Down the Rabbit Hole ||
(Dark!verse) This verse contains dark!Jace, murder, violence, coercion, and further disturbing scenes. Additional triggers will be tagged as they come up; please blacklist darkverse if you do not want to see this on your dash.
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The line of mundanes was thinning rapidly, the corpses piled high behind Jonathan already beginning to reek. His mouth was pressed tight in disapproval, gaze dispassionate as he looked over the handful of freshly-turned Shadowhunters, expressions alternating between wonder and fear at the new power surging in their veins.
His father had left him in charge of refreshing their troops, but given the brutality of the war they waged against the Clave and the almost minuscule percentage of mundanes who would actually survive the change, the numbers just weren’t adding up. Jace had run out of people desperate enough to play the odds, no longer searching the dregs of mundane society for volunteers, but resorting to kidnapping those who looked young enough and strong enough to survive. His men had rounded up almost a hundred in their last raid, and of the ninety that had drunk thus far, Jace had only four to survive.
“Next.” Pangborn shoved a girl in front of him, forcing her to her knees with a heavy hand on her shoulder. She was pretty in a fragile-looking way, her red hair catching in a halo of moonlight.
Jace held his seraph blade to her throat, holding out the Mortal Cup with his other hand. “Drink,” he said. “And there’s a chance that you’ll survive the process. Refuse, and I’ll cut your throat.”
The waves crashed against the Morning Star’s hull, almost deafening in the still night air. They were far out at sea and there was nowhere to run; death was almost a certainty for this thin slip of a girl; all that was left was to determine how she would fall.
“Decide. Now.”
