"

I hope they didn't realize my mistake. Or know who Azasarella really is...

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	3. Chapter 3: Missing Story

**Hello, here is chapter 3. **

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Chapter 3: Missing Story

"Clary Fray." The blond one mused "How can a mundie see us?"

"She is standing right there. Ask her." The tall one said.

"Whats a mundie?" I asked. I knew what a mundie was but I looked like a mundane so I had to keep up the facade.

"You" Blondie said dragging out the word like I was stupid. "She has seen us. We need to take her to Hodge" The blue eyes one said cautiously

"We can't bring a mundie in the institute. It's against the accords." He said "Huh?" I asked

"She is definitely a mundane" he muttered

"I can hear you. I'm not deaf." I said, but they carried on arguing like I wasn't there.

"How come she can see us when we have glamours on? She is probably never introduced to the shadow world and brought up as a mundane." The girl with raven hair argued

"Stop arguing like idiots and let's get her to the Institute so Hodge can talk to her." The sensible blue eyed one said.

I'm freaking out. What if I can't get in? I'm half demon. But then I'm half Angel. I am a Shadowhunter though, I kill demons... If I can't get in, I will have to explain myself which means revealing myself. They'll turn me into the Clave. The Clave will turn me into Raziel. I'm doomed.

They finally stopped arguing. Few.

"Mundie, follow us" he said sternly.

"What if I don't want to?" I challenged

"I'll drag you by your long red hair" the blond one threatened. "Jace. Don't be mean to the poor girl, she is probably frightened of you" she said.

So that's his name. Jace. I've never heard of that name before.

"I'm Isabelle" she said "That's Jace" she pointed to him

"Isabelle I can introduce myself, I'm not stupid" Jace said harshly

"You were not going to introduce yourself any time soon, so I sped up the process." Her voice sounded like snakes waiting to pounce

"Fine" Jace muttered

"Carrying on from when I was rudely interrupted.." Isabelle paused to shot daggers at Jace as he obliviously carried on walking. "This Alec, he is my brother" Isabelle said pointing to her blue eyed brother. The three Shadowhunters were kind to take me in. But letting me speak to Hodge, who seemed to be in charge of running the institute, they spoke very highly of him. Letting an unknown mundane into hallowed grounds, was very dangerous, but I am no mundane. I am a missing half angel, half demon.

We barely were 2 blocks away from where we met. They walked slow for my purpose, but I could walk as fast as they could sprint. They seemed like they wanted to move faster but they walked slow. Mundanes didn't steal a glance. We all had glamours on. I glanced down at my freckled skin. Luckily, my own rune glamours were still up. Rune glamours hide a Shadowhunter's runes. Only people that the Shadowhunter wants to see their runes, will see them. It's a fool proof plan. I'm a genius.

The institute wasn't far away. Isabelle pushed through to to the gate. She unlocked it.

"This is too dangerous... if the Clave finds out" Alec mutters

"She will only be here for a day." Jace said firmly

"What about the day after that?" Alec questioned

"She will have to find somewhere to stay" Jace said

"We will cross that bridge when we get there" Throw me out onto the streets? They didn't say it. But that is what they were implying! I know I have no where to go. Ill have to fess up one day. Not now. I will always put of telling the truth about me. About my name. About my history. About who I really am.

They led me into the institute. It had a statue of Raziel on the outside. Like he was watching over us. Creepy or what? We went down a maze of corridors leading all over the institute. To Raziel knows where in this labyrinth of an Institute. After walking in the institute for about a minute. They stopped.

"Hodge will want to see you alone" Isabelle said "He is one of the greatest Shadowhunters that lives"

Isabelle pushed open a tall door which lead into a library. It had books which were stored right up to the ceiling. At the back of the room was another statue of my dearest uncle, Raziel. His portrait is hung every where in the institute! Anyway. There were stain glass windows with runes and angels on. Hopefully I wasn't on there. Pillars which stood tall decorated the room. Desks were scattered around the room with books that intricately described Shadowhunter's history, demonology and weaponry. Lamps were the main source of light, the stain glass windows didn't seem to let much light in. The floor was decorated with swirling runes.

"You must be Clary." A voice said

"Yes." I answered

"I'm Hodge" he said. Then an old-looking man appeared. His runes were clearly unused and dulled down. His blond hair had streaks of grey appearing. He was dressed in a black suit. He walked out of the shadows.

"Hello" he said "Shadowhunter's were founded by an angel Raziel. It all began a thousand years ago" I knew all of this but it was nice to hear it all the same. Even if the story bored me. It took all my strength not_to fall asleep. *"Jonathan Shadowhunter raised an angel because he wanted the world to be rid of all the evil he called demons. Raziel was the angel that gave him and some men Jonathan though would make fine warriors. Warriors to defend the world from evil and kill the demons that want to wreck havoc on earth." Hodge said. He didn't seem seem to be tired. He just kept on talking, not needing to stop and take a breath "The chosen men were half angel half human. They called themselves: Shadowhunters."

"Wow." I breathed. Pretending to not know this was easy. I'd forget most of the smallest details of the origin of Shadowhunters. Oops..

"From that day, Shadowhunters have killed demons. We die young. We are a dying race." He continued "who were your parents?"

"Valentine Morgenstern and Jocelyn Fairchild" I said They raised me a thousand years ago. But Jocelyn is a powerful witch. She made them immortal. She is an immortal witch. They are still living somewhere on this damned planet. "Morgenstern and Fairchild..." He mused. After a few seconds of akward silence he yells: "ISABELLE, ALEC, JACE. COME IN HERE NOW" Suddenly they burst in the room. "What is it Hodge? If it isn't life or death I will kill you. I was in the middle of painting my nails" Isabelle threatened

"Clary is a Shadowhunter. Her parents were Valentine Morgenstern and Jocelyn Fairchild." Hodge said calmly "Clary what is your real name?"

Have they put two and two together and figured out who I really am?

**Well, this was the quickest I've ever updated. Is it three days? Well I write the first three sentences yesterday. Today I wrote most of it. I had soooo many ideas, I decided to write it down. I tried to keep the characters personalities without changing them. If I went wrong please tell me. I love to know! Same as always... **

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	4. Chapter 4: Missing Remarks

Missing Angel

Chapter 4: Missing Remarks

"Your a Shadowhunter?" Jace almost yelled, he seemed like he was an angry volcano about to erupt. Or was he like a firework? Ready to explode in hundred of beautiful colours? Not the colours part but the exploding bit. Anyway, jaw almost hit the floor. His face was completely red. Redder than a tomato. I'm going with the volcano analysis. Why was he angry? He had nothing to be angry for?

"Yep" I said popping the 'p'

"Why don't you know anything about the shadow world?" He questioned, his skin started to turn back to his normal skin colour.

"My father Valentine Morgenstern, was very proud of what he was and he wanted to rule the shadow world because he thought the Clave didn't do a good job" I said

"Your father was- I mean is Valentine Morgenstern." Alec mused "The leader of The Circle"

"Sadly yes. I wish he wasn't." I answered

Honestly I wish he wasn't my adoptive father. I had no choice. He literally kidnapped me. I've never met my actual biological father. Asmodeus.

"I thought all Shadowhunters were the same; evil, cruel and vicious. So I didn't want to become one. So I did everything not to be one." I said

"Not all Shadowhunters are like Valentine." Hodge said.

I didn't realise he was still here.

"I'll let you guys talk" Hodge said walking out of the library.

Most of what I was saying is true. I think shadowhunters are evil. I am one though... What does that say about me?

The Shadowhunters stood there. Trying to put the pieces together. It wasn't hard. For me at least. For mortals... Probably very hard..

My secret was obviously very hard to process.

...

Finally they started to talk.

"So how did you get to New York from Idris?" Isabelle asked curiously

"My mother, Jocelyn told me to run. She knew that I would in danger at times. She gave me knowledge on how to survive surrounded by Demons, who know that I'm Nephilim but not that I'm barely trained"

Jocelyn didn't tell me how to survive. I learnt as I ran. She was a witch. She was all about practising her magic. She loved natural magic. She was the most powerful witch in her time. She was killed by my evil crazy mind-washed adoptive brother, Jonathan Morgenstern.

That was one reason why I ran.

I started reminiscing about when I fell from Heaven and when Valentine took me in. Or kidnapped me... My time with them was about a year or so. It was like I fell to hell. Not earth.

"From there I ran and ran. Until I met you guys" I said, happy that I'd finished telling them about the past.

"Wow" they all whispered

If I were them, I'd be astonished but horrified. I have done some gruesome stuff to survive. I've changed my name more times than I can remember, I have based them of Azasarella and Clarissa Morgenstern or actually something completely different. Sometimes I barely remember my own name.

"Any other questions?..." I asked.

Still thinking about my name or should I say names...

I just stood their looking at the floor, trying to trace the intricate rune patterns of the Institute's library floor. I looked like a little girl, but I'm two thousand. If I didn't have my immortality I would look horrendous. I can't bear to think how dreadful I'd feel looking like I would.

If I was still in heaven, I would be sitting on the throne, looking bored and feeling bored. I am an heir to the Angel throne. I didn't want it. I didn't want it then, I don't want it now. Raziel was thinking of stepping down. I do not blame him. It must be boring as hell.

If I was there, I would make a new law on not hearing other Angels crap. It's crap. It's the crap I would want to deal with.

Every night for the first few night I was on earth, hiding from all the demons, the shadowhunters and Raziel's minions. I hate the shadowworld. But meeting these Shadowhuners, I don't think that they are evil any more.

When I first fell on to earth. I hadn't met any Shadowhunters. Valentine was the first one I met. And after that I always thought they were evil. I didn't want any involvement, so I spent the next couple of centuries hiding from Shadow-hunter and becoming what I though get best Shadowhunter is.

Valentine was a disgrace to the angels. No. Valentine is still a disgrace to the angels.

"So how did you get the name FRAY from? It's nothing like Morgenstern" Jace finally spoke

"I got the 'F' part from my mothers maiden name; Fairchild. The 'RAY' is from my friends Tessa's last name which is Gray." I said. I couldn't barely remember where I got the names from, good thing I have a good memory!

"Your a Shadowhunter, why aren't you trained" Alec said

"I thought Shadowhunters were evil. Now, I'm starting to realise that only Valentine is evil. Not Shadowhunters" I replied

"Yeah! We can go shopping together! Oohh.. I can't wait!" Isabelle said squealing

"Izzy, Clary may not want to go shopping." Alec said reassuring me that I don't have to go through the terrible experience of shopping. "How can you always think of shopping at odd times?"

"I love shopping so it's always on my mind. Clary do you want to go shopping?" Isabelle asked

"I don't mind Isabelle, but not too many shops" I said smiling

"Call me Izzy or Iz." She said "I can't wait to go! There's nothing about too many shops!" She squealed obviously planning the shopping trip. It was going to be my doom.

"Ok Izzy" I said smiling

"Good luck with Izzy, Clary!" Jace said smiling.

Oh he has a nice side. Did he hate mundanes or me in general. But did he feel sympathetic for me for giving in to Izzy? Or Is it just all of them?

Izzy ran out of the room, happy that I'd agreed to shop.

"Atleast she's happy." Alec said

"Which means no Izzy Cooking!" Jace said high five-ing Alec.

"What?" I asked puzzled

"Never let Iz cook for you." Jace said "She will burn down the institute trying to boil ice."

"WOW" I exclaimed

"Oh, by the way. Don't fall for me" Jace added

"Why would I?"

"Of course you would, I'm stunningly attractive" he said smirking

"Moron" I said under my breath "Go kiss the wall. Maybe that will find you attractive"

I walked away smiling, while he stood their giving me the evil eyes. Alec just burst out laughing.

"Alright, alright. Girls. Calm down" I said

Alec stopped laughing.

I turned round.

They both looked like they wanted to kill me.

I just smiled.

