#archangel’s prophecy

[miceenscene]

making memes at work to fight thru the pain of NOT BEING ABLE TO FUCKING FINISH THIS GD BOOK

[odetokeons]

congratulations to ineffable bureaucracy for being the first queer couple ever to plan to run away together and ACTUALLY succeeding at it!

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

To everyone who theorised that Gabriel was the amnesiac angel

How does it feel to LITERALLY BE AGNES FREAKING NUTTER!!!

[ananke-xiii]

I don't know where I'm going with this but it's driving me crazy and I need to start writing it down or I'll lose the thread of my own thoughts.

Basically I'm hyperfixating on the role of prophecy in SPN S4-5 from the pov where Chuck is just a prophet and not God. Because what makes Apocalyptic narratives so compelling is that they can be and indeed are always disconfirmed but never completely discredited. The reliance on prophecies is total in the sense that if the Apocalypse doesn't happen as one has interpreted it, it doesn't mean that it won't ever happen, it just means that the interpretation was wrong. And so on and so forth.

But for something to be interpreted it must also have been written, right? And this is what interests me because s4-5 are about an Apocalypse that's not been completely written yet. What's missing is precisely the end and this thing drives me a bit crazy, as I said.

We know some prophecies have been fulfilled because the premises of the Apocalype were indeed set into motion. However, we also know that Chuck is still writing his Supernatural books, the books that one day will become "Gospels" , but he omits huge and important stuff that he sees in his visions in order to appeal to his readers. And yet, the angels urge him to keep writing after we've been shamelessly showed that what Chuck writes is not always true nor faithful to his visions. He needs to please his audience, too. In fact, he's very concerned with that as he says in "Swan Song" with the "Endings are a bitch" monologue.

Angels seem to approach prophecies in a very human way and it shows when Zachariah asks Chuck "Have you been wrong so far?". They have faith it will happen, they are sure they will win but are they really? 'Cause it kinda seems like they need to be reassured, Chuck must write it, he must make it official in a way. But Chuck purposefully omits!

So of course when Apocalypse doesn't happen, the first thing Raphael wants to do is to open the cage and start anew. Because Apocalypse can only be disconfirmed but never discredited and it all depends on the faith one has on the veracity of prophecies. And the faith in the promise of an (unwritten!) end that Apocalypse yields is so strong that Raphael wants it even though they live in a "godless" universe. They are tired, they just want it to be over (=they want THE PROMISED END), they just want paradise. They don't even want God anymore! But they want paradise! (Amazing, Raphael I fucking miss you).

I don't know where I'm going with this but I think it's worth noticing how the prophet's role goes from writer to translator in following seasons and it's another something something that I'm hyperfixating on. Because "tradurre è tradire" (to translate is to betray) so once again we're confronted with the unreliability of the written word but, more importantly, with our expectations and interpretations of it (the whole Angel tablet chaos would've been avoided if Cas didn't assume what the tablet was about based on Metatron's lies: he believed Metatron because he wrote the tablet but this is what writers do! They LIE).

And if we want to go even further down the rabbit hole, what about Donatello who's constantly manipulated, rendered soulless, corrupted, put into a coma, awakened and people still expect him to provide some help or words of wisdom? I mean, he's not even a translator anymore, at best he's basically a sort of metaphorical life buoy to hold on to in the hope that the word of God is the word of Truth (it's not) or that there still is a God somewhere; at worst, he's used as bloodhound to sense The Darkness, Lucifer or any God-related power and he's finally used by God himself to remind him of what he is: a mouthpiece for God's word. A God that lies.

So yeah, I don't have any conclusion for my convoluted thoughts so here's my anticlimatic ending to the post.

[iumblr]

Gabriel's Prophecy

I haven't seen anybody talking about Gabriel's prophecy thing when his eyes turned purple and I just think we need some of those media analysis people on this side of tumblr to really get on it.

"There will come a tempest, and darkness, and great storms. And the dead will leave their graves and walk the earth once more. And there will be great lamentations. Every day it's getting closer"

Now me personally I think he's talking about the second coming but I'm not very knowledgable on this kind of thing so I'd like to hear what other people have to say.

[myremnantarmy]

“Because of Michael’s help God’s faithful children will march under his protection. They will decimate their foes and achieve victory through God’s power..As a result of this a large number of heathens will join Christians in true faith..”

