Son Of A Demon

My name is Jonathan Christopher Morganstern, and I will burn down the world. Independent TMI RP. Face claim: Luke Worral WARNING: 18+

[thedoctorbelievedinme]

Wolf in sheep clothing.

[thedoctorbelievedinme]

Clary’s emerald orbs were trained on the wall in front of her, set into slits of displeasure at Sebastian’s foul mood. She wriggled slightly when his arms curled around her waist but allowed him to nestle against her so that her back was against his front.

Her cold demeanor slowly melted as she felt his lips press against her neck. She shuddered pleasantly as with each word, his lips would feather and tickle lightly against her skin. Encouraging this, she arched her neck toward his mouth to entice more skin to be kissed. She loved these simply gestures, loving and gentle. Differently from his usual rough nature.

Then he was threatening her, again. Sick of this, she rolled her eyes but kept her voice soft, “I’m not going to fuck him, Sebastian. I promise.”

If it were not for his lips tantalizing her skin, and not wanting him to stop, she would have kicked him out of her room with such words being spoken to her. She let out a soft moan, placed her hand atop Sebastian’s laying on her stomach, and coaxed it wander her body, then up the bottom hem of her nightie.

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Sebastian wanted to believe her.  For the most part, he did.  But he had learned that it was unwise to completely trust anyone, even the people he loved.  So he tried to tuck the thought of his sister and Jace at the back of his mind, somewhere that it wouldn't bother him.  It was sometimes hard to let go of the fact that, just minutes prior, Clarissa was in somebody else's arms, telling somebody else she loved him.

Thoughts like this always tinged his fingers with malice as he touched Clarissa.  He let her guide his hand and sighed quietly against her hair as he traced the curves of her body.  But when he slid his hand beneath the satiny fabric of her nightgown, his fingers curled in, scratching the pale skin of her thigh with dull fingernails. He needed to mark her, to claim her as his own.  

His lips found the junction of her shoulder and her neck and mouthed the delicate skin wetly before nipping it.  And as his teeth made swift contact, so did his hips, thrusting against her once and keeping her pressed against him firmly.

He whispered between toothy kisses, somehow menacing while being tender, "You are mine.  My flesh, my blood."

[thedoctorbelievedinme]

Wolf in sheep clothing.

[thedoctorbelievedinme]

“You didn’t have to say anything, Sebastian,” her voice was edged sharply as she glared at him in the mirror. She pulled a black satin nightie on and walked back over to the bed. She was just about to lay beside him when his voice turned hateful. She could slap him for even suggesting such a thing. Talking to her as if she were some kind of whore.

“How can you say such a thing?” Her voice was quiet, full of hurt. “I could never let anyone else touch me.”

She furrowed her brow deeply and laid beside him, though she turned her back to him so he couldn’t see her saddened expression. She loved her brother, but when he acted with such suspicion, accusing her of such filth that she would never commit, it hit her deeply. And it hit her hard.

She wriggled her way under the sheets, unwilling to turn back around to use Sebastian’s body heat to keep her warm. Her petite body curled in on herself and she buried her face against her pillow. 

“I love you, Sebastian.”

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He saw that his accusations were hurtful.  He wasn't sorry, though.  Sebastian is rarely ever sorry for anything.  He was justified.

His voice turned softer, the anger diffusing after his sister sounded so wounded.  "You loved Jace once.  Maybe you love me now, but it doesn't mean you don't lust after him still."

He turned and draped an arm around her, pulling her close, nesting them together like spoons.  He spoke with his lips at her neck, breathing in the fragrance of her red hair.  "I understand.  He's attractive.  You're trying to make sure he keeps trusting you."

Sebastian brushed Clarissa's hair to the side to press soft kisses to her Marked neck, the runes fading into her skin.  His voice remained pleasant and loving, though his words were anything but.  "However, if I find out you've fucked him, even if it's just to play the part, I will carve out your spinal cord with a knife."

[thedoctorbelievedinme]

Wolf in sheep clothing.

[thedoctorbelievedinme]

He was angry with her. It was clear in his black orbs that he certainly was not pleased with her late arrival at all, and nothing she could do would placate him. She had been eager to return home to him all day. She immediately blamed Jace and everyone else in that disgusting institute for turning her brother’s mood into bitter rage toward her. 

“I know, I’m late,” she started and headed toward the bed with a sigh, “But it was just one thing after another. Jace and Isabelle decided they wanted to double my training tonight and I couldn’t shake them off to call you. Then there was Jace’s fucking persistence in trying to convince me to stay the night and… Whatever it wasn’t my fault, is all I’m saying.” 