XxxX

**Disclaimer: I don't own Mortal Instruments! Cassandra Clare does. **

**I'm so sorry that that this took so long. **

**I've planned out this story. It has 17 chapters and an epilogue. **

**If you think this story is dull and boring... This story will eventually get exciting as it goes on. I promise. **

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	5. Chapter 5: Missing Fun

Missing Fun

"Wow" Izzy said "No one I know has done that"

"I believe I'm different" Clary said smiling "and Jace pissed me off"

"He does piss a lot of people of" Izzy said sighing

Izzy started rambling on and on about Clary's outfit. She said it was plain and boring. 'Very mundane' as she put it.

Clary wore a light pink blouse with a strip of purple fabric decorating the neck line and jacket. Light blue faded ripped jeans and converse boots.

Clary thought she looked fine. Izzy thought she was a disgrace to the fashion world. Of course, Isabelle would over react about fashion. She adored fashion. Hell, she adored way more than any other female alive.

"When are we going shopping?" Clary asked

"We're going after Demon hunting" Iz declared

Clary hadn't been out hunting since she met these lovely Shadowhunters. She loved the faces of the demons when they registered that they had been killed and was about to be sent to their home dimension. She missed her seraph blades. She loves them second to her faithful bow.

What Clary would give to sneak out and kill a dozen of demons... Especially Greater Demons, since she was one. They wouldn't suspect that she would betray them, but Clary does anyway.

"Oh.." Clary sighed "How long will you be out?"

"Only an hour or so" Izzy said

"An hour?" Clary screeched

"Yeah" Isabelle said like it was nothing

When Clary had gone Demon hunting, she was always hunting for half an hour. Although she never got tired, an hour was over kill. She wondered if they were going to be super tired when they arrived back at the Institute.

Clary thought, 'maybe I shall see for myself, how they can hunt for that amount of time'. She felt devilish, maybe her demon blood was turning her evil. She felt amazingly evil. She had never felt this way before.

"Where had Isabelle got to?" She wondered out loud.

"We're going to go and kill some evil demons" said a cocky voice coming from nowhere

"I'm not dumb. I know what demons are" She said sighing "Did I say that aloud?"

"Yes. Yes you did" the voice replied, trying to hide the coming laughter.

"Who is playing games with me?" Clary demanded of the voice

"Me" chucked the voice

"Me who?" She returned sternly

The voice started laughing. Probably choking. Clary ran out of the room to find who was dying or dying with laughter.

"Jace" she said disappointed and angry at the same time.

"Your so cute when your angry" Jace said still laughing

"Are you dying?" Clary said with concern. She was trying to hide the fact that she was furious with Jace for calling her 'cute'. She wanted to throw her sharpest knife in his chest and watch him die a painful death, so he regretted calling her 'cute', she was not cute.

"I'm not, Fiery" Jace said, his laughter dying.

"Who and what is 'Fiery'?" She asked curiously

"You." He said "It's your new nickname"

"Haha" Clary laughed mockingly "I've got a nickname for you"

"I can guess... Maybe-"

"The Moron who loves himself" Clary said interrupting Jace of his oh so epic speech of how he is stunningly attractive... "For short.. Goldilocks" she smiled

Jace snarled

"Ohhhhh... I'm so scared" Clary mocked, pretending to bite her nails in fear of Jace. She smiled mockingly.

"Call me Goldilocks again and I will cut your throat mundie" He snarled viciously, pointing the nearest knife to her throat. She moved cautiously to the side. He lowered the knife.

"I'm not a mundane" Clary protested "I am a Shadowhunter. I have angel blood running through my veins. Like you"

Clary also had demon blood which constantly fought for dominance with the angel blood. A war in Clary was happening. A war which couldn't be stopped or be won.

Jace just glared at her. He then finished his one-sided staring contest and walked of to pick up his weapons from the Weapons room.

Clary could only imagine the weapons they have... Seraph blades, knifes, Bows and arrows... Swords... Chakhrams.. the list went on and on.

Oh.. How much she missed all her weapons. Especially her bow and arrows. What she would give to use them again...

Clary went back into her room. They were kind enough to let her stay with them. Clary's opinion of Shadowhunters has changed, she had gone from hating their guts, to loving them.

They were sort of related.

Their angel blood was from Raziel. Raziel was Clary's uncle. Almost relatives. Almost.

Clary's senses were on fire. She felt eyes on her. Her head spun to the door. No one there. She had put the fear of being watched down to paranoia.

She shook her head, trying to shake of all her fears.

* * *

She heard the door slam. They had left to go hunting. Without saying goodbye or telling her how long they would be.

She hated being alone. She had been alone for the better part of her miserable two millenniums of her life. She thought alone protected her, now she knows that friends protect. She adored company.

She laid on her bed, listening to her favourite song of the week.

That feeling that doesn't go away just did

And I walked a thousand miles to prove it

And I'm caught in the crossfire of my own thoughts

The color of my blood is all I see on the rocks

As you sail from me

Alarms will ring for eternity

The waves will break every chain on me

My bones will bleach

My flesh will flee

So help my lifeless frame to breathe

And God knows I'm not dying but I bleed now

And God knows it's the only way to heal now

With all the blood I lost with you

It drowns the love I thought I knew

The lost dreams are buried in my sleep for him

And this was the ecstasy of a love forgotten

And I'm thrown in the gunfire of empty bullets

And my blood is all I see

As you steal my soul from me

Alarms will ring for eternity

The waves will break every chain on me

And God knows I'm not dying but I bleed now

And God knows it's the only way to heal now

With all the blood I lost with you

It drowns the love I thought I knew

Ohhh, ohh oh [x6]

And God knows I'm not dying but I bleed now

And God knows it's the only way to heal now

With all the blood I lost with you

It drowns the love I thought I knew

And God knows I'm not dying but I bleed now

And God knows it's the only way to heal now

With all the blood I lost with you

It drowns the love I thought I knew

Clary grabbed her sketchbook and drew. She drew Idris and all of its beautiful scenery: The tall demon towers, the Accords hall and the canal. Clary adored Idris. If she went back, they would recognise her as Azasarella or worse: see her as Valentine's daughter. She was raised by him when she fell down to earth.

* * *

After sketching Idris, which took Clary about 30 minutes. It look like a picture. Beautifully intricate and well-though of. She had millions of drawings of Idris. This was was exceptional. It looked ... different.

She sat up, put her battered sketch book down on her bed. Looked down the corridor and ran out the doors.

With her seraph blades in her hands, she walked out of the Institute's grounds and headed out to the demon infested streets of New York. All Clary had to do is get back before they realise that she has gone.

After all, Clary missed the feeling of striking down the demons and slicing their heads off. She missed the feeling of adrenaline running through her veins.

Her demon instincts picked up. A Greater Demon was close by. 'Oh a good game' she thought

"Hello miss" a voice said "are you a Greater demon"

"Half. But yes"

"And half angel" the demon spat "your Azasarella aren't you? You won't hurt me...But why carry weapons then?"

"I was going to kill some Shadowhunters" she lied

"Can I help?" It asked eagerly

"No"

"Why?"

"You'll be dead before I kill a Shadowhunter"

"What!" It shrieked

Then she slit the demons throat with her blades. It's head fell on to the ground. And with that the demon's body disappeared.

Clary stood up straight. Sorted out her clothing and looked round. She forgot to apply a glamour.

"Better safe then sorry" she muttered sketching her own glamour rune on her arm.

* * *

She headed out of the dirty alley that the demon had lured her to. Her senses picked up a whole hoard of Eidolon demons.

This is fun. Not being kept locked up in the institute.

She demolished demon after demon. Barely spending any long amount of time on one stupid demon. After a few minutes of much needed therapy. Or in other words, a few minutes of much needed demon slaying. Either way Clary was happy.

She slid her weapons back into hiding. Incase she saw the Lightwoods..

Her specialised glamour rune, it could hide her from mundanes and Shadowhunters.

Clary jumped on top of a building. She could see the Lightwoods slaying an Abbadon demon. She jumped building to building to get a closer look. She was intrigued.

They started to move, out of where they had killed many demons. They were heading to Pandemonium. What is Pandemonium? Clary had over heard them talk about Pandemonium. What is it?

She decided to follow them to this "Pandemonium".

Turns out it was a dark and damp club. What would three Shadowhunters possibly want at a club? She wondered.

Then she saw it. What drew them here. An Eidolon Demon. Disguised as a mundane. The most stupid trick a demon could do. Eidolon demons are so stupid. Clary though that had inherited magical powers and not any brain cells.

* * *

The Lightwoods had just spotted the demon. Readying themselves: sharpening their weapons, checking their runes and then moving through the club of dancing bodies to the demon.

Clary curiously was watching them. She had her wings open and was flying above the mundanes. She flew closer to them: inch by inch, she could have reached out and touched their shoulders.

They lured the demon to them. Making it believe that they were Mundanes. It saw their runes.

It went to attack. Izzy was faster.

She drew her electrum whip and strangled it. She left it fighting for its life. After a few minutes of useless fighting back, the demon finally stopped and the electrum went round it's neck. The demon vanished. Izzy had killed the demon. What about Alec and Jace? Were they to wimpy to fight a 'scary' demon?

Where was Jace? Kissing some random girl? Alec was using his sensor to locate demons. He was not find any demons. If he was then, Clary would be able to sense them. And Clary could not sense any.

She shut her wings, allowing her to float slowly down to the ground. Clary walked to the door.

Her senses were going on over drive.

Demons were everywhere!

Hoards of demons saw Clary. She started to back up.

Someone was behind her.

Clary turned around. It was Izzy.

They stepped around her. Killed the lot of demons, while Clary had to stand there waiting. Her hand itched to grab her blades and kill the lot.

It took them a few minutes. They took three each. There were nine demons.

Once they were finished slaying the demons. They turned to face her at the same time. 'Creepy' Clary thought.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Isabelle demanded

"Err..."Clary had to come up with a good excuse. It was harder than she thought..

"What are you-" Alec walked up to Izzy, who was staring at Clary "Clary.. By the Angel. What are you doing here?"

"I was going to say that too. What are you doing here Clary?" Jace demanded

Clary scanned her mind for some logical explanation. There were many crazy and some utterly ridiculous answers, but only one would work.

"I needed some new art pencils. My ones had been used up. So I went out to find a shop." Clary said trying to keep her voice even "I looked all over town, then I saw you, I was going to ask you where an art shop was. You disappeared in here. So I followed you"

"I thought you knew how to hide yourself from demons?" Jace said

"Yes" Clary said "but only from one not hoards of demons"

"Really?" Jace said sighing, he didn't believe me

"Yes"

"Fine.." Jace said

"Stop arguing you too" Isabelle said sighing "You sound like an old married couple"

Clary and Jace turned around to give Isabelle the death glare.

"STOP" Izzy almost yelled "your making me feel weird and the mundanes are giving us odd looks. Well you guys are getting odd looks. I'm not"

* * *

The Lightwoods and Clary walked back to the Institute. They had quite enough demon hunting for one day.

Jace was walking behind to Clary giving her the evil eye. Clary felt very scared and intimidated. She had kept her gaze forward.

He was much taller than her. His golden eyes glared at her, she felt like she had to look away.

Clary was walking next to Izzy. Izzy was obviously talking about their 'shopping trip'.

"..we should go to- Clary are you even listening to me?" Izzy asked

"I am now" she replied with a smile "sorry, I was off into my head"

"I was talking about our little shopping trip. We should go when I've finished refreshing myself"

"Iz, I'm tired from today's events. I need some well-earned rest. It can wait" Clary said, while trying to fend off her need for sleep. "Anyway, we can have all day to shop"

"Oh.." Izzy said sighing

"Clary you don't know what you dropped yourself into" Alec said

"Yeah, you'll die with boredom" Jace said with sarcasm

"Shut up Jace, stop being mean to Clary. What did she do to you?" Izzy said defending me. No one in my entire life had done something like this before. It was heart-warming

"Thank you Iz" Clary said

"For what?"

"Defending me"

"Oh." Izzy said "Has anyone ever stood up for you before?"