-St. Hildegard of Bingen (1098-1179)

[ivyandstone127]

he couldn't abandon her mortal heart so he put it on his chest

[nyandela-catalogue]

“Not Where He was Meant to Be” (excerpt)

Heads-up for religion/religious imagery. We will not be posting the full thing due to the contents within the rest of the story being… unsuitable for this particular website. 🫣

Here is an excerpt of a story we wrote nearly 2 whole years ago. I don’t remember which of us wrote this, but ultimately, that part doesn’t matter.

As goes with the rest of our writing/art: please do not repost. Reblogging is fine.

Story is under the cut.

-a culmination of everything♾️

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The air in the large, empty church felt far more stifling than it ever had before, making Daniel Prophecy feel the need to clear his throat as he made his way to the altar- or, at least, what was left of it. He had been able to recover most pieces of it and put them back together, but despite still occasionally finding pieces of the structure strewn about, one piece he could not find was the face of the model of the Archangel Gabriel. It somewhat unsettled him, but considering he was the only one who still came to the church, it was what would have to suffice.

Kneeling before the altar, he clasped his hands together and shut his eyes, beginning to pray to whom he thought was his God. His lips moved slightly as he mouthed the words running through his head, his focus being solely on his religion’s practice and shutting out all sounds and most sensations around him, including the hefty flapping of massive wings behind him.

The figure that had flown in through one of the shattered stained glass windows was simply gorgeous. His blonde hair glittered like gold in the light, and His skin gleamed like porcelain each time the rays from the window fell over His body. His wings were massive in span, and His light-yellow robes flowed loosely around His form, still clothing Him but also implying they could come off with ease. Once His feet met with the faded red carpet, He softly padded over to the praying man and knelt behind him.

[spector]

hehe i love to see christopher walken too. another known archangel Gabriel actor.

[books-in-a-storm]

My Library📚

Archangel's Prophecy, Nalini Singh

[twilight-skies]

Yknow

There is a severe lack of Good Omens Star Wars AUs (jedi-aziraphale x sith-crowley)

[perfumedhotels]

Heaven’s gates won’t open up for me (With these broken wings I’m fallin’)

𓆩♡𓆪 Fandom: The Prophecy film Series

𓆩♡𓆪 Format: One-shot

𓆩♡𓆪 Characters: Katherine Henley, Gabriel 

𓆩♡𓆪 Warning: None (This is not a ship story)

𓆩♡𓆪 Summary: Fourteen years spent as a human, wandering the streets; Gabriel would’ve never thought that one day, he would run into Katherine again. And this time, as equals and under different circumstances. (Set sometimes before the events of The Prophecy 3: The Ascent) 

v𓆩♡𓆪☆♡🕸♰𓆩♡𓆪☆♡🕸♰𓆩♡𓆪☆♡🕸♰𓆩♡𓆪☆♡🕸♰𓆩♡𓆪☆♡🕸♰𓆩♡𓆪☆♡🕸

Katherine was not one to forget faces. Especially one as terrifying and unique as his. She had tried. For fourteen years she tried to forget that pale face and those green eyes that haunted her in her sleep and waking moments. Gabriel had died. She saw Lucifer tear out his heart with her own eyes. So what was he doing in this diner? Why was he staring at her?

Her eyes were clouded with tears of the memories that stabbed at her psyche. Of Mary… Of his cold hands wrapped around her head with the intend of crushing her skull… Pure pain… And the memory of hearing about Thomas going mad and probably being killed by him. She could not do this. Not anymore. She gave all she had to save those she loved; and even then it wasn’t enough. She had nothing left to give. Not even her sanity; just her life. Maybe that is what he was after then.

Despite her fear and anxiety, something told her that he was harmless; as stupid as it sounds. He looked old and tired just like everyone in the afternoon. Was that even possible for angels? To age? He had, obviously so. One could say from his long, graying hair. Something was different.

Taking a deep breath, Katherine willed herself to move forward, slowly and carefully as if she was dealing with a live grenade.