She moved over to her dresser, shedding away her clothes she went. She tossed each article of clothing to the floor a bit aggressively as she went. She opened the drawer to pick out a nightie to wear and pursed her lips as she looked into the mirror above her dresser. She could see Sebastian perfectly and she knew he could see her reflection as well. So she pouted. 

“You’re not that angry with me, are you? I really didn’t mean to stay out so late. Especially with them.”

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Sebastian watched his sister undress, pleased that she had become so comfortable around him that she was unafraid to bare herself.  He was also pleased with what he saw.  Training was making Clarissa firm in all the right places, but she was still soft where it mattered.

His sister knew how to read him so well already.  There was hardly an emotion he could hide from her anymore.  He hadn't even needed to raise his voice to express his anger.

"Did I say I was angry, Clarissa?"  He asked casually.  He moved his arms to the pillow, folding them above his head in a leisurely pose.  "You know, people who are defensive usually have something to hide," he said with a shrewd expression.  He began speaking more spitefully.  "You don't have something to hide, do you, sister?  You said Jace wanted you to stay the night.  Was that before or after you fucked him?  Hm, Clarissa?"

There was no mistaking the jealousy burning in his eyes now.

[thedoctorbelievedinme]

Wolf in sheep's clothing.

Clary stood on her tip-toes to kiss Jace’s cheek goodnight as she left the institute. He insisted over again that she should stay the night. ‘It’s too dangerous for you to walk home.’ He stated ‘At least let me walk you to the subway.’ He had insisted. She had refused and brushed off his insistence as she walked down the steps of the institute. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” She gave him a smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, she hurried off down the street.

As she rounded a corner, she looked behind her to make sure no one was following her. Sure she was alone, her lips curled into a small smirk. Though her appearance remained the same, the curve of her lips changed her look completely. They had bought it again. She played the role well. Not one of them, not even Jace, suspected a thing. Who would? Honestly, who would even believe that Clarissa Fray’s allegiance belonged anywhere other than with the Lightwoods. Fools. All of them were fools.

Rounding a corner, into a deserted alleyway, Clarissa glanced over her shoulder one last time before she sketched a portal rune onto the brick wall of the building. When the portal opened, she stepped through, looking around the spacious living room of her home. She shrugged her coat off, tossed it careless onto a chair and headed up to her bedroom. She stopped in the doorway, placed her hands on either side of the frame, and smirked at the blond laying on the bed.

“Honey, I’m home,” she purred seductively, though the undertones were still mildly playful.

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Sebastian knew Clarissa would be at the Institute, but hadn't expected his sister to linger there for so long.  He'd gone about his day and thought he would come home to her already there.  When she wasn't home, Sebastian didn't think too much of it.  Perhaps she was having dinner with the other Shadowhunters, or maybe training had gone on longer.  He'd showered and dressed for bed in just a pair of flannel pajama pants.  

It was quite late and still his sister hadn't arrived.  He waited in her bed, becoming more suspicious as the minutes ticked by, nearing midnight.  Had she gone out patrolling?  She was supposed to tell him if she had.  Had she gone to bed with Jace?  Sebastian's blood had begun to boil at the thought of Clarissa in the arms of The Other.  It made him want to snap every finger in Jace's hands, thinking about them all over his sister.

When she finally came home, strolling in as if it was completely fine to show up so late without so much as a text message, Sebastian was livid.  He wouldn't show Clarissa how upset it made him.  Not yet.

He lay on top of the bed covers, his head propped up on a pile of pillows, his arms folded casually over his bare chest.  He glanced at Clarissa, who stood in the doorway with a devious little smirk.  God, he wanted to bite that smirk off her face - that smirk had probably been kissing Jace senseless, maybe even servicing other parts of the brat's body.

With his anger carefully contained everywhere but in his eyes, he said, "Clarissa.  What kept you so long?"

[glitterngloss-blog]

Remember when more than one person talked to me here?

Yeah, those were good times. I miss them.

[sonofademon-blog]

Whats the blond guys name from the pictures you use?

// Luke Worrall. So sexy.

[jacewaylandlightwoodherondale-d]

Trial and Error

Jace knelt down in front of the Library’s great fireplace, a note in his hands. The rest of the Lightwood family, his family, had been asleep for hours. He knew that doing this, sending this note, was a huge mistake. That nothing could come of it but pain and anger. But he had to know. About the dreams….everything. 

Including himself. 

Meet me on  Renwicks Island

Tomorrow after midnight. 

-Jace 

So Jace Lightwood sent the fire message off on it’s merry journey to rest in the hands of a murderous psychopath. The one who if his plan worked properly, should be very dead by the conclusion. 