"No one has." Clary said sadly

"I know that we will be great friends Clary" Izzy said pulling Clary in for a friendly hug.

* * *

They got back to the Institute.

Isabelle babbling on about Clary's lack in Fashion sense.

Alec and Jace discussing Raziel knows what.

And Clary was thinking about the day, while listening to what she could pick up of what Izzy was saying.

Clary walked through the endless amount of corridors of the New York Institute to her room.

She laid on her bed. Looking up as if she would see stars, but she wasn't outside.

She fell asleep that night dreaming of what her life would be like if she never fell out of Heaven.

* * *

Clary awoke with the feeling that she had forgotten that something important is happening today.

Suddenly someone's squeals almost rattled the institute. It was Izzy.

Shopping.

Clary had forgotten their shopping trip.

Endless amount of going into the changing rooms and trying on dress after dress.

Maybe Alec and Jace were right. Clary though that shouldn't have gotten herself into shopping with the shopaholic, know to us as Isabelle.

Shopping. Oh joy...

Clary got out of her bed, groaning about clothes. Bloody clothes, crap crap crap!

She grabbed some clothes that Izzy could approve off. Knowing her it will always be 'mundane like'.

She looked down at herself. Checking her appearance. "Too mundane like" she grumbled. Then she walked off to where the smokey scent of fire.

"Isabelle step away from the oven. You've caused so many accidents and set fire to so many innocent kitchen utensils, step away." Jace said walking up to Izzy slowly, holding his hands up carefully as if not to frighten her.

"Izzy's a bad cook?" Clary said standing in the doorway.

"I can cook" Izzy protested

"But very badly" Jace added

"Moron" Izzy whispered under her breath

"I can hear you" Jace sang, while pushing Izzy off to the side to handle the fire.

"I was doing Pancakes" Izzy said

"Ohhhh... Pancakes... I do love some good pancakes" Jace said "but not burnt"

"Shut up" Izzy almost yelled "Clary we're going early. Grab your purse were having breakfast at Taki's." Isabelle grabbed Clary by the arm, dragging her to her room to get her purse and a jacket.

"Can I come?" Jace asked

"No" Izzy said sternly without looking at him.

"Ohh" he grumbled "I haven't been there in ages... Please..."

"No." Izzy said sternly "Me and Clary need girl time. I haven't had girl time in ages"

With that Clary and Isabelle shut the door behind them. With their purses and each other, they set off to Taki's.

* * *

Izzy pushed open the door to her favourite restaurant.

Only Shadowhunters and Down-Worlders came.

Mundanes saw a empty and abandoned warehouse.

They wouldn't go in.

Mundanes were scared puppies in Clary's mind, though she had never really had a long conversation with one.

The girls sat down at a table. The seats were a Blood red colour.

A fairy waitress came towards them.

"Hello, welcome to Taki's. What would you like to eat" The Fey girl was awfully cheery. It was probably in her contract to be cheery and helpful to customers.

Isabelle ordered a stack of pancakes, probably because her attempt failed. Clary smiled at the memory.

Clary also ordered pancakes.

It was her favourite breakfast.

She had to eat them.

She couldn't resist pancakes.

When their food arrived, they attacked their stack of pancakes like a pack of hungry wolves.

Izzy was the first to finish.

She then babbled on about what shops to go to and what we should buy. Did this girl have a mute button?

Clary finished her pancakes.

Both girls stood up. They paid for their pancakes and left.

"Which shop first?" Izzy asked eagerly

"I don't mind" Clary said honestly

"Okay"

* * *

They walked off in the direction of all of Izzy's favourite shops.

After the millionth shop they had been to or ten shops. It felt like millions to Clary.

Shopping with Isabelle was torture. The boys were right. Damn.

"Clary, what do you think of this dress?" Izzy asked.

The dress was a beautiful sea blue colour, with straps that went around her neck. On the waist line was a light pink flower.

"I looks fine" Clary said

"Hmmmm..." She said "Clary, stop saying 'I don't mind' or 'Fine'. Please tell me what you think off this dress."

"Mmmmm..."

"Don't say it..."

"It's doesn't suit you"

"Thank you Clary for a response that didn't have those words in" Isabelle said "I agree with you, this dress is horrible"

In the end Isabelle picked a deep red dress with a black belt. It was gorgeous.

"Its perfect" Izzy said twirling around.

"Okay..."

"I'm going to buy it. I need a dress for... for... some occasion"

"Hmmmmm..."

"Clary, I like this dress. Don't you?" She argued

After she bought the dress. The girls had a couple bags each.

* * *

They were both tired. Clary more than Isabelle. They talked all the way back to the institute.

**XxxX**

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	6. Chapter 6: Missing Fight

**Missing Angel: Chapter 6: Missing Fight**

_Previously on Missing Angel: They were both tired. Clary more than Isabelle. They talked all the way back to the institute._

**XxxX**

"Isabelle. What have you bought?" Clary asked exhaustedly, dropping Isabelle's bags safely onto the patterned rug on the intricately tiled floor.

"You know. You were there" Isabelle said, not at all affected by the masses of shops they had went to.

"You know what I mean" she said wearily

"Lots of useful things, Clary. I needed a dress. Demon ichor had burned my last dress so I had to buy another one." Isabelle said honestly

"Okay..." Clary said rolling her emerald eyes.

"Look who is here. You should have listened to me." said a familiar, annoying voice standing in the door.

"Jace. I agree with you now. I wanted to see if you were actually telling the truth." Clary said dumping Isabelle's Shopping bags on the floor. "I need to rest. Or put my feet up"

"I told you so" Jace almost sang

"Shut up" Clary whined "I will listen next time"

"You should have listen to me earlier" Jace said

"Shut up"

Clary stalked off to her room.

She flopped onto the soft mattress.

Izzy was a mad shopper.

A shopaholic was a better word to describe her. Izzy the Shopaholic.

Jace was right. And he knew it. Smug idiot. Smug, smug idiot.

Clary thought of all the shops that they had been to. Mostly clothes shop, Izzy was a fashionista. A total fashionista and Clary wasn't saying it lightly.

She pondered about life. Clary thought that her life at the moment was great, couldn't and didn't need to change. It was perfect.

But Clary knew life wasn't perfect. She has an unfair amount of bad experiences in her life. Too many for anyone. She hated her life, now she loves it. This shows how much difference people can affect how much you love your life! Clary hoped for nothing to change and everything will continue to be blissful.

But life had other ideas.

**XxxX**

The next morning, Clary walked into the training room to find Alec and Jace training.

"Hello Clary" Alec said walking over to her.

"Would you guys be kind enough to teach me a few defence techniques? I do not want to be defenceless if I can't hide from a demon all my life." She asked

"Yes. Your training will start-" Alec said but was interrupted

"Alec don't she had been hiding for Raziel knows long. She will be fine" Jace said walking up to them.

"I know and I want to become a Shadowhunter. It's in my blood and I want to embrace it." She argued

"Why now?" He asked her, looking right in her bottle green eyes.

"Why not" Clary said smugly

"Jace I don't see any harm" Alec said "She is a Shadowhunter. It's what she wants to do. Let her. It's her choice"

"Alec when did you become so knowledgeable?" Jace said sarcastically

"Jace be serious for once" Alec says "Let her train"

"Fine. You win. Just this once. I'm not gonna train her" Jace says as he walks away

"Sorry about him, he can be a little... Irritating"

"It's fine." She says

"Why is Jace in a mood...?" Isabelle says walking through the doors.

"Clary wanted to be trained, just for self-defence" Alec said "Jace didn't want her to be trained"

"I'll train you Clary. I would love to" Isabelle says

"Okay. When does training start?" Clary asked eagerly

"Tomorrow. 6:30"

"I can do that"

"Great!"

Clary was so happy that she could burst. Someone actually wanted to train her. She was already trained; a little bit more extra training wouldn't hurt? Would it?

As she walked back to her room, there was a little spring in her light steps. She was over the top happy. There wasn't even a word to describe how she felt.

Izzy was the best friend she never had. No one had ever like Clary; everyone probably thought she was a freak or a clown. She had red hair; there was an explanation to the clown theory.

Izzy was the friend Clary had dreamed of. Helpful, caring, kind and always there for her. All through her life, she always knew people would and could betray, was she wrong. Like she was wrong about the Shadowhunter. Was she wrong about anything else?

Inspiration hit Clary. She wanted to draw the gardens in heaven. They were her favourite place to go. That was the only thing she misses about Heaven. Not anyone.

Her mother, Emielziela was brutally murdered by a disguised figure and she was blamed for it. Raziel hated her, no, there were better words ... despised, loathed and detested. There wasn't a word for how much Raziel hated Azasarella for something she didn't do. She took the blame. She still regrets it, even after two millenniums.

She still thinks Raziel pushed her out of the sky, to make her suffer. Nevertheless, she has no physical evidence.

From that terrible point in her life, Raziel didn't want anything to do with her. He left his guards to train her. Clary swore she would find her mother's killer, she always knew the killer was someone she loved dearly but she couldn't put her finger on it.

She had a brother Damorenzo. She absolutely trusted him. He was the shoulder she leaned on when problems had come to the light. After she fled from Valentine, she never saw him again. Valentine had also renamed him; Valentine called him _Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern_.

**XxxxX**

Clary found her sketchbook which she had hid badly she might add. It was under the mattress of her bed. She flicked through heaps of her drawings. They were millions drawings of: famous buildings, nature, animals of any shape, size and colour and the whole city; she had flown onto the clouds and drew the beautiful views of what it had to offer.

Drawing was her escape. Her escape from the horrifying memories of her disturbing past. She tried drawing her mother, she couldn't remember her. She was only sixteen when she died. It has been nearly two millenniums since then. Clary missed her mother

Her memory of her mother was disappearing. Bit by bit. A fragment of the memory of her death was vanishing every decade. In a century, all her memories of her mother and her upbringing; would have vanished. And there was nothing she could do about it.

Clary's energy was wearing away. _'All that shopping with Izzy definitely takes it out of you'_

She fell back onto her soft bed and silently crept under the warm, silky soft blankets. As soon as her head hit the comfy pink pillow, she drifted off to a peaceful sleep, still wearing her clothes.

**XxxxX**

_(Next morning)_

"Jump... Punch... kick... Perfect" Isabelle shouted

Clary stopped and slowed her maniac and uncontrollable inhalation.

"Iz, no offence, but I've been at this for an hour now. I need to rest" she said in between breaths

"Come on Clary you-" Izzy said

"You need to keep your guard up. You don't want to die? Do you?" The voice came from the training room's door. It was Jace.

"What are you doing here?" Clary said "I thought you didn't care about my training"

"I didn't. And I still don't. You need guidance from an expert" he said with too much arrogance. He needs some happiness! I wanted to spread some of my special yellowy-gold angel dust to make him happier. I doubt it would help.

"Hello... I am here... I know how to train someone. I don't need your big headed opinions interrupting Clary's training." Isabelle said

"I knew you were there" he said smugly, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"Go away Jace, we don't need you or want you" Isabelle said with authority

"Clearly Isabelle, if you beg me to go. It's what I will _not_ do. It's simple really!" He grinned again; he then walked over to a chair and pulled it up near the training mats to watch my weak efforts to fight.

"Fine. Stay. What do I care? Just don't interrupt." Isabelle says

"Okay." He grinned smugly, he was planning something and he wouldn't think it again. Or my mind reading skills are failing miserably. Oh well…

The training continued from where we left off. It was tremendously hard, although she learnt a lot.

"Wrong..."

"Incorrect…"

"Your too delicate…"

"Try harder…"

"You're not even trying…."

"Bad..."

"Poorly executed..."

"Weak.…"

While she was training, Jace was observing on her training and giving her negative comments. She would appreciated constructive feedback, or taken them into consideration. It was very annoying. She was restraining herself not to throw him out of the nearest window. Any more comments and there would have been no stopping her from throwing him out of a high window.

"Jace, you can be here only if you are quiet. If you are going to make comments like that then go away." Izzy said defeated

"Nope" he said popping the 'p'.