Time never meant anything to Gabriel when he was an angel. It did not need to. He had all the time in the world and he had even until the earth explode. It never had to mean anything. But it was one of the first things he became aware of once he became human. Time flew by whether he liked it or not and he never seemed to have enough of it in a day. The sun went down and came up and it all had a meaning now. Late, early, on time. It was infuriating yet fascinating at the same time. It was a routine. It held him together. Yet right now, as he stood here, staring at the one and only Katherine Henley as the coffee mug in his hand burned his skin, time had seemed to have stopped and so had everything else.

He hadn’t thought about her. Not that she wasn’t memorable. Anyone who stood up to him back them was someone to remember. And her brevity in saving Mary was enough to forever etch her fierce expression as she shielded the girl from him in his mind.

And now here she was, standing before him and looking up at him as a rabbit stared at a cobra. Had it been fourteen years ago, her terrified expression would have filled him with pride and delight. But now? All he felt was sadness and shame. Even as a homeless man he still scared her.

“Hello Katherine. It’s been a while.” Gabriel said cautiously, as if a single rash movement or voice louder than a whisper would send her running for the hills. Rightfully so.

She swallowed audibly, taking a step back instinctively, despite him staying still as a statue. “What do you want with me now, Gabriel?” She asked, putting on as brave of a voice as she could muster and when he gave her a confused look, she frowned.

“I have nothing else left to give you. Leave me alone.” She said and he only smiled ruefully. “Believe me, this is all coincidence. I only wanted a cup of coffee.”

Katherine rolled her eyes, pushing past him and going to an unoccupied table. He followed her, keeping his distance. Over the years he’d spent as a human, he had learned that humans did not like others getting too close to them; and neither did he. So he stood by the table as she sat down, placing her cup down. “Believe you? Why? I know you’re up to no good. Who are you destroying now?” She scoffed, shaking her head.

She didn’t have a reason to believe him or even listen to him. That viper lied through his teeth and did not care. He was dangerous. A ticking timebomb.

“I am not.” Gabriel retorted. “I’m not out here to get you. I don’t want to cause trouble.”

“Then who is? What do you want?”

He took a deep breath. Pausing a few seconds before he spoke. He couldn’t afford to blow up in her face. Not now. “Katherine. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want anything to do with you. I promise that I have changed. I just want a cup of coffee just like you.”

“It’s tea.” She clarified. “And you aren’t like everyone else. You are an angel, Gabriel. And a murderous one at that.”

She couldn’t quite decipher the expression his face took at her statement. It looked sad, in a ‘I know something you don’t’ way. Fair. There was a lot of things an angel knew that she did not. None of which she cared to find out.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” He smiled sadly. “I am not an angel anymore, Katherine. I am just a man. A human being just like you.”

Katherine was confused. Didn’t know what he meant or what kind of game he was playing. Didn’t care. She was scared. She wanted him to leave. Deep down she was hoping that this was yet another nightmare. That she would wake up in her bed or at her desk screaming; just as she always did when the hell spawn appeared in her dreams.

Though it was unlikely. The diner was never a setting in her nightmares. It was usually her old school, a mortuary or The Old Woman’s Bute on the reservation. And the Gabriel of her dreams looked as she remembered him from years ago. With pale skin and hair black as feathers of crows. And he was usually crushing her skull and she was crying; and it was always painful. This Gabriel was different. Not just physically. But he was talking to her. Almost begging her to listen to him. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, ready to jump.

Gabriel, sensing her discomfort, immediately stepped back. “I’m sorry. Am I…” He paused, seemingly looking for the right thing to say. “… Freaking you out..?”

She almost fell over from shock and had to hold the table for stability. Had he been injured? Was it even possible for him to suffer head trauma? This was the same man who wanted to get rid of the human race, hated them enough to call them monkeys. And now he was here apologizing to her for… Making her uncomfortable? Something was not adding up.

“Please… Just let me explain… At any point in this… conversation… if you felt like I am wasting your time, you could get up and leave. No questions asked.” He said to her cautiously, placing a hand on the table.

He watched as she sighed and rubbed her temples with irritation before opening her eyes, looking into his, evaluating how genuine he was. “Do you want to sit down then?” She huffed out.

Gabriel nodded.

“Knock yourself out.”

“I…” Gabriel frowned slightly, not understanding what she meant. Throughout his fourteen years on this earth, he had learned a lot of things but one thing he had trouble keeping up with was their expressions.

