My son is not a monster!
Lilith: Losing Jonathan, hearing him call for me with his final breath was the single most painful moment of my very long life.
Clary: You say that like you loved him?
Lilith: Why wouldn’t I?
Clary: Demons aren’t capable of love.
Lilith: A failing of frail human imagination. Demons live, we die, we feed, we lay. Why wouldn’t we love like you? I need to care for Jonathan like you and your father never would.
Clary: If there’s one thing Valentine and I can agree on, is the fact that the world is a much better place with a monster like Jonathan dead and buried.
[Lilith slaps Clary and uses magic to bind her]
Lilith: My son is not a monster!