"What will make you leave then?" Clary asked

"When your skills improve, Clary" he said smiling

"Moron" Clary whispered, hoping that he wouldn't hear her. "Over- sized egotistic and narcissistic moron"

"I couldn't hear you over the lack of training." He said sarcastically

"Moron... Idiotic moron." She whispered as delicately as ballet dancer.

After hours of hard training, Clary was finally prepared to defend herself. Although, she didn't need it. They didn't need to know that. Did they?

As she wandered to her room to rest, she thought about her training. Why was Jace so not into helping train her? Then he watched her train and give helpful comments?

Clary was trained and ready to fight. Nothing would be the same again…..

**Authors Note:**

**Cliff hanger….. **

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	7. Chapter 7: Missing Threats

Missing Angel Chapter 7: Missing Threats

_Previously on Missing Angel: Clary was trained and ready to fight. Nothing would be the same again..._

XxxX

That night, Clary's dreams were invaded by dreams of her painful past that she so desperately wanted to forget about. Her mothers brutal murder, her few years of torture with Valentine and all her fights with people who had reason to kill her. It was worse than a nightmare. It was like her own personal hell, made especially for her.

She awoke, breathing heavily and scared as hell. She was safe. In an Institute. With an alias. No one knew off her name and dreadful past.

She dressed quicker than the speed of sound. She wore the most mundane type of clothes that she had bought on her and Izzy's extravagant shopping trip.

She walked slowly to the drifting smell of lemon and honey pancakes. She loved pancakes. Especially lemon and honey drizzled on top. She fought the massive temptation to fly. She felt the growing need for pancakes. And she needed them now.

"Hello sleepyhead" a voice said from the kitchen "You look terrible"

"Morning Rapunzel." She said

"Don't call me that Red" Jace hissed

"Then do not call me Red" she retaliated

"Do you like pancakes?" He said trying desperately to change the awkward subject

"I love pancakes." She said

"Enjoy" he said pushing the white ceramic plate of pancakes towards Clary.

They both sat down on the island in the middle of the modernised kitchen eating their favourite breakfast snack: pancakes.

"This is ground breaking boring" said Izzy standing in the oak wood door frame.

"Sorry if I can't make breakfast more interesting for you Iz" he said

"I thought we were having breakfast at Taki's." Izzy said walking into the kitchen and browsing through the cupboards, finding something that she wanted to eat.

"We can have lunch at Taki's then" Jace said between mouthfuls of his pancakes.

"You are definitely changing. We always have breakfast at Taki's and have lunch here at the institute." Izzy said defeatedly

"Guys, we have an emergency." Said Alec walking up to them "Please come into the Library. It's urgent."

"How much of an emergency?" Isabelle asked

"Its nothing we have ever seen before." Alec said, his face was covered in fear.

They all looked at each other and followed Alec into the library, to find Hodge holding a letter. Hodge also had fear written all over his wrinkled face. 'What is happening to the shadow world?' Clary wondered.

"All the institutes around the globe have received this." Hodge said "Read it" Hodge held out a letter for them to read.

Clary advanced forwards and grabbed the letter out of Hodge's small hands and read the ancient looking letter. It said:

_'Shadow-hunters,_

_This is Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern. I am declaring war because I am creating a new race of Shadow-hunters. Called Dark shadow-hunters._

_You may have noticed some Shadow-hunters have already gone missing. I have turned them._

_Surrendering is not an option. Face your downfall with gratitude._

_Revel in fear of my power._

_-JCM'_

Clary knew that last line 'Revel in fear of my power'. It was the last thing her-. Her brother was alive. She always thought Valentine had killed her brother when she fled from him. She was wrong.

He was posing as Jonathan Morgenstern. To hide the fact he was a hybrid. Same as Clary. Damorenzo was back.

The Clave was already preparing. The Iron sisters were generating new weapons.

All day Jace, Alec and Isabelle were training. They knew they would be involved with the war. They were old enough to fight.

This allowed Clary to slip silently out of the Institute to fight demons.

**XxxX**

She was mad.

She was infuriated.

She was enraged.

Clary was livid.

Her brother who she thought was caring and loving, was declaring war on Shadow-hunters and Idris.

She held on to her weapons. Walking through the melancholy streets of New York that surrounded her. She tiptoed around the lonely city, looking for a demon to kill. She was poised and ready, her bow had an arrow ready to fire at any second into a demon's black soul-less heart.

She waiting anxiously for her chance to strike at any demon that she found. Killing was her cure for anger that she had towards her more-demonic brother.

A hoard of demons were waiting, for a her to kill them. How strange.

It seemed like they wanted to die.

Did demons hate this life that the Lilith gave them so generously? She wondered if demons only came to earth to get away from their home dimensions to have a simpler life. Did they?

She spent the afternoon killing demons. She felt more at peace with the world by spilling demons blood.

Then she raced back to the institute so they would not suspect that she was out. Then she went out again that night.

She was angry. Only killing demons would keep her calm.

She found many demons. Mostly she found Raveners and Oni demons. They all died within minutes of Clary finding them. She was better than an expert shadow-hunter. She was trained by Raziel's Army of Angels.

Being angry makes her angel side disappear for a while and her demon side come out to play until she reins in her evil and becomes angelic again.

After lots of killing, Clary felt like a weight had been lifted off her tiny shoulders.

She found herself at nearest park. She sat down at a bench.

'Would I fight with the Shadow-hunters? No I would reveal myself.'

All questions about fighting with the Shadow-hunters gave the same answers; she would reveal her identity.

She pushed the ideas out of her head. She would decide if she fight at the battle when it starts.

With that she left the gloomy park and went back to the institute.

Clary wanted the right to kill her brother, besides she was the only one who could kill him.

**_XxxX_**

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**-Her name is Azasarella, she just thought of the name Clary.**

**-This is a combination of all the TMI books.**

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	8. Chapter 8: Missing Attacks

Missing Angel Chapter 8: Missing Attacks

_Previously on Missing Angel: Clary wanted the right to kill her brother, besides she was the only one who could kill him._

**XxxX**

She glanced up at the institute, remembering the days when Raziel was planning the dream of creating hunters that could kill demons. he also dreamt up the ideas about shadow-hunters' safe houses that no mundane could see. He had eventually given them the name they have now: Institutes.

Opening the big grand doors, she stepped through, safe from the threats of the shadow world. While walking towards her room, she hid her weapons away, Clary didn't want her identity being compromised so early. She ducked into the nearest bathroom and scrubbed off all the demon blood and ichor off her face.

Once she was cleaned up, she headed back to her room to draw some random scene that had danced its way into her dream filled mind.

She lay on her mattress, thinking up situations on how the final battle would end. She got lost in her dreams, wandering around the scene in her mind like a ghost watching over the epic scene that was right in front of her. When her mind called her back to reality, she woke up feeling better about the battle.

She knew how to kill him. There was one weapon on this earth that could kill her and her brother; a Acacia wood stake. The rarest wood on earth. When they turned, the wood from the tree was burned and only one stake was kept, just incase of an emergency situation.

She just needed to find it. She only needed a witch or a warlock to do a locator spell to find it. She hoped that it wasn't in Heaven with Raziel, then there is no hope of ever getting a hold on that stake.

Clary stole a glance at the clock sitting on the right side of her single mattress. It read: 10:37. It was late and she was tired.

A busy day she had, killing a mass of demons and getting the letter from her demonic and lunatic person who she has no choice in the matter of calling him, her brother.

**XxxX**

Dreams did not invade her mind that night. she had a peaceful slumber. Her mind was empty of all thoughts and dreams.

She woke up in the morning feeling fresh and brand-new. She happily put on her clothes, skipping merrily towards the library. When she entered, no one was there, she could read with no distractions. She walked over to the books that lined the wall. She skimmed over the varying types of books until she found the one she was looking for. _'Important Angels Of Our History'. _It had all the angels in, including herself and her brother. She wanted to know what the shadow-hunters knew about her.

It said:

_'__Azasarella,_

_Half angel, half demon hybrid._

_No source of how to kill._

_Murderer of Emielziela_

_Very dangerous, beware. _

_Fled after her 1,000 birthday party along with her brother: Damorenzo.'_

That was all that was written about her, but what it said about her brother was a bit bigger than her own.

_'__Damorenzo,_

_Half angel, half demon hybrid_

_Azasarella's brother_

_No source how to kill_

_Less dangerous than Azasarella_

_More angel than demon._

_Likes to be poetic_

_Enjoys Art_

_Loves animals, especially his horse, Messalla _

_Helped form the identity of shadow-hunters _

_Wants shadow-hunters to thrive in their lifestyle _

_Dragged away from Heaven by Azasarella on their 1,000 birthday'_

Idiots. They messed it up. Clary didn't murder her mother and Messalla was her horse, until her brother slaughtered Messalla by slicing off her neck.

Also it was other demons who came in and killed her and Clary got the blame. She wanted to rip Raziel's miserable head of his haggard-faint shoulders.

She kept readings for until someone came in.

"Your up early. Reading up on the history of shadow-hunters, the part of yourself that you have only just now wanted to embrace" he mocked walking up to Clary.

"Jace, go away" she said "I am trying to read, piss off"

"Using bad language. What's next?" he argued

"Piss off. I will not ask again Jace" she hissed

"Ohh…. you are definitely blushing, your skin is much brighter than the red colour of your hair" he mocked

Clary glared at Jace, who had started laughing hysterically.

"Stop laughing." Clary hissed

He did not answer as he was still laughing

Hodge, Isabelle and Alec burst into the room and Jace stopped laughing.

"Finally' Clary whispered

"There is an important notice that has recently been sent out." Hodge announced, as he as flitting around the library."It is code Scarlett."

"Code Scarlett?" Isabelle asked confused

'More important than code red. Ahh.. Found it" Hodge said

"Shadow-hunters, Jonathan Morgenstern has broken into 5 institutes all over the globe. Turning many into his own new race of dark shadow-hunters. Beware. If you feel like you are not safe, please come to Idris, where we will welcome you all with open arms. The Clave" Hodge announced, reading directly from the letter.

Clary's demonic brother is on the move. She instantly felt the need to find him and kill him, but she forced that idea to the back of her mind.

"We have to take the offer" Alec said

"We will be fine here" Clary said "We just have to take precautions"

"Precautions or not, we will be safer in Idris" Isabelle argued, siding with her brother

Idris. Idris has a lot of bad memories for Clary. She does not want to revisit those dreadful memories that she just wants desperately to forget.

Her fearsome brother was rampaging through the institutes and destroying peoples lives. He needs to be stopped. And Clary is the only one who can stop him, but she does not want her identity to be compromised.

Her decision can be the saviour of shadow-hunters or be fatal to the whole existence of shadow-hunters. There is only one moral option for her to choose.

**XxxX**

**Authors Note:**

**Sorry for all the italics, I went a bit italics crazy… oops..**

**I am back at school tomorrow so I think that updates will weekly or bi-weekly. If they are weekly, then most likely they will appear on Saturdays or Sundays. **

**The idea of the stake is taken from the Originals. It belongs to them not me! :( (Disclaimer)**

**The Twilight fanfic that I am writing may take longer, I will write it whenever I can, but my priority is this fic. Only 9 more chapters of this story so in 10 weeks I may have finished both my stories. Wow… Then maybe a long chaptered Sherlock story is happening, i just need an idea…. SlightlyStrangeGirl? :) **

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	9. Chapter 9: Missing City

Missing Angel Chapter 9: Missing City

_Previously on Missing Angel: Her decision can be the saviour of shadow-hunters or be fatal to the whole existence of shadow-hunters. There is only one moral option for her to choose. _

**XxxX**

As the decision was finalised by Hodge, the young shadow-hunters raced to their rooms to pack up necessary items to bring to Idris for their little holiday. Well, working holiday.

They had asked their local and friendly warlock; Magnus to conjure up a portal to Idris. As they could not do that themselves, but Clary had already made a portal rune, she always used that to travel around.

