George Lovelace

George wasn't really surprised about what happened. He'd known, in some deep part of his brain, that he wasn't exactly like any of his friends. He had the strength, but none of the natural ability to run into danger and actually survive it. Not like Simon.

Watching Simon drink from the cup had been a real pleasure, as it was his brother in front of him. George had always been an optimistic. He knew Simon could die, but had never believed it – and rightly so. Plus, it wouldn't have made any sense, since his friend had already saved the world and all that. He was a worthy Shadowhunter, obviously unlike himself.

So, as George drunk from the cup, his only thoughts were about the future, and how sexy was the woman looking lovingly at Simon. Then, as some words echoed in his brain in a strange fond and yet cold voice, the pain shook him. "You are not meant for this life". He didn't have the time to try and understand it. He started screaming as he felt his own bones betray him, his flesh turned against him. But well, it wasn't such a surprised that he had failed, and he had the time to congratulate himself for preventing his parents from being there.

Even not allowing himself to think about the possibility of dying, he had known it was quite a realistic possibility. And then, he forgot who he was and stopped thinking, drowning in the pain.

So. Dying, yes, he was in a way expecting it, and more importantly, accepting it. That, on the contrary, was quite a surprise. Because despite all his flaws, George knew perfectly well he wasn't stupid, and was therefore dead. He felt quite betrayed, actually, not being provided with God's Peace and Acceptance, and being instead waiting next to his grave in a non corporal corpse that felt exactly like the living one.

How could he be dead and yet feel so... undead? Alive ? Feeling and all that ? Even if, to be fair, he wasn't exactly feeling, physically speaking.

A woman came. So, apparently he had been dead long enough to have a funeral. And wasn't that Simon, watching sadly at his grave, with his friends surrounding him ? What a weird day.

George remembered the voice, and realized he was different. Now, he was seeing the world in a slightly different way. The woman watched him and smiled. She put her hand in his shoulder, and they both disappeared. George felt good. He understood, without knowing how. He knew. The cup refused him as a Shadowhunter, because he "wasn't meant for this life". He was meant for another life. An angelic one.