It had been a pretty normal day so far for Simon, well, as normal as a day for the one and only Daylighter vampire could be. Jordan and Maia were spending some time together, so Simon was on his way to Clary's, for lack of anything better to do. He figured it would be a perfectly normal walk. Looking back on it, Simon wondered how he had been so naïve.

"Daylighter," purred a cool, unfamiliar female voice from an ally as he passed. He paused and looked down the ally. In the darkness a strange creature stood, watching him with golden eyes. It looked a bit like a woman at first glance, but instead of legs, a spiky serpent's body coiled leisurely. Her skin was a light gray-green color, and a pair of curling golden horns extended from her brows. Huge dark scaly wings stretched from her back. Her long hair was a nasty dark gray-green color. The only remotely normal thing about her was a fancy dark blue shirt that covered her upper half. He knew that she must be some sort of demon, but he had never heard of one like this before. She grinned at him, revealing pointed teeth like a shark's.

"What do you want?" Simon asked, not coming any closer. He didn't trust this weird demon lady, not one bit. She chuckled. He trusted her even less.

"Just a talk, that's all." Her eyes glittered.

"Of course that's all you want," Simon replied snidely.

"What makes you think I want anything more?"

"Demons always want something more." She watched him coolly, inspecting him with curious golden eyes.

"Perhaps," she answered after a moment.

"Well, if we're just going to stand here and chat about what you want from me all day, I have better things to do." Simon started to walk off.

"No, there is more than that to discuss, Daylighter." He glanced back to her suspiciously.

"Such as?" She moved slightly closer to him, but still stayed in the darkness.

"I know many things," she purred, "Things I am certain you would find most interesting." Simon was getting a bit impatient.

"Are you going to tell me what you're talking about or not?" She sneered.

"Patience. I think it would be quite useful to you. Now…" She paused dramatically. "You know that there are many worlds, do you not?" Simon thought for a moment.

"You mean the Demon worlds?" He asked.

"And others. Many, many others."

"Ones that demons have destroyed?"

"No, they still live. There are far, far too many to ever end them all, Daylighter. Infinitely many…" She watched him for a long while, making him wonder if she was going to continue or not. "All the stories are true." Simon stared at her.

"… You can't mean…"

"ALL of them. Every single one is real somewhere. Every book, every movie, every single thought produced by mankind's vast imagination… They are all real."

"What does this have to do with me?" Simon finally asked.

"You are unique." The demon's voice was so quiet he barely heard her. "You do not know it, but you have attracted a great deal of attention. Attention from other worlds."

"Good attention or bad attention? Because it would be cool to have some fangirls." The demon laughed, surprising him.

"Oh, if only you knew…" She chuckled.

"I have fangirls?"

"That's not the point," she said. "The point is THIS. A being known as the Time Seer has taken a liking to you."

"Which means..?"

"Just call on her name, and she will come to you. She possesses extremely powerful magic. The nephilim fear her because of this power, and because they do not have her favor. You do."

"Why are you telling me this?" Simon demanded, "What are you trying to gain?"

"She would do anything for you, Daylighter. Anything you ask of her she would give you without hesitation."

"Like if I asked her to smite a particularly annoying demon…"

"Very funny," she answered coldly.

"So, what are you getting out of this?" repeated Simon.

"You could wish for ANYTHING. Everything even, if that is what you desired." She sneered. "You are a very jealous vampire, Daylighter." If Simon could have grown paler, he would have. The demon's grin grew wider. "You may hide it well, but I can see it in you. I am the demon of envy, Izuryale. I know you still desire her. No matter how much you wish you did not." For the first time, the demon's words registered, and he understood why she was telling him all this.

She thought he would wish Clary loved him instead of Jace.

"You really think I'm going to hurt Jace so I could have Clary? Clary and Jace are happy together. I like to think I'm not THAT selfish."

"No," Izuryale's voice was a cool, confident purr. "I think you're going to wish Clary had never fallen for him in the first place. That she had loved you instead. I think that you won't be able to resist. In fact… I KNOW it." Simon backed off slowly.

"Then, you don't know ME." Simon turned and ran off, but he could still hear the demon's cold laugh in the darkness, a laugh of awful triumph.


When Simon arrived at Clary's house, he told her about the demon, and even about the story of the Time Seer, but left out the demon's prediction. That wasn't really anything she needed to know. It wasn't important anyway. There was no way he was going to call on the Time Seer after a DEMON, of all things, had suggested it to him. Not exactly a trustworthy source.