[sonofademon-blog]

Sebastian held the letter in his long fingers and read it once before tossing it back in the fire to burn.  He grinned and the flames cast a gruesome shadow across the sharp  features of his face, making his smile appear even more sinister than it already had been.

He was pleased.  Very pleased, indeed.  The mere fact that Jace was contacting him meant it was working.  The bond was reforming.  Why else would he reach out to Sebastian, but to confront him?  He wondered if Jace could sense his emotions at this very moment, wondered if he too felt a sort of magnetic pull.

Sebastian took a scalding hot shower and changed into street clothes - a pair of impeccably tailored black trousers and a dark blue button down shirt.  He rolled the cuffs of his sleeves up to the elbow, not to display the subtly-defined muscles on his forearms, but to show Jace that there was nothing hiding there.  Quite literally, nothing up his sleeve.  But strapped to his chest underneath the shirt was an array of blades, and a dagger on his ankle beneath the trousers.  He put on his leather jacket and made his way to Renwicks.

He stood in front of the run-down hospital and blinked slowly until the glamour faded, revealing Castle Blackwell.

[sonofademon-blog]

She Will Come To Me

[stxpthescreaming-blog]

Clary’s body moved willingly to lay upon her brother. Her hands were a tangled mess in his pale locks as their lips caressed and devoured one another. When she finally pulled away for air, she found that her hips were moving gently into Sebastian’s undulations. She could feel his desperate need pressing against her hip and an involuntary moan flowed passed her kiss-bruised lips.

Clary was screaming in her mind for her body to stop. She didn’t want Sebastian to touch her. She didn’t want him to kiss her. She didn’t even want him looking at her. But to her body, his touch felt amazing, his lips tasted sweet and addictive.

She arched and writhed atop him, needy for more of him. There was nothing she could do. She would just have to accept the fact that he could do anything to her right now and her body would respond keenly. 

[sonofademon-blog]

Sebastian was pleased with how far his influence on Clarissa had gone.  He wasn’t entirely sure if it was his control over her mind that dictated her body’s response, or his control over her body that made Clarissa want him.  It didn’t really matter how it worked, so long as it did.  As long as she desired him, she would always come back, and he would always possess her.

He had been with countless others before her – mundanes, shadowhunters, downworlders, both women and men.  He used sex as a means to control people.  The power it gave him was just as arousing as the act itself.  The fact that Clarissa was his sister did not bother him.  The forbidden nature of it excited him.  It was the ultimate testament to his power – that he could make his own blood relative desire him.

Sebastian could feel Clarissa’s warmth even through her clothes and longed to feel the heat of her skin against his, unencumbered by clothing.  As their lips clashed feverishly, he tugged on the back of her shirt, urging her to remove it.

[sonofademon-blog]

She Will Come To Me

[sonofademon-blog]

Sebastian sensed a tangible bond strengthening between him and his sister.  It was like somebody was sewing her soul to his.  He smirked darkly.  Clarissa was under his control once more.  He could train her to be the loving, obedient sister he always wanted.

He pulled her close.  He could feel her warmth against his bare chest.  He held his sister and stroked her hair, letting his fingers tangle in the loose curls.

“You know I love you, don’t you?  You are all that I have and all that I will ever truly want.”

Sebastian pressed his lips to Clarissa’s forehead and let them linger there as his eyes fluttered closed with a quiet sigh.

“Though you may go out and live your life in the outside world, truly, you will never leave me.”

[stxpthescreaming-blog]

Clary’s eyes fluttered shut as Sebastian’s lips brushed against her forehead. Her arm was curled around his waist, her hand tracing he smallest of circles against his scarred skin. 

“I love you too, Sebastian,” Clary replied. The words left a foul taste in her mouth, her voice held so much reverence, it made her sick.

She felt her hands now smoothing over her brother’s abdomen and up his chest. It came to a stop to curl around the back of his neck, pulling him forward so that their lips can meet. She kissed him as if she really had missed him; desperate and biting. Her shell of a body arched into him, a slender leg coming up to hook around his hip to draw him in impossibly closer.

[sonofademon-blog]

Clarissa’s kiss sent a surge of yearning through his body.  There was nothing forbidden about this in Sebastian’s eyes.  He and his sister were unlike most siblings.  He felt that it was necessary for them to be this close and intimate.

Their bodies were flush against each other, limbs entwined and lips roaming hungrily.  He turned and guided Clarissa on top of him.  His hands slid beneath the back of her shirt to caress her spine.   He let his dark desires dictate the movement of his hips – slow and undulating, his need becoming evident.

