monsters aren't born.

  one of the last to leave through the portal - due to the task he’d been assigned by his father ( kill all those left behind ) - he’d straightened up. and undergone the reformation into one of THEIRS; jace’s friend, clary’s boyfriend, a confused mutant receiving a mysterious invitation to an undisclosed location and coincidentally deciding to attend. jace’s voice is the first thing heard, as he steps through the portal, and it closes behind him. he would have to inform his father of his failure later - and of how their adversaries were more formidable than previously estimated. alas - a problem for the later hours. his saving face must of course be granted. “indeed.” walking over to jace, putting a smile on his face. “it appears we have stumbled our way right into the middle of a revolution.” presenting a calm but excited facade, looking around. the information flowing steadily in from their causes across the globe, the new recruits they’d manage to garner; clarissa and jonathan among them. perhaps it was a success to overcome his failure. indoctrination before the word could be spread about the massacre they’d intended to carry out. “and to think i wasn’t going to come. - is clary here? i told her i wasn’t coming tonight but i had a change of heart.” 

  operations such as this one took time, and patience. in himself, he’d hatched a plan so intrinsically elaborate that success was essentially assured. had thought of every detail - every response. entirely intent on success because really, what was his alternative? failure? after years of working, progress? he’d never be trusted again. his only option was to SUCCEED.   “jonathan will join us. he’s - likeminded. and with all due respect father - i believe he already KNOWS what decision he’s going to make.” if their stint in the bar was any indication. all it took was one minimal cut to his hand and then - companionship was born. understanding of one another; bonding over their mutual belief in equality, and their essential immortality. they would grow to outlive many; there was a bond in being the only other individual to understand the reality they might once have to face.  “it seemed as though it was a natural progression. and all jonathan’s idea - he trusts me enough to set me up with his beloved sister.” used to both the psychological and physical torture, he did little more than wince when valentine started to sift through his memories. through his consciousness. albeit the physical torture was slightly more painful, but it GALVANIZED him. it would heal in due course, regardless. “i am.” certainty under his father’s harsh grip, refusing to acknowledge any weakness within their dynamic. “i’ll hasten the plan.” this type of persuasion - raw and aggressive - was one he knew well. one that worked well. 

"father." greeting his father,  his teacher, his superior as such. posture rigid, shoulders straight. ever the good soldier. "the plan is working. i think jace will co-operate if pushed; he's already unknowingly a supporter for the cause. equality for all mutants." jaw tensed, looking over the operation that was alive all through the night. through the years, slowly gaining precedence. their time was coming. "and clarissa - thinks i’m her new boyfriend.” glib in his small, perverted victory. HE WOULD DO WHATEVER THE CAUSE REQUIRED.  @rcisehcll

  ‘jace lightwood. formerly morgenstern - raised by valentine morgenstern prior to adolescence. weak but stubborn. seen unfit for the cause. ( discharged. ) then raised by maryse lightwood - previously married to robert lightwood ( aid ).’ the file was descriptive. and he’d spent sufficient time combing over it - memorising the information that would be essential to the adequate conduction of this mission. to his - their - eventual success. the file also listed his brother’s most recent place of work - a bar downtown. barely two miles away from where he currently was. it was the perfect cover - introduce himself as a new patron, order a few drinks, strike up pleasant conversation. then accidentally lacerate his hand on a glass he would drop. only for it to heal moments later. then they would bond over their shared powers - over the joys of their mutations. and the injustices they brought. ( then recruitment could begin. ) walking into the establishment, he surveys the place briefly as he walks inside. externally putting on the appearance of any man in his twenties, smiling at a few of the other patrons when they glance over at him. jace moves into his line of sight as he moves closer to the bar, eventually taking a seat on one of the stools. only a spot or two away from jace. perusing the menu momentarily and feigning confusion - turning his attention the man walking beside him. “hey man - what’s good here?” @wcylnds

  “we’ll bring them in. alive.”  he finally speaks, having remained silent thus far. despite his opposition to one order. it was an irritation, this bridle to behave - johnathan and clarissa must be brought in alive, despite their transgressions - their evident avoidance of the cause. but he was always the good soldier. the committed soldier. standing by his father’s side from an early age; camille had been a substantially useful addition to the team. and prior to getting to know her, he had actually felt some empathy towards her. finding and rescuing her had cemented his faith in his father’s cause once and all. and if they had to kill a few humans along the way, slaughter those that opposed his father, it was collateral damage. “have some faith in us, father.” snatching the folder camille was keeping behind her back and flipping through it’s contents. gathering a brief summary of the information it held. clarissa was stubborn, and johnathan was arrogant. ( comparable to himself in that manner. ) shutting the folder, he crosses his arms. “magnus bane, in particular.” he stands up straighter, sparing a glance at camille. “clarissa’s brother. we can appeal to her through him.” he may be ready to kill for his cause, but he had some tact. he could weave his way through manipulation and blackmail if the situation required so.