"We could always ask Luke," Clary suggested afterward. "He knows a lot more about old Nephilim legends than I do. He might know who she was."

"The Time Seer or Izuryale?"

"Both."

Right on cue, Luke stepped into the room.

"Did someone say my name?"

"Great timing," said Simon.

"Yeah," added Clary, "We actually wanted your opinion on something…"

Simon retold the story again, trying not to leave out anything important. When he finished, Luke was watching him with a very strange expression. Almost as if he half-expected Simon to randomly burst into flames and burn down the house. It made Simon a bit uncomfortable, considering he'd always thought of Luke as a friend.

"I've heard stories about them both," Luke finally stated, "And they're both very, very bad news. Izuryale is one of the oldest of the Greater Demons, close to Lillith's age." Just the mention of Lillith sent chills down Simon's spine, even though he no longer felt the cold. "She is very crafty. She wouldn't have bothered telling you about the Time Seer if she didn't think it would have dangerous consequences for you."

"What is the Time Seer, then? Another demon?" asked Clary.

"Not WHAT. WHO." Luke corrected, "No one knows for sure what she is, exactly. But she is extremely dangerous, and you should NOT try to call her. According to the old stories, she brings disaster wherever she goes, is exceptionally powerful, and totally unpredictable. It's anyone's guess what would happen if you summoned her. She might grant you a wish if she likes you as much as Izuryale claimed, or she might blast half the continent to ash if she's in a bad mood."

"Nice lady," commented Simon.

"This isn't a joke, Simon," Luke sighed. "Please try to take this seriously." Simon had never heard Luke so serious before, not even with all they had been through. "Calling the Time Seer is potentially more dangerous even than summoning the Angel. Promise me that you will not attempt it."

"It won't be a problem," said Simon.

"Glad to hear it."


As much as Simon wished he could say he hadn't considered summoning the Time Seer, he couldn't. Even after Luke's warning, he couldn't help thinking about the possibilities. If Izuryale was telling the truth, he could have ANYTHING… Or ANYONE.

He pushed the thoughts away and instantly hated himself. He should be HAPPY for Clary. And he was, in a way. But he still wished she had chosen him instead. Especially considering how confusing Isabelle was anymore(she really was a mess of mixed signals these days), he wanted something more… Stable. And as much as Simon wished she was, Isabelle was no Clary.

Simon forced himself to focus on the present again. He didn't think about Izuryale or the Time Seer and her strange possibilities until it was time to return to his apartment with Jordan.


As Simon trudged back home along the dark street, lit only by the occasional flickering streetlight, he let his thoughts wander again. As much as he hated to admit it, Izuryale had been right, in her way. Now that Simon knew calling the Time Seer and making all his old dreams come true was a possibility, he couldn't seem to get it out of his head. He was hooked like a fish on a line.

Finally, as he was walking alone through a deserted alley, curiosity won out. He wasn't even sure what made him call out her name. Maybe it was that he was tired. Maybe his mind was blurred by hunger. Or maybe he was more jealous of Jace than he'd ever realized.

"Time Seer!" His voice sounded like it was coming from someone else. "Can you hear me?" He waited for something to happen. A dramatic flash in front of him. An awesome explosion of fire. At least a bit of smoke. SOMETHING.

"Of course." The voice was soft, calm, perhaps even friendly. It came from behind him, causing him to spin around in shock. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. Perhaps a cat-eyed demon with curling horns, or a monstrous creature with claws and fangs. Something at least mildly frightening. Any way you looked at it, he wasn't expecting what he saw in front of him.

She was a woman, dressed in an elegantly flowing blue dress. Shining blue stones formed simple but beautiful bracelets and a necklace. On her left cheek, just under her eye, spiraling blue markings faintly glowed. Her eyes were a matching blue, unnaturally vivid, like the ocean. There was compassion in their depths, and an ancient sorrow that seemed older than Earth itself. An aura of power surrounded her being, but it wasn't the same as being in the presence of an angel. Not stronger or weaker, just different. Looking at her ethereal beauty but kind eyes, Simon thought that somehow, she was human and not human at the same time.

"Is something the matter?" she asked after a moment, watching him with a mixture of kindness and confusion.

"… You're the Time Seer?" Simon finally managed. It sounded pathetic, even to his own ears. He hoped she wouldn't find it insulting. It was only then that he thought about the danger of what he had done. What if she really was as cruel as Luke said, and blasted the United States to cinders for his foolishness?

To his relief, she just smiled and gave a gentle nod. "Indeed," she said. "So, Simon Lewis, is that all you called me for? Or do you have a better reason?" She watched him expectantly, her eyes glittering faintly in the darkness.

