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This video is about the fake Fatherhood of Valentine with Jace.

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING

SPOILERS FOR CITY OF GLASS

BEFORE THIS READ THE BOOK




So jace had discover that he isn't the Valentine's son but Stephen Herondale's.

And he want "cant take" Valentine's Lies "anymore" so he decides to kill valentine and Valentine beggs for mercy which Jace don't give...

this follow phrases are from the book:

JACE: No more lies about we're the same flesh blod. Parents lir to their children but you-you're not my father. And I want the truth.

VALENTINE: It wasn't a son i needed, It was a soldier. I had thought Jonathan might be that soldier, but he had too much of the demon nature in him. He was too savage, too
sudden, not subtle enough. I feared even then, when he was barely out of infancy, that he
would never have the patience or the compassion to follow me, to lead the Clave in my
footsteps. So I tried again with you. And with you I had the opposite trouble. You were
too gentle. Too empathic. You felt others' pain as if it were your own; you couldn't even
bear the death of your pets. Understand this, my son—I loved you for those things. But
the very things I loved about you made you no use to me."

JACE: So you thought I was soft and useless, I suppose it will be surprising for you,
then, when your soft and useless son cuts your throat.

VALENTINE: We've been through this." . "You wouldn't do that. You
didn't want to do it at Renwick's, and you don't want to do it now.

JACE: You're wrong. I have regretted not killing you every
day since I let you go. My brother Max is dead because I didn't kill you that day. Dozens,
maybe hundreds, are dead because I stayed my hand. I know your plan. I know you hope
to slaughter almost every Shadowhunter in Idris. And I ask myself, how many more have
to die before I do what I should have done on Blackwell's Island? No, I don't
want to kill you. But I will.

VALENTINE: Don't do this, Please. I don't want to—

JACE: To die? No one wants to die, Father. Do you have any last words?

VALENTINE: Jonathan—

JACE: Last words. What are they?

VALENTINE: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.


He stretched out a hand, as if he meant to
reach out to Jace, even to touch him—his hand turned, palm up, the fingers opening—and
then there was a silver flash and something flew by Clary in the darkness like a bullet shot
out of a gun. She felt displaced air brush her cheek as it passed, and then Valentine had
caught it out of the air, a long tongue of silver fire that flashed once in his hand as he
brought it down.
It was the Mortal Sword. It left a tracery of black light on the air as Valentine drove the
blade of it into Jace's heart.
Jace's eyes flew wide. A look of disbelieving confusion passed over his face; he glanced
down at himself, where Maellartach stuck grotesquely out of his chest—it looked more
bizarre than horrible, like a prop from a nightmare that made no logical sense. Valentine
drew his hand back then, jerking the Sword out of Jace's chest the way he might have
jerked a dagger from its scabbard; as if it had been all that was holding him up, Jace went
to his knees. His sword slid from his grasp and hit the damp earth. He looked down at it in
puzzlement, as if he had no idea why he had been holding it, or why he had let it go. He
opened his mouth as if to ask the question, and blood poured over his chin, staining what was left of his ragged shirt.
Everything after that seemed to Clary to happen very slowly, as if time were stretching
itself out. She saw Valentine sink to the ground and pull Jace onto his lap as if Jace were
still very small and could be easily held. He drew him close and rocked him, and he
lowered his face and pressed it against Jace's shoulder, and Clary thought for a moment
that he might even have been crying, but when he lifted his head, Valentine's eyes were
dry. "My son," he whispered. "My boy."
The terrible slowing of time stretched around Clary like a strangling rope, while Valentine
held Jace and brushed his bloody hair back from his forehead. He held Jace while he died,
and the light went out of his eyes, and then Valentine laid his adopted son's body gently
down on the ground, crossing his arms over his chest as if to hide the gaping, bloody
wound there. (...)

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  • it's giving that stupid notice >:OO but I heard the music on your channel....

  • @WitheredWings345 I know I've give a mensage to youtube and they let.... and this is also the uploaded version

    so what do you think?

  • @kyaraborg I thought it was amazing! :D you're right the audio really does fit(: what song is it? I haven't had a chance to look in the description

  • @WitheredWings345 the song is Sorry by madonna... :D Thanks

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  • @kyaraborg coolio! :D thank youuu(:

  • oh wait, never mind, the audio's back :D

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