The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones Page #3

we'd be dead.

He saved our lives more times

than I care to admit.

Right.

The legend goes...

The Crusaders summoned an angel.

The Angel Raziel.

Raziel poured his blood into a Cup...

and those who drank from it became

half angel, half human.

Shadowhunters.

As did their children

and their children's children.

Beings of immense power.

Strong enough to restore balance...

and protect the world

in a war against evil...

a war that can never be won...

but must always be fought.

Demons don't die easily.

Whereas we...

we remained all too mortal.

Why didn't they just use the Cup

to create more Shadowhunters?

Valentine's exact words.

The Clave, the Keepers of the Cup,

they were afraid of using its power.

They knew that hardly anyone

who drank from it survived.

Valentine Morgenstern drew

a circle of friends together...

young idealistic Shadowhunters. ..

To help him steal the Mortal Cup

from the Clave.

But he didn't want to

protect humanity .

He believed there had to be

an evolution of Shadowhunters...

something more powerful.

He began experimenting using

the Mortal Cup.

He learned how to summon demons.

He even injected himself with demon

blood so he could control them.

He wanted to rule.

Your mother, to prevent that,

stole the Cup from him...

and vanished into thin air.

But if she's the only one that knows

where the Cup is then...

Maybe she isn't.

Maybe she told someone else.

Someone who doesn't know

she knows.

The Silent Brothers are ready for her.

Why didn't Hodge come with us?

He hasn't left the Institute in years.

Some say it's a spell.

He's agoraphobic.

Is that him?

No, that's Harold, the grounds keeper.

That's him.

Are you sure you want

to go through with this?

We will help you to remember.

You'll wake the dead.

I can't believe this place

is just outside the city.

Welcome to the City of Bones.

This is where the Silent Brothers

draw their power...

from the bones and ashes

of Shadowhunters.

All of them are buried here?

Yes. One day

that's going to be me.

This is as far as I go.

You'll be fine.

So you've done this before?

No.

You must listen with your mind.

Mom?

Mom?

Go, go.

Clary, this is Luke.

My dearest friend.

You can trust him.

Hi, Clary.

Don't tell.

Don't touch that old thing.

It's just an old cup, Clary.

Clary...

Clary, you okay?

Clary.

The block is stronger than anticipated.

It can only be undone

by the one who put it there.

I have no idea who put it there.

You wrote it.

Your mind remembers

the inverted image.

You just have to

look at it differently.

B-A-N-E.

- Bane.

- Who?

Magnus Bane. He's a Warlock.

I should have known.

Well, let's go talk to him then.

Not like that.

You need some help from Isabelle.

- This is a top.

- It's a dress.

I can't pull this off.

Well, actually with the right shoes...

No. I mean, this dress is so tight

it's like a second skin.

Don't you have anything else?

If you go out looking like

your mundane self...

we won't get within a hundred

feet of Magnus Bane.

He's the High Warlock of Brooklyn.

Now stop complaining.

Come over here.

Hold this.

That guy Alec doesn't

like me very much.

That guy Alec is my brother.

Does Jace know how Alec

feels about him?

Is it that obvious?

It's really not that big of a deal.

It isn't to me, either.

But it is to the Clave.

I don't make the rules.

See? You're pretty.

How is being dressed like a hooker

going to help me find my mom?

Easy now, those are my clothes.

Doesn't she look great, Alec?

Looks like someone whose phone number

should be on a bathroom wall.

I think you look great.

Wait, I've been here.

- Wait.

- What?

- Is that better?

- That's better. Yeah.

Well, well. Look here.

I don't remember inviting

any children of the Nephilim.

Magnus Bane.

We need to talk.

You know I don't like you guys,

but I'll let you stay.

But only because of the hot one.

- Thank you.

- Thanks.

What?

I meant him.

The one with the blue eyes.

And because of Clary.

Wait. How do you know her name?

Come with me.

- Where's your mother?

- She's missing.

That explains it.

Every year she brought you here.

She never missed an appointment.

Not every spell turns out as perfect

as the one I did on you.

As soon as you started drawing

the Angelic rune...

it was a sign your memory

was surfacing.

I'd built that into your mind, so that

she knew when to bring you back.

What you saw from the shadow

world, you would forget...

even as you saw it.

But as you grew older, you needed

my treatment more frequently.

She knew she had to tell you one day.

But until you were ready...

she wanted to keep the block on your

mind. It was exactly how she wanted it.

So, how long do you think

we're going to be here?

Relax, Simon, okay.

Don't drink that!

Simon!

It'll wear off over time.

It's already wearing off

or you wouldn't be here.

I need to remember.

My mom doesn't have time. Please,

there must be something you can do.

You're the one who's been buying

all my mom's paintings.

Why did you buy all of them?

I knew she needed the money.

You even have a portrait of my dad.

That's not your dad.

He's a soldier who died in Iraq.

Jocelyn never even met the guy.

She was asked to paint his portrait

but it was too painful for the widow.

- She kept the pictures, though...

- So she could pretend he was my dad.

Everything she did,

she did for you.

Your mother's whole existence...

the running, the hiding, the lies...

were to keep you safe.

Was anything she ever told me true?

There's a treasure map

inside your head, Clary.

Find the Cup and it will lead you

to your mother.

They've taken Simon.

- Who?

- Vampires.

Just remember, it was Shadowhunters

your mother was running from.

Let's go find Simon.

We can't break into

a Vampire's lair. We never learn...

- Don't start again.

- Jace, you know the rules.

Guys, what are we doing here?

I thought we were trying to find Simon.

We know where he is, we just

need to pick up a few things.

What is this, some kind of deal

you have with the church?

Demons exist all across the world

in their varying different forms.

Shadowhunters cling

to no particular religion.

And, in turn, all religions

assist us in our battle.

We could have as easily gone to a

Jewish synagogue or a Shinto Temple.

Here it is.

Beneath every altar in every church...

you'll find this.

So what do you believe in?

I believe in myself.

I know my job is to kill demons. I

don't have to believe in anything else.

- What about the Angel Raziel?

- It makes for a nice story.

- But Hodge says...

- Hodge needs to get out more.

- I thought...

- Listen...

I've been hunting demons

for over a third of my life.

And in all that time

I've never seen an angel.

Here.

Here, you take this one.

- I don't...

- Here, let me show you.

It's a vampire gun.

You must pierce the heart.

Push it up against the chest.

Fire.

Recharge.

Then you're good to go again.

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