Monsters and Angels

~Epilogue~


It has been several years since that terrible night of fire and death. Half the humans of the world were washed away in that blistering tide. Lucifer was at last destroyed, and Gabriel…. Well he hasn’t been the same since that night.

He rarely smiles, and his eyes are haunted. Not even Michael can beat good nature back into him. Many in heaven are worried about him. The balance of power restored, love has returned to the hallowed halls.

But he rarely speaks to them about how he feels. He has closed a part of himself off, or so they think. I know better. Late at night he comes to the rooms that Raphael and I share and begs to talk.

I sit for hours in the garden, the messenger’s head in my lap as he sobs his sorrows and regrets. Much like the keeper did. I know, I can see, that he is slowly making peace with all that has happened. Right now he is fragile but refuses to let others see it. Only we two know, the keeper and angel of death.

One day he will smile again. Why? Well, I can’t really say. That’s a secret.

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The humans far below, have picked up the pieces, although the scars of that battle remain. They have the chance now to be as the master intended. Free. To choose everything on their own. No angelic interference.

For the most part they have done pretty well. After the horrors that were unleashed, they seem to value one another more now. Sad, that it took such a terrible thing to bring that about.

Not every demon was taken, not every monster was destroyed. In fact, a few new ones were born. Genova was born to Kieran’s fangs, and shortly thereafter, both left the service of the nearly non-existent Vatican.

They made their way to England to join the Hellsing Organization, which always stands at the ready to defend crown and church. Alucard and he have been spatting like long lost lovers ever since. Something that amuses Michael to no end.

And speaking of the church. Well there isn’t one anymore, not really.

People finally realized the one thing heaven knew all along. Faith, belief they are wonderful things. Precious things. But you put them in the hands of finite beings and they twist them, Mangle them.

There is no organized religion anymore. Amazing that the holy wars have ceased completely. Muslim, Christian, Catholic, the lines that once divided were erased by fire and blood. Now there are simply believers and non-believers.

Everyone thinks Utopia is possible now. But as much as I would like that, I know better. They can have peace and learn from each other now, but it is only a matter of time before someone draws those lines again.

It always happens. It is the causality of free will. The one thing that insures the balance of good and evil.

Good, evil, monsters, angels. Will I one day find myself on the other side of that line? Who can say, who can name us? I can only trust my master and the secrets that the keeper of my heart holds. To believe that everything will work out in the end.

Yes, I want to believe that. I have to.

In the end, is an angel’s faith really any different from a monsters? A humans?

I guess not……

I can only ask for one thing...

Put is all aside. Those differences, that hatred, that anger. Just care for each other, love each other, even when you don't want to, even when it's hard.....

In the end, we are all we really have.