Once her bag was packed and ready to go to Idris; a city where she committed something terrible. Something she can not take back. Something she deeply regrets.

When she jumped through the portal, a purple swirly wall swallowed her up.

Once it had stopped she found herself in a beautiful city. Somewhere magical and enchanting.

She couldn't believe she was in Idris. It was ages since she was here last, but it couldn't change that much.

The Accords Hall had some building work, it had grown in height.

It had become even more beautiful, something that was impossible as it was already outstanding. It did not need to change at all.

Once everyone had arrived in Idris, they headed to their home for the next few weeks while Jonathan is rampaging through the institutes, destroying everything in his path. Nothing was going to stop him.

They had walked through most of Idris walking to their home. Clary wondered if they had forgotten where their house is.

They had not, it was just way out in the beautiful countryside of Idris.

The house was an old rustic family mansion.

It had vines and leaves growing all around the walls of the house. It looked abandoned and neglected.

When Hodge had opened the big doors to reveal a lavish mansion. They had modern furniture scattered all around the house.

Bright colours shone out of the furniture and walls. It was hard to navigate around the house without stumbling into furniture, Clary kept knocking furniture over and having to place it back. She noted that the Lightwood's did not have a good sense of colour matching skills.

Kindly, they had given her a room all to herself, like they have done at the institute. Her room was the only room that was colour matched well. The colours were not the opposite of the colour charts.

The room had a single mattress with a purple duvet cover with a pin throw to go over the top. A light blue wallpaper covered the walls.

Besides the bed was a gold and brown chest of drawers and next to that was a stunning white wardrobe filled with gold clothes hangers. She loved this house.

**XxxX**

After putting away her minuscule amount of clothes, she shoved the suitcase under the bed.

Sighing, she left the room to explore much more of the alluring house that she was confined in until she kills her tedious and tiresome brother. She was going to be here prolonged time.

Being tired of thinking of the hellish battle that is not a far-reaching time away, she crept around the house, curious at what it has to offer her.

The house has a dazzling dining room, a luxurious living room with modernised furniture, a maze-like library with an endless amount of books on offer and lots of glorious guest rooms like her own.

This house was lavish. And she could get lost in it. She would get lost.

She found herself back in the library reading up on the history of the Shadow-hunters as she wanted to familiarise herself on what had happened with the shadow-hunters, since she never paid attention to them, she found them plain, tedious and annoying.

"Reading again?" said a voice she disliked

"Come to annoy me while I read, again" Clary said exaggerating out the word 'again' and not looking up at him.

"Well, you seem to be lost. So, being the helpful person I am, I wanted to make sure you found your way around easily," Jace said sarcastically

"Ha ha ha. I am not that incoherent as I look." She mumbled trying to tune his annoying voice out

"Using big words? Clary, did you swallow a dictionary?" he said sarcastically while smiling like a moron.

Clary had lived in the Victorian times, from that era, she had taken some elegant words and forgot to forget them so no one would suspect a thing. She presumed she had forgotten her system to change her identity and move on.

"If I had swallowed a dictionary I would not swear at you to piss off" she hissed

'Someone is being feisty. Calm down before you out-shine a tomato" he chuckled

'Stop calling me that, Goldilocks" she challenged

"Stop, stop, your wounding my ego" he said trying to achieve being hurt, but was failing miserably.

"Your ego-centric head needs to piss off" she growled

'Fine, fine but do not blame me if you get lost" he said walking away.

"Finally" she muttered

'I can hear you" he said, poking his head around the door.

"Go away" she said

"I am going, little red" he said

"Do not call me that." she had got up and yelled at him down the long corridor.

Clary turned around at sat back down.

Engrossed about what she had done last time she was here, which was a century ago.

She had slaughtered a bunch of innocent shadow-hunters, like they were pigs ready to be killed at the slaughter house and she had thought nothing off it until she walked away.

The past was a painful thing to remember. Especially this, as she could hear the screams of her victims families.

Whenever she had remembered this, she had to keep herself quiet or she would scream out in pain, as she had taken their lives and their futures away from them.

She was a monster. She had started to become the demon within her.

**Author's note:**

**So Clary isn't a perfect angel…..**

**I have updated quicker because I have had time. I do not now. Maybe I may have one for Sunday. Who knows… **

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**Only 8 chapters left, including a epilogue. (It is happy!) **

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**xx**


	10. Chapter 10: Missing Argument

Missing Angel Chapter 10: Missing Argument

_Previously on Missing Angel: She was a monster. She had started to become the demon within her. _

**XxxX**

Attacks were similar. This particular one wasn't.

The London institute was attacked late last night while she was tucked up in warm and cosy bed, her ludicrous, harebrained brother was killing and turning shadow-hunters.

They were living their lives normally until her brother had to arrive.

Young children were being trained and her brother had killed their trainers and their parents. Clary felt like it was her fault that this had happened but it was not, it was her brother.

**XxxX**

The sirens had gone off at around seven in the morning and Clary had sensed it before it had rung loudly through Idris.

Shadow-hunters had been eating their breakfasts after a training session, you could see it in their tired eyes.

Once all Shadow-hunters had arrived, an old and weary shadow-hunter walked up to a black tall podium.

He said "I am sorry that we interrupted you but, Jonathan Morgenstern has attacked the London Institute. He has left a message it was along the lines of that he will be at the 'Citadel of The Iron Sisters'.

"They are defending themselves, but they will not last long. They need our help" he said, trying to inspire them to fight.

We need any strong and willing shadow-hunters to come through the portal and fight at the citadel."

Most of the older shadow-hunters volunteered. The Lightwoods also volunteered.

"Clary, since you have no training what so ever. You can stay here, safe in Idris." Jace said as everyone was walking away

"I can defend myself" she argued

"But can you fight?" he argued

"That is not the point. I want to help" she pressed

"You will be in a battle. An actual battle. You have no idea what they are like. You are not going." he argued

"You cannot stop me" she challenged

"I will strap you to a chair if I have to." Jace threatened

"Please" she whined

'No." he almost shouted

"We are not discussing this now." he said, walking ahead of the Lightwoods and Clary.

She walked back solemnly to the house. Desperately wanting to fight.

She may see her brother again.

Clary has not seen her brother for a thousand years and try and convince him to _not _wage war on shadow-hunters but she doubts that she will even get to talk to him or even steal a glance at her brother.

He would likely be surrounded by his guards who were unwilling to be turned into dark shadow-hunters.

How did he become so cruel?

She can remember a time when he was so caring after their mother was murdered. How could he fall so low?

But, if she _did_ go, her identity would be compromised. What could she do?

**XxxX**

All day, the shadow-hunters that were in Idris, where preparing for battle. Large scale training was being held in the beautiful fields just behind the Accords Hall.

While they were training, she watched them fight and apply rune after rune. Every so often she slyly asked if she could join to prepare herself. But every time she asked, she got shot down but she was resilient.

This made her want to go.

It made her want to fight at the battle.

She wanted to help the shadow-hunters.

She was a shadow-hunter.

It was her duty.

At around lunch time, Clary drifted off to her room. She wanted to fight, but she didn't want to look like she did. She wanted a new face to wear.

So if she did bump into them in the battle, they would not recognise her. The idea was perfect. She just needed a rune to disguise her.

Clary knew that a rune would not come to her immediately, so she decided to draw. She ended up drawing the dazzling fields where the training was proceeding.

The field has alluring flowers of all different kinds. Most flowers in the field were not in the mundane world. There were mostly daisies of all different colours; ranging from red to indigo. Tall and towering trees marked the back of the field. Spruce and Oak trees were the main trees at the back while the smaller trees like the Birch and Dogwood trees were at the front. The trees gave the perfect background. A white picket fence lined the field, giving it an angelic feel to the field. Well, everything in Idris was magical and angelic.

After half an hour of drawing, a rune appeared before her eyes. The rune was only temporary, it would only last for an hour. If the battle lasted any longer than she would have to dash off to the sidelines to reapply the rune or she would be found out.

It was crucial for her to keep a close eye on the time when fighting, so no one saw her face. What if they saw her and reported her as _Azasarella, The Missing Angel_? She would be dead for all her crimes.

She quickly scribbled down the rune before she forgot it. Then she grabbed her weapons and drew the rune on her arm then hastily left the Lightwood House. On her way out she glanced at a mirror.

She looked different and could not recognise what herself! She studied her new features and ran out to the portal to the Citadel.

Plenty shadow-hunters had turned up to go to battle. She skimmed through the shadow-hunters until she saw them.

The Lightwoods. They had left without telling her! She fought the compulsion to talk to them about not telling her they were leaving.

The Inquisitor gave a little speech on inspiration to fight, but Clary did not listen. She was emerged in thoughts of her brother and the war ahead of her.

Screams and cheers erupted from the eager shadow-hunters. Then a portal was conjured up by Magnus Bane. He had come through the portal with the Lightwoods. Did they now allow down-worlders in Idris now? she thought but was snapped out of her thoughts when the shadow-hunters started going through the portal.

And with that she went through the portal, all glamoured up, ready to fight at the Citadel. Nothing would stop her.

**XxxX**

**Authors Note:**

**I keep forgetting to mention that from this point on will be following City Of Heavenly Fire's plot line. So if you have not read it then, this will include some tiny spoilers. Sorry! :( Oh and Max is dead… (Sorry if you have not read City of Glass yet. oops..) **

**Only seven chapters left! I have a idea for another story. A Sherlock story. It will not be long, probably less than 10 chapters… **

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**See you next Sunday! Or sooner… **

**-TwilightMortal**

**xx**


	11. Chapter 11: Missing Citadel

Missing Angel Chapter 11: Missing Citadel

_Previously on Missing Angel: And with that she went through the portal, all glamoured up, ready to fight at the Citadel. Nothing would stop her. _

**_XxxX_**

The portal had stopped swirling, she jumped out.

She had arrived at the Citadel of the Iron Sisters, she saw millions of dark shadow-hunters.

They looked like they were vampires with veins popping out of her heads at every odd angle. It looked disgusting.

Dark-shadow-hunters ambushed her from every corner. She killed one every 5 minutes. They were harder to kill than demons.

Clary had to admit that her brother, Damorenzo was good at creating dark shadow-hunters. She wanted to find her brother and talk him out war, it was a preposterous idea.

She fought her way through the mass of shadow-hunter turned dark shadow-hunters. Leaving a path of bodies, scattered around her.

Her arms were getting weary from shooting multiple arrows from her dependable bow, which she adored.

Looking around at the scene that surrounds her, she examined the fights between the good and bad shadow-hunters.

Every five dark shadow-hunters that died, one normal shadow-hunter died. She could not picture a future where the shadow-hunters had a vast population.

**XxxX**

Up ahead, Clary could see an opening. A cave. She immediately thought about her brother.

'What if he is hiding there?' she thought

Then she found that last piece of strength and will power to fight her way through the abundance of shadow-hunters.

As she fought through, she saw the Lightwoods fighting. Behind them a dark shadow-hunter was sneaking up behind them. And then it attacked. They were not anticipating an attack from behind.

They tried to fight it off but they failed. The dark shadow-hunter had stabbed Isabelle through her rib cage.

She dropped to the harsh ground. Jace and Alec tried to help her. The blade that had gone through her was forged with demon blood. It could kill her. Demon blood was lethal to shadow-hunters.

Clary couldn't watch Isabelle die. She was her friend. And friends couldn't watch friends die.

She rushed over to her and healed her with her blood.

Jace and Alec looked at Clary with dumbfounded gaze. Clary's blood could heal demon-related injuries or just normal injuries.

Clary then saw Isabelle's wound heal up. It was incredible sight to see.

"Thank you" Alec said, surprised "Who are you?"

"Someone that doesn't need to be noticed" she said, she made her voice sound different, an effect of the rune. Her identity didn't need to be acknowledged. _Yet. _

Then she walked off, leaving them grateful but confused by who their mystery healer was.

She continued her fighting to see her brother once more.