“You can sit, Gabriel. Let’s get this over with.” Katherine clarified and for the first time during their encounter she smiled. “Start from the top.” She said after grabbing the pepper spray she carried and placing it on the table, making sure he knew she was armed if he decided to try anything funny.

Timidly, Gabriel took the seat in front of her immediately reaching for the sugar packets on the table which elicit a sort of knee-jerk reaction from Katherine; and she grabbed the pepper spray as if it was a rosary meant to protect her from the devil. She was sure he would’ve laughed at her pathetic attempt. That is if he was not too busy dumping packet after packet of sugar into his coffee.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Katherine. I can’t, even if I wanted to.” He said in between pouring sugar into his drink. Then he looked up and flashed an eerie grin at her. “I fell.”

Her eyes blew wide and she almost spat out her tea. “Wait. You mean that? Why?”

Finally, seeming satisfied with the obscene amount of sugar in his coffee, Gabriel stopped, grinned again and started stirring it. “I thought you might know better than anyone.” He started. “I was selfish, blind, arrogant…” He paused, seemingly looking for the right word; he took a deep breath. “I was insecure, and I was jealous… I did horrible things. I thought that-”

“You killed Thomas.” Katherine cut him off with a broken voice and he looked up to see that tears had welled in her eyes. That shut him up quick. She hated him. Hated how he was trying to stir up a sob story. For what? Was she supposed to feel sorry for him for fucking himself over? Forgive him for disturbing her for the rest of her life? Traumatizing a little girl? Killing her friend? Her life had not been the same since then and it never will be. No matter what he told her.

“I tried to kill a mother and her unborn child… A child of a human woman and my ki-” He paused. “A human woman and an angel whose birth was prophesied… And now I’m here.”

Funny. How if it was fourteen years ago he would be boasting about his misdeeds. She bet it would’ve been just an ordinary day in his life. Speaking of which, what would’ve happened had he succeeded? Simple. He would’ve won. But it didn’t seem to matter now. He seemed remorseful… Ashamed. Was that possible? For this raging narcissist to feel anything, Katherine wondered.

After a while of silence where the only noise was that of the coffee machine brewing batch after batch of coffee, Katherine spoke up again.  “You don’t like coffee, do you?” She asked softly, motioning to the cup. “Because that is a lot of sugar for one cup.” She teased which made him laugh.

“I should probably cut back on the sugar before it kills me.” He remarked and she smiled, giving a nod of agreement. “Gabriel?” She called softly, clearly intending to start another touchy subject. “Why are you telling me all of this..?”

Why… He didn’t really know. He wanted her to know that he was sorry. But sorry was not going to fix anything. It won’t erase years of evil. It won’t bring back Dagget. He wanted to apologize but that would be pathetic. There were some things that no matter how much or how you apologized could never be forgotten. Some sins just could not be forgiven. But it wasn’t forgiveness he wanted. He didn’t deserve that. He just wanted acceptance.

“I wanted to apologize for all I’ve done.” He started. “I don’t want forgiveness. I’m not looking for pity. I just want you to know that I am sorry. That I am not a threat. I am just like you.”

You are not just like me. Katherine thought. “And you seem oddly cool with it.”

“I wasn’t ten years ago.” Gabriel shrugged. “I got over it. It wasn’t easy. But there’s nothing else I can do.”

He looked down into his coffee mug, watching the sugar crystals dissolve in the liquid unlike his shame which only kept bubbling up. Despite this, it was comforting to talk about it. It won’t fix anything but he had at least gotten it off his chest with a person who did not think he was delusional.

Amongst the silence and the occasional ring of the diner’s door and the sound of the coffee maker, Gabriel heard shuffling noises and looked up to see Katherine holding a packet of cigarettes to him, having already lit herself one.

“Didn’t know if you smoked.” She said flatly.

“That is basically a death stick.” He said, pointing a long finger at the lit cigarette between her lips.

“And the dozen sugar packets you dumped in your coffee are a great health choice?” She flashed him a toothy smile. “I only smoke on special occasions, don’t worry.”

Gabriel didn’t quite know what occasion she was talking about and she didn’t seem like she would answer so he shrugged it off instead and finished his coffee.

“Does me forgiving you get you back to heaven?” Katherine asked after a while, leaning back in her chair and exhaling the smoke with her head tilted back.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes a little. “You think I deserve forgiveness?”

