AN: So, I really wanted to write a Angel!Simon fic and so this was created during work lol no idea when I´ll update as this fic is one my low priority list.


Symeon was there when God created the first humans. He remembered watching them from afar as they took their first tentatively steps through the Garden Eden, remembered their curiosity as they took everything around them. He remembered his Father´s command to love and cherish the humans as they did Him.

He had questioned why their Father would create such fragile, breakable beings when he could have made them so much more, so much better, but Father had just smiled benignly at him and told him that those imperfections would make the humans his greatest creation.

Symeon couldn´t really understand Father´s reasoning, but Father had said it and so he believed. He believed and so he came back again and again and watched Adam and Eve as they began to explore the Garden and all that it entailed. He wondered how they knew what to do when Father didn't tell them - didn't give them orders – like he did with the Heavenly Host.

"I do because I can," Eve told him one day when he asked, "I do because I want. I do not need orders to live when I have my free will." Symeon wondered what that was – free will. It sounded so strange, so foreign and he didn't know what to do with it.

"It is quite easy," Eve explained, "what do you want?"

"I do not want anything," Symeon replied. "I do not need anything. Father has given no orders, so I do nothing."

"But if He has given no orders, then why are you here?" Eve asked him. "If you do not want anything why do you ask your questions." Symeon didn't know. When he was amongst his brethren he noticed that they were at peace with themselves, following the commands of their Father and praising Him and His creation in the Heavenly Choir. But none of them had ever flown down to the Garden and had talked with the humans like he did.

"What is free will?" He asked Eve again.

"It is choice," she replied. Symeon hadn´t understood back then. Even now he wasn't sure if he understood sometimes.

But then Samael deceived them all by turning into a snake and seducing Eve into taking an apple from the Tree of Knowledge, the one and only forbiddance their Father had laid upon the humans. For this deed Father commanded Michael to chase Adam and Eve out of the Garden Eden and God´s first son descended upon them in righteous fury, flaming sword in hand and evicted them from Paradise.

Symeon stood there, on the small cleaning that he asked Eve about free will once and asked himself if it had been worth it for Eve? An suffocating aura of desolation hung about the whole Garden as if even the plants themselves knew of Father´s terrible wrath. The sky – usual alight with either stars or the sun – was black and not a single sound, not a single smell pervaded the air.

What is free will?

Symeon let his fingers roam over the plants around him and thought back on how this place had been when Eve´s laughter had still filled it. How every flower seemed to have bloomed brighter in her presence, how the birds had congregated on the branches of the tree around the clearing and how a small fox kit had once even sat in her lap while they had talked.

What is free will?

The rose had been Eve´s favourite colour. It was as red as her hair – as red as the apple that had condemned her – and its smell lingered on even though it shouldn't. Father had commanded them to forget about Eve and Adam. To cleanse themselves from their memory until their descendants would be worthy of taking up the mantle of humanity.

It is choice.

Symeon plucked the rose. He wouldn't forget. He would remember Eve – her fiery red hair that shone so brilliantly in the sun and her green eyes in which there was nothing but kindness and compassion – and one day he would welcome her back in Heaven.

That was his first choice.


It wasn´t over.

Samael came back and with him came a host of angel that had taken to his cause of the elimination of humanity. With thunder, flames and sulphur they descended upon Heaven and could only be held back at the cost of many angelic lives.

Symeon wept with every of his brothers and sisters that fell to the enemy´s sword. Their pain was his pain and the hollowness that followed their deaths – the black void that settled where their voices should be – was the first time he truly experienced loss. Never had he imagined that angels could do this to each other, never could he had fathomed how hate and rage could have been able to burn into an angel´s grace like this.

His garrison was readying themselves to be employed against Samael´s hordes. They would fight – and die – to defend the sanctuary that was the Garden Eden from being desecrated by the foulness and hate that Samael and his followers brought wherever they went. As Symeon put on his armour on his hand brushed over the rose that he had tucked into his tunic. He thought about Eve and about how she hadn´t deserved this. He thought about her laughter and her kindness and how Samael had twisted for his own agenda.