With every kiss and every touch, he insisted, you are mine.

[goaskalec-blog]

Reblog with a gif you'll likely never use for your RP character

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She Will Come To Me

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Clary’s body froze instantly as soon as Sebastian’s hand curled around her wrist. Almost as if him asking her to stay forced her body to do what its told. Without saying a word, she felt herself moving to lay back down beside her brother. His face was calm and unreadable, but his eyes showed awaking fury that was threatening to break free. She knew that he now knew she was lying to him.

“Okay,” She reassured him softly, “I’ll stay with you.” 

Clary laid her head down on the feather cushioned pillow next to Sebastian’s. Her cheek, that was warm with a dark flush, rested atop her hand. She could feel that her body was no longer her own. The connection had reestablished itself between her and Sebastian, and she was his to command and bend to his will. 

Sebastian sensed a tangible bond strengthening between him and his sister.  It was like somebody was sewing her soul to his.  He smirked darkly.  Clarissa was under his control once more.  He could train her to be the loving, obedient sister he always wanted.

He pulled her close.  He could feel her warmth against his bare chest.  He held his sister and stroked her hair, letting his fingers tangle in the loose curls.

“You know I love you, don’t you?  You are all that I have and all that I will ever truly want.”

Sebastian pressed his lips to Clarissa’s forehead and let them linger there as his eyes fluttered closed with a quiet sigh.

“Though you may go out and live your life in the outside world, truly, you will never leave me.”

[sonofademon-blog]

She Will Come To Me

[stxpthescreaming-blog]

“No, of course not,” Clary replied. His touch made her shudder unpleasantly. There was a possessiveness behind it that shouldn’t be shared between a brother and sister.

Despite her disgust, she leaned into Sebastian’s touch like a cat arching into its owner’s hand keenly. Her eyes shut and in her mind she imagined his hand belonged to someone else entirely. It helped to keep her stomach from churning and her body from shying away from him. 

“I think I’m going to go to bed, now,” She said and looked over at her brother with a cautious smile. “I’m pretty tired.”

Clary leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to Sebastian’s cheek before moving to crawl off his bed.

[sonofademon-blog]

Sebastian wasn’t convinced.  The thought of losing Clarissa to somebody else made him panic inside.  Who was she seeing that she didn’t want him to know about?  Was it Simon?  He imagined other people’s hands touching his sister and he wanted to break every finger on those hands.  He swallowed his fury as best he could.

Clarissa’s small kiss should have reassured him that she was still his, but it only enraged him.  She was placating him again.  He’d have to do something to reinforce their bond before it would fracture irreparably.

He reached over and grabbed Clarissa’s wrist.  “Don’t go.  Stay with me tonight.  Please.”  The words came out softly, like a plea for closeness.  But his eyes were dark and insistent, commanding her to stay.

[sonofademon-blog]

She Will Come To Me

[stxpthescreaming-blog]

“Yes, I was with Jace,” She answered a bit too quickly. She couldn’t see her brother’s face from the angle her head was laying, and she was glad. She knew Sebastian would know by just looking at her that she was lying, if her voice didn’t give it away already. “I didn’t want to tell you, because I didn’t want you to get mad.”

She slung an arm across his waist and held tight in hopes that the affection would somehow make him believe her. She was desperate for him not to find out the truth. The night she didn’t come home, she had spent the night with Kazura. That night was more special to her than anyone could imagine. She had not only spent the night in her warlock lover’s arms, but they made love for the first time. Her first time.

She snapped out of the memory of tangled sheets and undulating bodies moments later to sit up and hug her knees to her chest. “You believe me, don’t you, Sebastian? I’ve missed him so much, I needed to see him.”

[sonofademon-blog]

Sebastian couldn’t see Clarissa’s eyes, but he could see the pink tinge blossoming across her cheeks.  So… She was with Jace like that.  Or she was not with Jace after all.

“Should I have any reason to doubt you, dear sister?”  Sebastian asked.

He could handle his sister being with Jace.  He trusted Jace.  He knew he loved Clarissa more than anything and wouldn’t hurt her.  Jace wasn’t just any other boy, he was like family.  Sebastian, Clarissa, and Jace belonged together.

He moved closer to his sister, cupping her cheek in his hand.  The thought of anybody else other than himself or Jace touching her made him feel sick with jealousy and rage.

[sonofademon-blog]

And He Will Be My Right Hand

The link is broken.  Severed like an artery feeding blood to a corporeal vessel.  Without that life line, the body soon dies, drained of its essence.  I've seen it happen, both literal and metaphorical.  