Killing her way through the crowd of shadow-hunters, she reached the cave.

Putting her bow and arrows away, she walked in.

She glanced back at her watch, she had half an hour left before her rune wore off and her real features came back.

Guards of dark shadow-hunters were positioned every metre to protect Damorenzo.

She wasn't suspected to be a normal shadow-hunter, since she had seen the way the dark shadow-hunters acted and she acted that way as well.

She passed all the guards safely. There was one last short obstacle between her and her long lost brother.

_A ninety degree right turn._

She carefully re-applied the rune which gave her the features she temporarily wears.

Then she entered.

"Master, we are losing too many. Shall we retreat?" said a squeaky, high pitched voice

'No, we need to stay and show we are strong and will not give up" said a familiar voice. Her brother, Damorenzo, now known to the Clave as Jonathan Morgenstern, the creator of dark shadow-hunters.

He had not changed at all. His white hair still flopped the same way and his eyes were darker than they were. Maybe they were conceived from what Valentine must have done to him when she fled, he may have needed a new test subject. Why did Valentine have to meddle with us? We did nothing to him.

She was overjoyed that her brother was right in front of her, but she was sad that she wasn't what she truly looked like then her brother would recognise her.

"Who are you?" He asked looking at Clary

Clary was stunned that he was finally talking to her. Fear kicked in as she had to think up a name, a name that he would not recognise or be something that links to their past.

"Grace Thomas" she said quickly, almost stuttering.

"I do not remember turning you"

"But you did. You turned me at the London Institute." she argued, trying not to reveal herself to her mental brother.

"Ahh. I see. Grace, we need you to fight" he said looking directly at her. He seemed like he was trying to remember if he turned her or not.

"I.. um…"

"What" he bellowed looking right in her leaf green eyes.

"I have fought" she said "I am tired, please let me rest"

"Rest? How old are you? Five?" he yelled

"Sorry master" she said sadly looking at the ground like she was a naughty child.

Clary felt weird, she called her own brother 'master'. She shook of the temptation to hug him and to be loyal to him, she has been lonely since she fled him and Valentine a thousand years ago.

"You should be. Go out and fight." He said

Quietly she heard him whisper "Weakling"

She took offence to this. As he had helped her train all those years ago.

She wandered back off to the battle field to find the dark shadow-hunters grabbing normal shadow-hunters to bring back to Damorenzo to turn, since they lost a lot of their fighters.

They knocked them out cold with a blow to the head and pulled by their ankles, back to the cave.

Then they all retreated help

Her brother was psychopath nutcase, who needed to be put in his place.

She finished exiting the cave from her odd conversation with her ape-like, demented brother.

In the end, she **_was_** going to fight her brother. He needed to be stopped. No matter what the sacrifice will be. She will fight him, to save the dying race of shadow-hunters. She was Azasarella.

**Authors Note:**

**Hi. I am alive.. **

**Sorry for not updating yesterday! BUT I HAVE A SIGNIFICANT REASON WHY! :) **

**I have recently had a bad-really bad headache and cough (I couldn't look at a screen for long), so I did not update. ****_The horror! _****But I have now! Yippee! ^_^**

**Thank you for the 5,000 views. When I uploaded this story, i would not get that much, so yeah. THANK YOU! **

**By the way, the name 'Grace' has no connection to the story at all. It was something to hide herself from her brother. **

**There is 6 chapters left and an epilogue. Sorry i messed it up. /:(**

**Anyway, enough of that. Please review, they mean so much to me. I love reviews. :) They might make me feel a little bit better! :) Hopefully! :) **

**(I may update later too!) **

**I should update next Sunday. If MissDramaAngel is not letting me update by keeping the computer to herself, then I will try for Monday Night. (UK time, obviously!)**

**-TwilightMortal**

**xx**


	12. Chapter 12: Missing Friends

Missing Angel Chapter 12: Missing Friends

_Previously on Missing Angel: In the end, she was going to fight her brother. He needed to be stopped. No matter what the sacrifice will be. She will fight him, to save the dying race of the shadow-hunters. She was Azasarella. _

**XxxX**

The battle had ended.

The shadow-hunters around her were healing themselves with healing runes.

Some were screaming out in immense pain, others were groaning in relief. Then Clary noticed that her normal features were coming back. She would be recognised.

Quickly, she drew up her own portal rune on a nearby wall and went through the portal, back to the Lightwood Manor House.

She pushed open the door and rushed back to the place where they left her.

In the library reading up on the history of shadow-hunters.

"That was a awesome fight" a voice said, from down the long hallway.

Then they all came bumbling into the library, hyped up about the battle that they had just been a part of.

"Clary. How was your afternoon?" Isabelle asked, dropping on to the nearest chair.

"Fine, thank you" she replied

"There was a mystery healer that healed Isabelle. It was incredible. I wanna know who that was" Jace said

"Oh" Clary said, they were happy about her healing Isabelle, but she had to conceal her blush, that would give away the fact that she was fighting at the Citadel and that she knew something about the healer. "Was she nice?"

"Yes, obviously. She healed Isabelle for no reason" Jace said

Clary then went back to reading her book. Which was the Codex. Surprisingly, it was interesting.

"We want to find the mystery girl" Alec said confidently

"Why?" she asked, trying not to make her voice go too high, showing she has a deep secret to hide.

"She saved me, It's obvious" Isabelle said, happy that she was still alive and able to kill demons.

Clary was happy, they appreciated her help without them knowing she helped them. Inside, she smiled, Clary was over-joyed.

**XxxX**

The Lightwoods spent the rest of the day, deciding who their mystery healer was. They had no clue that the healer was nearer than they thought…

They looked at the records of shadow-hunters glancing at their faces and trying hard to find their healer.

They had many long and painful arguments. Clary eventually put a silencing rune on her pale freckled skin. Their shouts were quieter and she could read her huge pile of books.

The time flew by quickly and Clary had read 4 books on shadow-hunter's history and demons. She had gained a significant amount of new knowledge just by reading a few books in one day.

**XxxX**

"Clary….. Clary.." Isabelle called, walking through the manor, until she found Clary. "There you are" she exclaimed happily

"Hi, Isabelle. What did you want to talk about?" Clary asked

"Well…." Isabelle said looking in the opposite direction of Clary.

"What is it Isabelle? You know you can talk to me about anything right?" Clary said

"Well, I have a friend coming over here tomorrow." Isabelle said quietly

"Who is it?" She asked

"A boy. He is a friend. Who is a boy. Alec and Jace tease me for having a boy-friend who is a vampire." Isabelle said nervously

"Why do they tease you Iz?" Clary asked

"I like him Clary. As in like-like" Isabelle said "I think I love him, but he seems to think me as a friend."

"What's his name?" Clary asked

"Simon Lewis."

The name rang a bell in Clary's head. Simon was the vampire who keep her updated on whether she needs to intervene and kill any vampire that steps out of line or if the vampires have any enemies that appear and if the vampires what them dead or not. She thinks those vampires as allies and friends.

Clary needed to tell Simon not to tell them about her. She doesn't want them to find out this way.

Isabelle and Clary talked about boys and random things that they laughed endlessly about. Clary thought it was nice talking to someone about things and not having to worry about anything else for a while.

After everyone else was sleeping, Clary snuck out of the Institute and went to find Simon at the Vampires house in Idris .

As she entered, vampires that were allowed in Idris, hissed at her and tried to attack her. Effortlessly she fought them of her without hurting them.

"Azasarella, why have you come here without telling me?" a familiar voice said coming out from the gloomy shadows of the house.

"Simon, this is important. Can we talk in private?" she asked

"Sure. Follow me" Simon said, leading her to the dark seating area of the shadowy house.

"So why have you come here?" he said, once they had sat down on a sofa that was clearly falling apart.

"Well, I know you will be seeing Isabelle and the Lightwoods tomorrow. I will be there. Please act like we have never met. It would be very helpful, as they do not know who I really am"

"Okay. Fine by me. Is that why you came?"

"Yes"

Casually, they talked about their lives since they last saw each other. At midnight, Clary left for the institute, since she needed some sleep.

**XxxX**

The next morning started how it normally did from when she first arrived in Idris. Training and breakfast.

Simon came around at ten and he kept his promise about not revealing her. They got to know each other all over again. Mentally, both Clary and Simon were laughing.

When Simon had left, she was thinking about the future. More specifically, her own. After the battle with her brother, meaning that everyone knows who she really is, she will stay and not hide anymore. As Clary is tired from hiding.

**XxxX**

**Author's Note:**

_I'm so sorry this took so long.. _

_I was ill and then I got heaps of homework I needed to do. _

_But.. I'm back now and getting better. I should be updating next Sunday (not tomorrow) as usual. _

_Thank you so much for the views.. 6,000! Thanks! But their is only 38 reviews. My maths isn't great, but barely anyone reviews. Its sad and doesn't push me to update, but to everyone who did… Thank you! You are all completely AWESOME! :) _

_5 chapters and an epilogue to go! (I might combine two chapters so they may be five…..)_

_Please review. (Even if you want to give any improvements, i'd love to hear it!) Reviews keeps me motivated. :) (Quicker updates too!) _

_Sorry for the longish authors note :(_

_Anyway.. Thank you! _

_-TwilightMortal_

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	13. Chapter 13: Missing Preparations

Missing Angel Chapter 13: Missing Preparations

_Previously on Missing Angel: When Simon left, she was thinking about the future. More specifically, her own. After the battle with her brother, meaning that everyone knows who she really is, she will stay and not hide any more. As Clary is tired of hiding. _

**XxxX**

The night for Clary was filled with fitful nightmares of demons and torture. When the shadow-hunters know who she really is, then they might hate her. Torture her. Imprison her. She just wants to be accepted as who she really is. Is that really hard to understand? she thought, looking at the dusty ceiling above her.

The mornings were painfully similar to last, she could do it in her sleep, but she didn't sleep walk. She ate cautiously, looking at everyone while they ate. She wondered what they would think of her when they knew that she had lied to them about who she was. They would hate her. And never look at her like the same way. They were her friends, she wouldn't give up trying to earn back her trust. However long it took, she would accomplish it.

**XxxX**

A couple of hours before the rest of the shadow hunters would awaken, Clary had got out of bed and sorted herself out for the gruesome battle that was placed in front of her. It was almost time that she would have to kill her brother for the sake of Idris and the Shadow hunters.

Only a few days ago, Simon had found her the stake that could end her brother's life. He deserved to die, he had turned shadow hunters to kill their own kin. He had watched while she suffered all those torturous times of pure agony which was her punishment for supposedly killing her own mother. Who would commit such a crime of killing a parent? Who would be able to live with the guilt?

She set her mind back to the dreaded day that ended her blissful happiness. She slowly sifted through the memory. She saw herself, mindfully drawing a portrait of her dearest mother while she sat in a simple pose looking adoringly at her beloved daughter. So suddenly, a crash was heard in the distance, they looked out of a instinctual reflex to see the anticipated danger, her brother breaching the huge stone doors. Then quickly he raced to his mothers side and slit her throat, which was too fast for an unaware angel. Blood poured down her neck like rain emigrating from a cloud in a storm. Clary mouth flew open at the sight of her mothers impending death.

Clary saw herself running to her mother and trying to stop the bleeding with her artists hands but she died in her arms, with her attention elsewhere, her brother placed the knife near her weeping body. The higher ranked angels propelled themselves into the room and found them.

They had accused her for killing her mother since the evidence had proven her to be guilty considering that her hands were covered in blood and knife was laying closest to her. She was put on a trial which her brother testified to see her slit her mothers throat while he begged her not to. The angel judge found her guilty of patricide.

And so the angles turned against her and she was turned into an assassin since they claimed her to be_ "A cold-blooded killer"_. She was trained to kill, they made her into a weapon. She was the first shadow hunter but Raziel took away the glory and gave to to Jonathan Shadowhunter. From that moment on, Clary began to despise him for the malevolent angel he is.

