entj ; the commander.
the mortal instruments has taken over my life. reading isn't a hobby anymore, it's an addiction that has no form of rehabilitation.
This was him, then. Jonathan Morgenstern, whom everyone called Sebastian a figure out of a fairy tale, a story told to frighten children, come to life. Valentine’s son.
Small AU drabble: Seraphina & Sebastian Morgenstern, siblings with demonic blood coursing through their veins, take over the New York Institute. Courtesy of the idea goes to this lovely.
“Sister dear, will you pass me his seraph blade? We cannot have our subjects armed, can we?” Sebastian’s soft, melodic voice rang throughout the Library of the New York Institute. The large space which they occupied forced his voice to resonate, giving it a haunting quality.
“Of course.” Seraphina Morgenstern replied, her voice like the tinkling of wind chimes on a breezy Summer day.
With the agility of a panther, she plucked a seraph blade from the weapon’s belt of a young, fair haired, and quiet handsome shadowhunter. “You won’t need this anyway,” The girl chuckled. It was times like this that revealed how much malice there truly was in her heart. She was amused by the certain doom her brother would install onto these shadowhunters.
As she returned to her position beside the evidently older Morgenstern, it was perceptible how much of a juxtaposition the two truly were when it came to appearances. Him tall, willow, all shadows and pallor. Her lacking height and having scarlet hair, which if compared to Sebastian’s looked like drops of blood on snow; stark and beautiful in an unearthly way. But one thing bound them together; something stronger than the righteousness of the nephilim… Demonic blood. No one could say Valentine Morgenstern wasn’t creative. It coursed through their veins, turning them into malevolent beings who while appeared to be shadowhunters, acted nothing like them. Of course, the blood wasn’t the only factor involved that turned her into an evil being. She was /demolished/ into this creature by living years with a father who lacked love for his children. And Sebastian had only abided further when it came to turning her into a demonic creature.
The girl — no, no; that adjective could not be employed to describe her, she was more of a poison embedded into a female form, handed the heavenly weapon to her brother.
“Seraphina, shall we have them dawdle around as our servants for a bit?” The live Valentine copy glanced down at his sibling, a sort of fondness passing through his features. The only kind of human emotion Sebastian would permit himself to feel was affection and only for his sister.
A question was forming on her lips. Do you think Father would allow that? It was a genuine inquiry; Seraphina, much like Sebastian, was always seeking their Father’s approval. Before the reply could slip from her crimson stained lips, an expletive broke the silence. Her head whipped around, narrowing at the source which emitted the foul swear word.
“Why are all the hot ones always evil?” Inquired the same blonde boy from whom she had taken the seraph blade earlier. His golden eyes shone like a divine fire; untamed and capable of destruction, as he stared her down. A smirk laced his lips. The simple embellishment to his features seemed to make him evidently more menacing. A blade gleamed in his hands. It was rather mesmerizing how much he resembled an avenging angel.
“Do you understand now, silly girl? We are all needed here. Simon to die. Jace to live. Jonathan to return. And you, Valentine’s daughter, to be the catalyst for it all.”
On the cover of City of Heavenly Fire, Clary is wearing white.
The color of funerals is white, in the Shadowhunter world. So what if Simon dies?
Now onto Jonathan to return. What if it doesn’t particularly mean back to life? But what if it means he returns to his old self? Not the evil Sebastian?
“My name is Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern. I had a father but he is dead. I have a mother but she is dead to me. I have brother and I will bind him to me. I have a sister and I will teach her to love me. My name is Jonathan, but everyone calls me Sebastian. And I am going to burn down the world.”
His eyes shone when he looked at her, green as spring grass.
He has always had green eyes, said the voice in her head. People often marvel at how much alike you are, he and your mother and yourself. His name is Jonathan and he is your brother; he has always protected you.
Somewhere in the back of Clary’s mind she saw black eyes and whip marks, but she didn’t know why. He’s your brother. He’s your brother, and he’s always taken care of you.
There were dozens of papers with complex numerical and alchemical figuring on them, and even a piece of stationery that began My beautiful one in Sebastian’s cramped handwriting. —City of Lost Souls
Tears burned at the back of her throat, and it was all she could do to hold them off as her brother turned to her, his black eyes very bright. “You called for me,” he said.
“He wanted to give himself up to the Clave,” she whispered, not sure who she was defending herself to. She had done what she’d had to, used the only weapon at hand, even if it was one she despised. “They would have killed him.”
“You called for me,” he said again, and took a step toward her. He reached out and lifted a long lock of her hair away from her face, tucking it back behind her ear. —Sebastian (Jonathan Morgenstern) & Clary Fray, City of Lost Souls.