He will feel a sense of emptiness without my influence.  He may doubt himself and question the validity of his motives.  He'll long for direction and guidance.

He might even dream of those days when we were one, when we were brothers, and he'll miss it.

When he is drained of everything, he will thirst for a purpose.  He will reach out to me, begging to be filled, to be brought back to life.  When that happens, I will welcome Jace back to me, and he will be my right hand.

[sonofademon-blog]

She Will Come To Me

[stxpthescreaming-blog]

Clary had let the subject slide, she didn’t really want to know what exactly happened. It wasn’t as if she could do anything about it. Her hand caught Sebastian’s and she linked their fingers together as she laid down beside him on the bed, facing him. 

“I’ve just been out,” She said simply. “I’m not used to being cooped up in a house all the time. So, I’ve been going to long walks”

It wasn’t exactly a lie. She did prefer to be outdoors, rather than sitting around doing nothing at all. And she had been going for walks. Just not alone. She was either out with Kazura, or one of her friends; namely, Sasha or Elvis. Despite her connection with Sebastian, that was at its strongest when near him, Clary’s bond with her new lover and their friends was just as strong. Fearing for their lives, she refused to even mention associating with anyone else but Sebastian himself.

“I’m sorry if I haven’t been around enough, but I’m here now,” She scooted closer to him on the bed to rest her head against his chest. 

[sonofademon-blog]

Sebastian gazed at his sister across the bed, their hands linked between them.  Though he was pleased to have her home, he still felt a rift between them, a gap that had been growing over time and weakened their bond. 

He had a vulnerable look about him – his eyes wide, his expression soft.  He wasn’t afraid to show this side of himself with Clarissa.  Sebastian wondered if this was just a façade that even he convinced himself was real.  Was this vulnerability and tenderness part of Jonathan, or just as fabricated as Sebastian Verlac? He wondered if his father had been right – if he lacked the ability to feel love or have empathy, if all he was capable of was control and jealousy.

“Walking all night?  I came home the other night.  It must have been 3 in the morning.  I checked your bed.  You weren’t there.”

Sebastian wanted to sound wounded, not possessive.  He wasn’t sure if he came off as such.  He added before Clarissa could answer, “If you’re spending the night with Jace, I really don’t care.  I just want you to tell me.”

[jacewaylandlightwoodherondale-d]

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She Will Come To Me

[sonofademon-blog]

Sebastian is laying in bed on the snow-white, down-filled duvet wearing just a pair of tailored trousers. He stares up at the ceiling with a blank expression. He’s not really looking at anything, but his mind sees her.  Her face is plaster white and her hair isn’t the usual fiery red, but the rich color of blood.  Sebastian blinks slowly.  Something wet drips onto his chest.  He feels a disturbance in the inter-dimensional field surrounding the house.  He blinks again expecting to find is sister.

But his eyes come into focus and he realizes that there’s blood on the ceiling – he must have missed it when scouring his bedroom.  It’s running along the elaborate molding in a sinuous streak reminiscent of flowing hair.  He glances down at his chest and smears the drop of blood across his skin with a finger, smirking with amusement.

And that’s when Clarissa walks into his room.

“It’s not what you think,” he says with a smile.

[stxpthescreaming-blog]

Following the strong smell of bleach, Clary finds herself standing in the doorway of Sebastian’s room. He’s lying so still on his bed that Clary half wonders if he’s even breathing. A moment later, the redness catches her eye and she lets out a shuddering sigh of dread— even though she already knew what had happened while she was away.

She steps further into her brother’s room and plucks a tissue from the box beside his bed. The young shadowhunter carefully crawls onto the mattress beside Sebastian and wipes the smear of red essence off his alabaster skin.

“Oh?” She questions him without looking him in the eye. “Then what happened? Did you somehow manage to cut yourself and streak it across your ceiling?”

[sonofademon-blog]

Sebastian let out a low, closed-lipped laugh.  “Some vampires have no table manners.  Very messy eaters.”

With a blank expression, Sebastian slowly traced a lithe finger along the side of his neck, sweeping over where two puncture marks would have been, next to an iratze rune.  He didn’t bother to elaborate nor admit that it wasn’t his blood, but a mundane girl’s.  Clarissa also didn’t need to know that the girl’s naked, drained body was hidden in a large storage bin in the basement.

“Anyway,” Sebastian said with a dismissive gesture, “Where have you been?”  He raked his fingers through Clarissa’s hair, sweeping the auburn locks behind her shoulder.  The shirt she was wearing had a scoop neck collar, revealing some of her faintly freckled skin.  He caressed her exposed collarbones delicately.  “Your absence has been most conspicuous.  And I’ve missed you.”