At that, Katherine snorted and shook her head. “To me? No. But… God is good… Maybe he will forgive you if you really change for the better.” She shrugged and finished her cigarette, throwing the cigarette butt in his empty coffee mug

He watched the bunched-up cigarette in the mug as the ashes floated to the surface of the remaining liquid. It was truly amazing and baffling that of all people she believed that he had a chance. He himself didn’t think he did.

“And I guess, what you need is not forgiveness; but redemption.” She added and he nodded in agreement.

“You really have the kindness of a schoolteacher, Katherine. Thank you.” He said genuinely and Katherine nodded, putting on her coat and pulling it tight around herself as she walked out with Gabriel following in tow. “I’m a big believer in second chances if the person is deserving.”

As soon as they stepped out of the diner, the cruel February cold crept up on them, making them both shiver and pull their coats tighter around themselves and rub their arms vigorously to stay warm. Somehow, it was comforting to Katherine to see the monster that taunted her for the past decade shivering as she did in the cold. He was knocked down a peg at least on that front.

“Do you have somewhere to be? Do you need a ride?” She asked through gritted teeth.

Gabriel declined. “I’d drive there myself. H-have a good night. It was nice talking to you.” He said, just about ready to run to his car to get away from the cold.

She nodded. “Don’t stay out too long. You’d catch a cold.” She went to leave before pausing to remove her hair tie and handing it to him. She had to fight hard not to laugh when he gave her a puzzled look. But it would be stupid to laugh at a former lunatic when they could still have their hand on the doomsday button and so, she remained silent.

“To tie your hair, Gabriel. It looks heavy and uncomfortable. Like this.” She explained, turning her back to him and gathering her hair, going through the motions of tying her hair for him to follow. Turning her back on him was another mistake. Like playing Russian Roulette with a machine gun. She exhaled sharply when he did not attack her. At first, she had the idea of tying it back for him but for obvious reasons, she did not go through with it.

“There. Isn’t that much better?” She smiled. He shrugged yet smiled gratefully. He did not feel any different.

They both turned and walked their separate way and despite her fear, Katherine hoped to run into this new Gabriel again someday.

“Gabriel?” She turned around abruptly, and he immediately came to a stop, turning around an raising a brow at her. “You have a very kind smile. You should use that to your advantage.” She called after him. Her statement made him laugh a little which ended with a small smile before he nodded and continued on his way.

That night, for the first time in fourteen years, Katherine did not have nightmares.

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Author’s Note: Thank you guys for reading this stuff! The first 3 installments of The Prophecy are my comfort movies and I’d been wanting to write something for it for a while but I didn’t know what because there’s barely any fanmade content for this franchise (And those that are mostly date back to the early 2000s) 

Gabriel is such a fun character and a real challenge to write since he kinda has two sides, the brooding angel and the sorta humble human. And I tried my best to do it good. I didn’t want to infantilize him but also wanted to keep that boomer-esque - doesn’t understand the hip lingo side without making him seem stupid. I also did not want to make Katherine seem too comfortable with him being around without making it creepy. 

Anyways! Thank you once again and lmk if you want me to write more stuff with The Prophecy bc it’s truly one of my favorites.     

[quornesha]

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[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

"He will arrive at the shop wearing naught, and knowing not why he is there."

"As lightning strikes, two maidens fair be made prisoners."

"The chariot of the Serpent changes hands and shines like the golden sun."

"The Archangel shall partake of earthly delights, and the Lord Of Flies shall join him, as the crickets sing their song." †

"And there shall be joy, and there shall be dancing, but 'twill not last the night, as all the hosts of Hell approach."

"The long-awaited embrace is not what it seemed to be, and all those who look on are struck with a dagger to the heart."

"An Angel bestows forgiveness to a serpent who seeks it not, and as the nightingale falls silent, a Great Sadness befalls the land."

~ Totally Real Agnes Nutter Prophecies That I Definitely Didn't Just Make Up

† "Everyday" was performed by Buddy Holly and the Crickets, in case that one confused you a bit

[heartofashepherd]

Heavenly Visitors and Hellish Foes (Daniel 10) - A daily Bible study fro...

[devildomwriter]

Simeon’s Journey

Simeon was introduced to us as an angel, not just any angel but an archangel; A warrior angel in charge of legions of angels.