For the first time in his existence Symeon knew cold, righteous fury that nevertheless burned like fire around his grace.

When he put on his cuirass Eve´s rose was pocketed right over his chest, where his heart would be if he was a human.

To remind him of loss and happiness long gone by.


And after Samael – now Lucifer – was cast down into Perdition and locked away by Michael who had channelled God´s Holy Wrath, their Father vanished. And instead of turning cold and bitter – blaming mankind and its fault for their Father´s disappearance – Symeon decided to continue to love humanity like their Father had wanted.

This was his second choice.


Earth was flooded by demons, the infernal hordes having escaped their prison in Hell and were now slowly but surely annihilating humanity. Their cries, their pleas, their prayers could be heard even up in Heaven and yet no angel would descend to Earth and fight the monsters that were about to destroy their Father´s greatest creation.

"We need to do something," Symeon pleaded with Michael, the oldest, the strongest, the first Archangel who commanded the Heavenly Host while their Father was gone.

"There has been no order," was Michael´s reply.

"We need to do something," Symeon pleaded with Raphael, the most compassionate, the most even tempered, the third Archangel who was, above everything else, a healer.

"There has been no order," was Raphael´s reply.

"We need to do something," Symeon pleaded with Gabriel, the youngest, the most passionate, the fourth Archangel who was His messenger and carried His word to the Host.

"There has been no order," was Gabriel´s reply.

And as last resort Symeon went to Raziel, the fifth Archangel, keeper of the Gardens and pleaded with him to end the plight upon humanity.

"There has been no order," Raziel replied and Symeon thought that all hope for humanity – for Eve´s children – was lost when the other angel continued: "But He commanded that we love humanity even more as we do Him, so we shall help mankind against the foes that threaten His creation." As he said this Raziel cut a branch from the Tree of Knowledge and under his hands it turned into a sword more beautiful that any angel blade Symeon had ever laid eyes on. He then grasped the sword and strode to the nearest spring where he took one stone from its shores and cut it in half with one single strike. And under his hands it turned into a cup, delicate and fragile but clearer than the very water of the Garden´s springs.

"Follow me," Raziel commanded and together they flew down to Earth where at the shore of a small lake a man was kneeling and praying fervently.

"Jonathan Shadowhunter," Raziel intoned as he appeared in front of the man. Symeon, meanwhile, chose to stay in the background, just watching. "Your prayers have been heard. No longer shall mankind be defenceless against the infernal hordes that threaten to annihilate it. Rise, Jonathan." With shaking limbs, Jonathan rose and took a few steps towards Raziel.

"This is the Mortal Cup," Raziel spoke, "the life blood of an angel and the lifeblood of you shall give your people the abilities to end the hellish menace wherever it appears." One single red tear fell down Raziel´s cheek and into the cup. Still shaking, Jonathan Shadowhunter took a knife from his belt, cut his thumb and let his blood fall into the cup.

"Drink," Raziel ordered and Jonathan drank. "Let your people drink from this cup and they shall receive the strength to withstand the demons and their ilk." Jonathan took the cup from Raziel´s hands and thanked the Archangel with a stream of barely intelligible words.

"I bequeath you the Sword of Truth, to separate lies from truth," Raziel continued speaking and handed over the sword to Jonathan. "No enemy shall withstand it as long as it is wielded by someone of purest heart and mind." Jonathan thanked him again.

"Should you ever be in need of myself, bring the sword and the cup to this lake to summon me," Raziel explained. "But beware, once used I shall never appear again."

"Go to your people now and tell them that salvation has come," Raziel ordered. Jonathan bowed, turned around and then briskly walked away, not wanting to waste any time to get to his people.

"Our work here is done," Raziel spoke to Symeon. "We shall go back to Heaven and close its gates until the day the Apocalypse is nigh and we are needed again." Symeon knew that he should go, that he should heed the Archangel´s order.

What is free will?

"No," he spoke instead, with an air of finality around him. "Go, but I shall not." Raziel just looked at him, no emotions behind his eyes, and then he vanished.

It is choice.

And when the Pearly Gates closed for the last time, Symeon stayed down on Earth.

This was his third choice.