Clary Fray's fiery hair flew behind her as she rushed down the halls of the New York Institute.

She turned to look behind her to ensure that nobody was following, and then continued to the library. It was eerily quiet and deserted, the whispers of untold stories from the books the only sound to be heard. She looked behind her one last time, and pulled out her stele, and drew a rune on the wall.

The stele swirled artfully, creating powerful patterns that only she would understand. The rune glowed, and expanded, revealing the iridescent, mirror like surface of a Portal.

Clary stepped through gracefully. She appeared on the other side, at the base of the DemonTowers in Alicante. The towers shimmered faintly in the silvery moonlight. She turned around to find a familiar face staring back at her.

"Sebastian," she whispered lovingly, as he pulled her into a passionate embrace.

"It's been so long," he whispered, caressing her cheek with a touch as smooth as silk . "Have they begun to suspect anything yet?" he asked.

"Not a thing." She responded. "Soon I will be able to live with you again." Sebastian licked his lips as a cold smile spread across his face.

"Good." He said. "The day is approaching. Soon we will retake the Clave, and rejoin the demons that spawned us." Clary responded with a smile as cold as ice, her green eyes briefly glowing black. "Soon." She said. They were perfect. Made for each other.

Authors Note-

What do you think? Should I leave as a one shot, or turn it into a story. This is darker than I usually write, so please do review, and I don't mind flames. Thanks!