From season one we immediately learn not everything is as it seems with Simeon. Simeon tends to bend the rules, be more relaxed, and was mentioned as having once been a Seraph, the highest rank of angel in the Celestial Realm.

In the Celestial Realm Simeon was a brother to Lucifer. He was given a rose garden by his Father and watched it diligently while having a great interest in a book of prophecy, one that foretold he’d one day lose his wings. Although this concerned Mammon, Simeon wasn’t particularly bothered.

When the war broke out, Simeon tried to cover for the brothers, and for this, he was demoted to Archangel, a busy position where his job was to defend the realm from the frontlines. Gone were the days of rest and relaxation with his family and two close remaining friends, Raphael and Michael.

To cope with the loss of the brothers, Simeon began to write about them, likely using the book of prophecy as a reference since most of his books reflected what would eventually become reality, with the main protagonist, Henry, replacing MC. These books would eventually be published but upon visiting the Devildom and discovering the brothers were so different from how he remembered he became disheartened and didn’t continue his work until Season Four of the game.

Upon coming to the Devildom in season one Simeon was guarded against Diavolo and didn’t particularly like him. He enjoyed scaring Luke, befriended Solomon, and acted as a messenger for Michael.

In season two things take a turn with Simeon. He’s more relaxed and adjusted to the Devildom and doesn’t hide his secretly stern behavior, even bringing Mammon to tears when put in charge of a play he’d write.

When everyone learned MC would likely die from their abundance of uncontrolled power, the ring of light was given up as an option because it was lost in the war. Simeon keeps quiet but immediately leaves to steal the ring from the celestial realm to save MC’s life.

These actions closely resemble Lilith’s choice which started the war with similar results.

Lilith directly altered a human's lifespan which is forbidden, by offering him stolen fruit from the Celestial Realm.

Simeon more or less altered MC’s lifespan by bringing them the one object that could keep them alive. If MC hadn’t died, Lucifer would have, Lucifer who although forgiven, was still a traitor to the realm.

The final chat of season two is Michael asking to speak with Simeon. It’s clear he’s in trouble for what he’s done.

In season three we aren’t shown anything is too different with Simeon although the brothers find it weird that he’s in the human world as it’s not an archangel's job. During his time at the cafe, Simeon meets with Raphael on multiple occasions who is checking on how he is doing as a human.

In season four Simeon comes back to the Devildom, this time as a human exchange student though this fact is only known by Solomon, Raphael, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer who keep an eye on him to make sure he is safe from other demons.

Now in the Devildom, it’s clear how powerless Simeon is. Unable to protect himself or his loved ones with an angelic blessing, everyone learns the truth. With the truth revealed and his closest friends there to support him, Simeon finally takes the steps towards accepting his new life as a human and even begins to wear his old celestial realm clothing.

But things don’t end there. Despite his newfound confidence, no more than a few weeks later he becomes sick and unsettled, even missing part of the RAD Science Fair to stay home.

While observing Simeon one day, Lucifer notices his aura has changed and when he confronts Solomon, Solomon reveals that Simeon is turning into a demon and he has been since the human world.

Moments we can see this too in the human world were Simeon’s teasing in the “Celestial Realm”, his threats to the brothers in the cafe, and his confession to Lucifer that he feared his own Father or an aspect of him.

Simeon may not understand what’s happening to him, although he knows his magic is stronger and applauds MC for noticing in chapter 47. Simeon is now forced to make another huge adjustment by becoming a demon, and it’s difficult for the people around him too—after learning Raphael was found staring into space and incorrectly answering questions, even struggling to drink Demonus, which he loves. Michael has been pestering Luke for updates on Simeon, and Luke is now concerned about his condition again.

This will only go a few different ways. Simeon becomes a demon, demon form and all, and perhaps reunites as brother with the other seven, or he’s going to fight against the change to become an angel again as even Raphael states he believes Simeon is better at his “job” than he used to be.

Depending on how Simeon copes with this change, it’s either a tragedy or a new beginning. Simeon has always been disillusioned with his job, even telling MC he believed angels couldn’t have dreams of what they wanted to do, and drunkenly sobbing to Lucifer that he’s now more of a middle management type.

Either way, for Simeon and everyone around him, it’s hardly the ending.