'The Lilith and Raziel would probably get on' she thought, while she sharpened her blades and made more arrows for her trusted bow; her first choice of a weapon to murder her brother like he murdered their mother and shoved the consequences on to her. She would murder him like the so called_ "A cold-blooded killer" _that she was considered to be.

She hid her weapons away with a 'Disguise rune' of her own creation. She lay on the bed, thinking of a scheme that would get the stake near her brother without him observing the stake so he couldn't use it on her. That would mean the end of the shadow hunters, all because of a mishap with a stake on her behalf. She dreamt up situation on how to reveal herself and protect the people of Idris while she fought with her brother.

She could-

"Morning!" said a tired voice. It was Izzy.

"What is it Iz?" she asked

"The Clave has found some evidence that Jonathan will be in Idris in less than three hours! We need to prepare" Izzy said, running to the kitchen to have a quick breakfast. Clary leaped out of bed at the knowledge of her brother. She pulled on some clothes and went to the kitchen.

"-leave the cooking to me, Iz. We need a quick breakfast not a quick death" Jace said trying to push Izzy from the kitchen.

"I can do it" Clary said "I can do it quicker than all of you" They stopped immediately and turned to see her.

"Really?" Alec said unbelieving

"Just watch me" she said, smirking as she started to make the pancakes as they watched her with disbelieving eyes.

In under 3 minutes, Clary had 6 pancakes ready to eat.

"Yikes. You are great!" Izzy said smiling

"I have to be. When your on the run you need speedy reflexes" Clary said after she had eaten her pancake

"On the run from what?" Alec said curiously, trying to extract information

Clary ignored the question, she didn't want to waste time. "How can I help today?"

"By staying here, out of harms way" Jace said

"I want to help. I am great at healing" Clary urged

"No."

"Please"

"No"

"Pretty Please" she begged

"No, this is final." Jace said "You have no knowledge on how to defend yourself"

"I certainly do" she muttered so quietly that they couldn't hear her.

"Your staying here" Jace said sternly

"Iz, Alec please back me up here" Clary said feeling all eyes on her

"Sorry but we agree, you are safer here" Izzy said

With that Clary turned around and left the kitchen.

The recent conversation with the Lightwoods gave Clary the motivation to grab her gear and weapons. She was ready for this. Her bow was in her hands, the arrows in her quiver that was slung on her back. Then she found her satchel that was under her bed. She located the stake and left the room, she pulled up her hood so no one would recognise her. She found her way to Angel square where she would fight her brother.

She sat down on the statue of her late mother, which was positioned perfectly out of sight.

"This is it"

**Authors Note:**

_Words cannot express how sorry I am. Things kept getting in the way. In the meantime I have started to write the Sherlock fanfic, since I got a tiny bit of writers block for this chapter. (The writers block has now gone) __SlightlyStrangeGirl __says the first chapter is great… Thank you! :) _

_I have been thinking that I might write a long battle sequence which is the NEXT CHAPTER! Then only one chapter before a sweet Clace epilogue. _

_Thank you for all the reviews and favourites. I came back to 6 more reviews and more favourites/follows. You guys are the best! _

_If the argument was a bit rushed, I'm sorry, I wanted to post this as quick as I could for the loyal readers I have. _

_Please keep reviewing, they are what is motivating me to write the next chapter, which by the way will have two deaths. I am not saying who but I know you will kill me for who I will kill who _**_HINT HINT_**_ is a main character. _

_-TwilightMortal_

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	14. Chapter 14: Missing Conclusion

Missing Angel Chapter 14: Missing Conclusion

_Previously on Missing Angel: She sat down on the statue of her late mother, which was positioned perfectly out of sight. "This is it"_

**XxxX**

Shadow hunters piled into the square, unaware of Clary and her protection rune that covered the ground, where they stood. It was like a magical bubble protecting them from harm or more especially her brother.

He arrived through a portal rune. Which Clary had previously created, it pissed her off that he was using her rune. The real question was how did he learn it?

**XxxX**

"Hello shadow hunters!" he said with a smirk. "I guess you figured that I was coming?"

"Yes, Jonathan. Why are you here?" The inquisitor asked bravely, slowly walking forwards to greet him

"To fight? Isn't it obvious?" he mocked, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"I did too" Clary said. All eyes flew to her. She jumped of the statue, landing with effortless grace.

"Who are you?" he asked

"You don't recognise me?"

"Should I recognise you?"

"You should"

"Stop this utter nonsense and tell me the bloody hell who you are!"

"Well brother" she paused "The name that I go by now is Clary but you may recognise me as the missing angel? Azasarella?"

"Sister" he said sarcastically "What a lovely surprise" he clapped his hands together like he meant serious business.

The word 'sister' echoed around the square. Clary cautiously looked towards the Lightwoods, they seemed shaken and confused. They knew, There was no backing down now. She was ready for it.

"Azasarella" the inquisitor breathed "W..w...Why are you here?" He asked, his voice breaking due to pure amazement.

"To kill my beloved brother before he harms any more precious shadow-hunter." Clary said with devil-like voice.

"Why do you want to kill me?" He asked innocently

"For murdering our mother and framing me" she yelled. Clary grabbed her bow and released a few arrows right into his leg. He yelped in pain but pulled them out, without too much pain.

"So you found out. Well I won't miss our mother, she was too delicate, definitely not like you." He mocked with a gleeful smile.

Without another thought, she shot three more arrow in a few seconds, she then put away her bow and drew her swords. They glowed light blue, like the colour of the Atlantic sea.

"If this is how you want to fight then I will not stop you" he said fairly and he drew his own sword which glowed bright red like blood. So much like the blood of his victims. Dousing it in their blood, while standing over his victim's life-less body.

"Fine" she muttered

They leapt at each other like lions, fighting over their food. The sounds of seraph blades clashing echoed around for miles, the siblings kept moving and flinging themselves around like they were invincible and impassable.

After a while, they stopped, like they needed to catch their breaths but they didn't need to.

"Why did you start turning shadow-hunters?" she asked holding a sword to his neck as a threatening gesture.

"To have an army."

She looked at him with pure disgust

"What?" he asked "Wouldn't you want a personal army that you could conquer the world with?"

"I could do that on my own, so why can't you? Too lazy?" she mocked him, showing her derisive smile.

He growled

"Well, you were never the one to fight your own battles" she said simply

"You never did"

"Because you and Raziel were too busy torturing me for supposedly 'killing' my own mother?" she shouted before cutting his leg with her knife.

"You stupid bitch." he said, trying to tend to his shallow wound. "You will pay for this!"

"Really? Just for cutting your leg? How much trouble can I get in?" she mocked sarcastically, acting like she was actually afraid but she feigned to fear him.

"You are getting severely punished for leaving the angel universe."

"Why? I didn't want to. Before I fell, I felt hands on my back pushing me out the universe!" She shouted at him, trying to define her fury.

He smiled like he knew something that was concealed from her. She wanted to know.

Like magic, a voice came from the sky.

"Oh my" she said once she had figured out what was about to happen. She looked to the ground and swung her sword around on the ground, engraving circles into the grass. She looked like a shy little girl, who was seemingly innocent.

"Azasarella, you have committed several crimes and you must be punished according to our laws" a familiar voice said

"Raziel, were you sent? Did my charming brother still serve you? Isn't he old enough to look after himself?" She said

"Your brother works on his own terms. He desired to come to earth and find you and then end you as punishment for all your grievous sins."

"Do you still me to suffer? I think I have suffered too much at your hands alone" she yelled at the air "Let me live and you will never hear of me again. I will disappear."

"It is far passed the time for noble sacrifice" Then Raziel disappeared into the cloud.

"I guess it is" she said quietly

She drew out the stake from her jacket pocket.

"You mean to kill me" he said, his face solemn and heart-broken.

A few seconds past. His face turned into a smirk. "You love killing, don't you?" He laughed, he exploded into a fit of laughter.

She took this sudden opportunity to strike.

As she went to plunge the stake into his chest, towards his dark heart, a hand grabbed the stake.

"You honestly think I would come here and not trained enough to see a sneak attack coming from miles away?" He said, slowly looking around to look her dead in her eyes.

Clary looked frightened. He had figured out her master plan. Her life was hanging in the balance. Would she survive this epic showdown?

**XxxX**

He prised the stake out of her frail fingers. Then aimed the stake towards her heart. Her heart flew into action, it picked up the steady pace and hammered against her chest, making her body ache with pain.

He smiled, knowing that he was going to kill her and she had a terrified but gruelling smile that plastered her freckled face.

With all her energy, she forced it to direct the stake away from her heart. Her hands tried to push him away but every weak attempt failed.

Suddenly, he was pulled backwards. She breathed a sigh of relief. She stood up straight and straightened her jacket and swept her long and curly red hair out of her face.

Turning around, she looked for what or who had saved her life. Behind her brother was the clan of vampires. In front of the mighty clan was Simon.

"Simon, no" she whispered, hoping her silent prayer would be heard and acted upon.

"Ahh. Vampires." He said turning to face them, saying "Is she" he pointed at Clary "-forcing you to fight?"

"No. This is of our own volition" Simon said, being the courageous leader he was.

"So you are marching you merrily way to death?" He joked.

"No. We are here to assist Azasarella in battle, however we can" Simon said looking sympathetically at her. She smiled weakly at him. She didn't want him to die for her.

"Whoever is an ally of hers is an enemy of mine" he said. "Go to your deaths, knowing that you died in battle"

"NO" Clary screamed, running towards a brave-hearted Simon, but she was too late.

Damorenzo used his angel powers over the earth to move the clouds to let the sun shine brightly.

And so, the vampires burned, they yelped and screamed out in pain. Their skin turning a horrible coal like colour.

After all the commotion had died down, a pile of charred bodies littered the square.

Damorenzo, smiled a gleeful smile, he was pleased with the outcome.

"You will pay for this." She screamed viciously. She ran at him with all her remaining strength, he obviously wasn't prepared for this attack. She easily drew out the stake from out of his strong hold. With her agility, she quickly stabbed him through his chest, she had staked him through the heart.

He looked down at his chest, sorrow filled his heart. He looked longingly at his sister.

"I just wanted to live in peace, you threatened it. I just wanted peace" he said

"Ave atque vale Damorenzo. You got what you deserved." She said, his body had turned to stone, in the position he had died in.

She looked at her brother, incased in rock solid stone. She thought about what to do next, but there was only one option left. So, she kicked it until it turned to dust. All her frustration and anger went out on that lump of stone.

When her rage had subsided, she looked back at the stone, it was in tiny minuscule pieces.

Then, pleased with his demise, she looked at the shadow-hunters, awaiting her fate.

**Authors note: **

**Wow. I'm so sorry about the my long absence. I was going to update on my birthday but mock exams and other projects got in the way. I'm back now. There is only one chapter and then the epilogue left. :)**

**I'm sorry that I killed Simon, I felt it would give her the motivation to kill him. There wasn't much of a battle, I wanted a confrontation than a battle. **

**What you guys think of the new Shadowhunter cast? I think they are amazing! **

**I don't own the mortal instruments, the amazing Cassandra Clare does. **

**I will try to update as quick as possible. Thanks for sticking with me. You guys are the best! Please review, it makes me update quicker! **

**Thankyou! (Anyone spot the hunger games reference?) ;)**

**-TwilightMortal**

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	15. Chapter 15: Missing Conversations

Missing Angel Chapter 15: Missing Conversation

_Previously on Missing Angel: Then, pleased with his demise, she looked at the shadow-hunters, awaiting her fate. _

**XxxX**

"So.." She said, slowly looking up to face the Clave.

"Azasarella, is it really you?" A young boy asked

"Yes it is. And I'm here in the flesh" she announced proudly, beaming at the frightened little boy.

"I thought you were a myth and a scary monster from a bedtime story that would kill us in our sleep" he said terror seeping into his voice

"Stupid family" she cursed under her breath

"I only kill those who harm or threaten the lives of the Shadowhunters. I am fiercely protective." She said

"Really?" The inquisitor asked "Why?"