"Izuryale said you had taken an interest in me," he replied, slightly more confident, "Is that true?"

"I suppose you could say that."

"Do you always come when you're called?"

"Only if I feel like it." The woman's expression showed faint amusement. "I was sure you of all people would make it worth my time."

"Am I doing a good job?" Simon hoped he wasn't pushing too far, but she just chuckled.

"Of course." She was still smiling an odd smile, like she was remembering something pleasant. "You always were my favorite." He stared at her.

"Your... Favorite?"

"Oh yes." She smiled coolly. "So, then, Simon Lewis, legendary Daylighter... What is your wish?"

"My wish?"

"Well, there must be something that you want, if you bothered to call on me." For the first time, Simon heard an edge of irritation in her voice. "I may be immortal, but that doesn't mean I have all the time in the world. I'm quite a busy person, I'll have you know."

"Does this work like... A genie, or something?" Simon asked. He thought it was a legitimate question, anyway.

"Perhaps, except that this genie is only granting your wish as a FAVOR, and can erase your entire dimension from existence if she so pleases." Simon gave her a nervous look. "Just kidding. I wouldn't do that. I prefer to think of myself as a guardian. And what kind of guardian would I be if I destroyed the people that I was supposed to be protecting?"

"A really, really bad one?" The Time Seer smiled faintly.

"I tend to forget you are bold enough to blurt out the first thing that pops into your head. Or perhaps bold isn't the word." She shook her head sadly. "Nevermind, that's not the point. Let's cut to the chase, Simon Lewis. I ask you again… What is it that you wish?"

At first Simon wasn't sure. Then he remembered those words, those awful, tempting words… I think you're going to wish Clary had never fallen for him in the first place. That she had loved you instead. I think that you won't be able to resist. He had told himself it wasn't true, that he would resist. That he was happy with what he had.

But now that the moment had come, he knew it was what he had always wanted, no matter how much he wanted to deny it. Simon knew he should be wishing for something better, like the death of Sebastian, or world peace, or even to save an endangered animal. But Izuryale had been right. Simon couldn't resist. And he didn't really want to, either.

After all, what could possibly go wrong?

"Time Seer…" he began, "Can you change the past?" She gave a single nod. "I wish… That Clary had fallen in love with me instead of Jace." Even as he said the words, he couldn't believe he'd really wished for such a thing. Was it even possible?

She blinked at him, surprise clear in her expression. "Are... Are you sure?" Her voice was quiet, perhaps even nervous. "Changing the past is dangerous business. One event changes another and another... It's anyone's guess what the final result will be."

That didn't sound good.

"Will there be a way to undo it?" Simon asked.

"If you call on me within three days of the time shift, I will gladly change things back to the way they once were."

"Why three days?"

"Because after three days, you, too, will forget that things were ever any different. You will not know me."

"Then no one else will know about this?"

"Just you and me."

"Then... I'm sure."

The Time Seer gave a brief nod of acknowledgment. "If you're sure..." She paused. "Remember, only three days before you forget. Three days. No more. Now... Are you ready?"

"Yes."


Suddenly everything was different. There was no warning, just a sudden snap to alertness, and a startling revelation that he wasn't in the same place anymore, like waking from a dream. He didn't even feel the same. Simon looked down at himself, and was stunned. He was wearing one of his old hoodies, a T shirt, ragged jeans with holes in the knees, and a pair of sneakers. At first it caught him by surprise, then he remembered his latest style was entirely because of Isabelle. This time he was dating Clary, who had never minded his old fashion, or rather, his lack of fashion. Simon felt something rested on his nose, and reached up, catching hold of his old glasses. He took them off, and the world blurred around him. He quickly put them back in their place.

What had happened? Where was he? Why did he need glasses again? And why was he so COLD? Simon's head was filled with questions. Then suddenly a thought occurred to him. He felt at his wrist, and felt the steady rhythm of a pulse. He tried to unsheathe his fangs, but they were gone. He was a bit hungry, but not for blood.

Simon wasn't a vampire anymore.

He couldn't help grinning as he realized what that meant. No more blood. No more being scared he'd hurt someone he cared about. His mother wouldn't be terrified of him. He could go into Churches and temples and Synagogues again. He could say God whenever he liked, and could pray all day if he wanted to. He wasn't cursed.

Simon stepped out of the alley he had woken in, and, recognizing the area, set off toward Clary's house, excited to see just how much things had changed. If what he had discovered so far was anything to go by, he wasn't going to need to call on the Time Seer again.