"Shadowhunters are a dying race" she said "I created all the runes and all the weapons, it was my blood that was in the Mortal cup. Raziel just took the glory, like the selfish bastard he is. So it feels like my duty to protect you."

"Why did you fake your identity?" Said Jace, who walked up to the front of the crowd. He wanted answers, he really couldn't be blamed, Clary had lied.

"I know you would judge me as soon as you knew who I am and take a dislike to me. I wanted your first opinion of me to be as someone else, then when I reveal myself. You would know me from your own opinion, not just know me from the tales who is presumed to be a _cold-blooded killer_" she said shuddering at her mention of cold-blooded killer.

Everyone around her was silent. She anxiously waited for a response. But when she got one she was heartbroken.

Words such as: _liar_, _fraud_, _con artist_ and _rogue_ dispersed through the square.

"Have you noticed that there is a magical bubble incasing you?" She said, trying to get their attention, without threatening them or frightening them. She would hate herself if she gave them a bad first impression.

"What blasphemy are you talking about?" said a random male Shadowhunter, he walked up to the Inquisitor.

"Try to walk towards me." She stated simply

"Why?" He asked "Why should I listen to you?"

"Just do it" she said frustratedly but tried not to raise her voice.

He walked towards her, with his green seraph blade in his hands. When he had reached the bubble he bounced back, startled at this unusual thing that had occurred.

"What have you done?" The inquisitor asked raising his voice

"I was protecting you from my brother."

"We don't need your help"

"He is two thousand years old, could you protect yourself from him?" She said questionably

"No.. That's not the point!" He said "As Inquisitor, I sentence you to death"

"Hold up, why?" She asked, putting her hands up to show her innocence "I've done nothing wrong!"

"You have killed your brother and your mother"

"I didn't kill my mother, my brother did and he framed me. Didn't you hear that my brother confess not so long ago? Also, I killed my brother to save the Shadowhunter race."

"Lies" they all shouted, it was like an echo, creeping up to her.

"You know I could leave you guys to rot in this magical bubble while I live for the rest of eternity basking in the knowledge that you are stuck." She yelled furiously

The community of Shadowhunters started to groan and curse her to depths of hell.

"But I'm not that type of person." She said quietly

"The knowledge that you think you know about me are lies, spread my malicious family, so if you find me you will hand me over to them. Please give me a chance, I can help you, my blood cures demon blood related injuries." She begged

"She's right." said a voice "At the Citadel of the Iron Sisters, I was stabbed with a blade with demon blood, I was healed by a random stranger with their blood. Now, that you said your blood cured demon injuries, I put two and two together. Thank you for saving me, Clary." It was Isabelle "Ohh sorry. Azasarella"

Clary smiled.

Clary wandered over to the rune that held up the magical bubble and smudged it out with her right foot. They were free of the protection rune.

"The bubble has gone. You are free."

Many Shadowhunters yelled "GET HER!" They ran at her with their weapons ablazing.

Without hesitation, Clary opened her wings and flew up, just flying out of reach.

They all breathed out in pure amazement and anger, she could fly away without any more hassle.

"I am trustworthy" she said

Murmurs of _she is not trustworthy, just a cold blooded killer _flew around the square like little birds.

"I have killed a man that threatened the lives of Shadowhunters. I am willing to what ever it takes to earn your trust" she said, trying not to sound desperate.

"Why should we trust you?"

"I have been alone all my life, only recently I have found where I belong, with my kind; Shadowhunters"

"Your an angel-demon hybrid. You are the only one of your kind"

"I hate being half demon, if I could I would renounce it, sadly it is engraved into my DNA. I had to learn to live with it. To be honest, I despise demons, I hate that side of myself"

The inquisitor, looked like he was off in deep thought.

"I want to be trusted, I would love to spend my eternal life devoted the Shadowhunters. It would be an honour." She said

"Fine, any step out of line, then we will hand you over to Raziel." He said, looking like he had started to regret his decision

"Thank you, I will try to earn everyone's trust and be a part of the Shadowhunter community." She said breathing a sigh of relief, then she floated down and hid away her wings.

Once she had landed, she walked of to heal after the battle. Walking off to the sidelines was easy.

The wary demon hunters had made a line for her to walk down, they didn't trust her She was a half demon, something that they were trained to hate, fear and kill.

She walked down the line looking at the Shadowhunters, feeling unloved and abandoned. They seemed like they were using her to defeat her savage brother.

She quickly found a dainty picnic bench and sat down, her body aching all over from the callous battle with her brother.

She checked her pockets for her stele. Once she had it in her hands, she drew numerous durable runes to heal her wounds. They burned her sore wounds but fixed her quicker than an average rune would.

She lay her head back and closed her weary eyes, she was happy that there was no more imminent threats.

"So, you can defend yourself then" a voice said, it sounded like Isabelle

She peeked through her eye lids to see the Lightwoods.

"Yep" she said sheepishly

"Who could have thought? Clary, an angel" said Jace

"Only half!" She joked

"How can we not see your runes? Or don't you have any?"Alec asked curiously

"I use a special glamour that hides them from Shadowhunters and mundanes" she said tracing the glamour rune on her left arm, then all her runes faded into view.

"Why does Raziel hate you?" Jace asked

"I supposedly killed my mother who is his sister"

"If you are half demon, who is your father?" Alec wondered

"Asmodeus"

"Your related to Magnus then!" He exclaimed

"I guess I am. Can we stop the twenty questions, please it's getting a bit irritating" Clary said

"Just one question please. Why didn't you trust us with your identity?" Jace asked

"When your on the run, you get a habit of not telling people deep and dark secrets. I can't just say out of the blue who I really am. You would think I'm nuts. Finally, you must have read about me in the books that tell nothing but lies" she said truthfully

"So now, you just reveal your identity to lots of people. Why not start small?" Jace said

"I guess I got swept up being someone else with no bad history, that I wanted to be her. Now it was either revealing myself to lots of people who I could save or not reveal myself and watch them get murdered. It's not really a choice." She announced "I'm two thousand years old, with a bit of baggage, I can't really be blamed for wanting to be someone who has nothing to worry about"

"Can we start anew? We can all leave the past behind us and being a fresh" Isabelle articulated

"Okay" they all agreed, they all felt happier.

"Don't worry about calling me Azasarella anymore. I hated that stupid name. Call me Clary." She expressed

The Lightwoods agreed to her terms, as Azasarella was too hard to pronounce!

She was happy, they had accepted her! All her previous concerns had evaporated. She wasn't on the run, she had a place to call home. She had friends that she could trust.

She was finally happy.

_Authors note: _

_Wow. Only the epilogue left. Two updates in two days. Aren't I quick? _

_Not many reviews for the last chapter. Bit disappointed but things can always change. :) I can't wait to write the epilogue that will be set 5 years in the future. _

_I hope that the Shadowhunters not trusting her was realistic, she is half demon and did lie about who she is. Please tell me if its not realistic so I can edit it. :)_

_I don't own the mortal instruments! _

_More reviews I get the quicker I will write that epilogue. ;)_

Thankyou!

-TwilightMortal

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	16. Epilogue: Missing Epilogue

Missing Angel: Epilogue

_Previously on Missing Angel: She was finally happy._

_**5 years later...**_

"...no, your doing it wrong!" Clary said laughing

"I do know how to throw knives Clary. I'm not an idiot" Jace said, he was a bit annoyed, Clary kept stopping him, telling him 'he wasn't doing it right.'

"Yeah, well your doing it wrong!" She said

"I'm not!" He protested

"You are!" She countered

"No I'm not!" He insisted

"Well you are." She said smirking "I've been alive _a lot_ longer than you, so I have trained longer than you. I know things" she ended their short lived but long argument. She walked up to where he was standing and helped him sort out whatever he was doing wrong.

"Perfect!" She said smiling

"You just moved my hand a little bit to the right. It was already perfect" he uttered

"It is now!" She commented, she turned around to look at Isabelle and smiled.

It had been five years since she killed her brother. Since then, Clary and Isabelle had become parabatai. Clary loved having a parabatai. She had taught them about the history that she had lived through and helped them hone some new fighting skills.

Something that couldn't be forgotten was Simon and his sacrifice. They were all close friends with Simon, even though he was a vampire. So naturally, they all grieved for him in their own special ways.

Clary had felt his loss more deeply, he had saved her which meant being killed himself. All because he saved her. He knew that he was going to be killed but he had done it anyway. He was too selfless to die.

Instead of just going by themselves, they brought Clary with them in hunts. She was always the bait, as she could lead the demons astray. They would easily be fooled as she used the 'I hate Angels and Shadowhunters' trick to lure them into a room where the Lightwoods were hiding and waiting to strike. It was the perfect plan for the perfect gang of New York Shadowhunters.

The warning Clary got from the Inquisitor all those years ago, was dismissed. She hadn't stepped over the line and helped them in any way she could. The once wary Shadowhunters had finally accepted her as one of their own.

She was finally accepted.

Every time she went to Idris, young and enthusiastic Shadowhunters looked to her with admiration. They all began to be inspired by her. They all wanted to be exactly like her. She was all too happy to teach some children some defence techniques when they finally old enough.

Shadowhunters didn't look upon her with fear, they looked at her with happiness and hope for the near future. She was planning a five year celebratory party to celebrate her being accepted and her reappearance to the Shadowhunters. She didn't know why she called it a party but it felt right to call it a party. The 'party' was being held in 2 days where she had reappeared.

All Shadowhunters knew that they were in safe hands, she had deemed them in her protection against any huge demon attacks. Nothing would damage the population of Shadowhunters ever again.

The days leading up to the party, Isabelle had decorated the square and picked out outfits. Clary let Isabelle go wild, Jace and Alec advised her not to but Isabelle gave a compelling argument.

**XxxX**

The party was a huge success. Nearly everyone who was a Shadowhunter turned up, even some Downworlders. Balloons of different colours were hung on street lamps and fairy lights were placed around the square. It was magical. A canopy of a variety of flowers dangled over their heads.

Worries of demons and other unnecessary concerns were banished away. Nothing troublesome was allowed at this party. It was a party of happiness and celebration.

Everyone had smiles upon their faces. Laughter was heard from every direction. Clary was satisfied. The party lasted all night. By the end, she was dead on her feet. Everyone had spoken to her, they thanked her for everything and talked about random nothingness.

She found the bench where she had healed herself all those years ago. She sat down and thought about what had lead her to where she was at now.

"I thought I might find you here" said Jace, appearing next to her. He sat down next to her and looked at her

"It feels so peaceful here." She muttered staring of into space

"I agree, I always knew there was something different about you, I couldn't put my finger on it" he admitted "I never thought you would be an actual angel."

She laughed "Well people aren't always what they seem to be"

"Yeah."

"Please don't say that cliché pick-up line; 'Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?' because it really did!"

Now it was his turn to laugh.

"I won't!" He promised

"I'm finally have every thing I ever would have dreamed of" she thought, thinking back to where she was a decade ago.

Jace looked like he was off into head but then he leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. "I just had to do that" he said. She just blushed. She knew she was where she belonged. Here with her family; the Lightwoods.

She had found ever-lasting happiness.

End.

**Authors note: **

**A wonderful epilogue for the wonderful fans I have received during writing this Fanfiction. **

**An almost clace kiss. ;)**

**I WILL NOT WRITE A SEQUEL. This story has no other routes it could follow for another story. Personally, I would love to wrote a few one shots in the future of what happens to them. If I do this it would be after I finish the Twilight story. This would be far of into the future. It may not even happen, but hold out hope. (If you desperately want one, PM me a idea! I may just write it! I'm really friendly!)**

**Thankyou for all the wonderful feedback and support. I have really appreciated them all. I send virtual cookies to all my wonderful fans. ;) **

**Thank you for loving my crazy story! I never would have thought so many people would love this! :)**

**Thank you a million!**

**Until we meet again! :)**

**-TwilightMortal **

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Mortal Instruments, Mystery, Supernatural