Goliath tried to survey his surroundings. His vision was blurred due to the tears in his eyes caused by the smoke from the fire that was quickly spreading all around him. The gargoyle leader felt helpless and the feeling was foreign to him.

"Demona, Angela, if you can hear me say something." Goliath shouted. Fire surrounded him in all directions and what had once been the Xanatos tower was collapsing around him. He saw a slender azure arm sticking out from a pile of debris and made his way over to it and began to lift the heavy beams when a familiar voice stopped him.

"You let this happen, Goliath. Your blindness was always the doom of our clan." Goliath turned quickly. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but standing in front of him was indeed his rookery brother, Cold-Stone. "You will die along with those you have betrayed."

"Brother, why would you speak this way to me. I have betrayed no one." Cold-Stone smirked and disappeared as the azure arm moved the pile and a decaying Demona rose to her feet and all around him one member of his clan rose up from the ground in various states of decay. They began to walk towards him then while chanting 'your fault.'

…

The Fates approached Goliath and froze time before he could speak with Demona and Brooklyn.

"Oberon told us that we only have to guide them back to the path. Are you certain that this is the right way to do this?" The white-haired Fate asked curiously.

"We all saw what will happen if this new fate remains un-altered. We must stop that at any cost and we do not have much time." The black-haired Fate replied.

"The Crusaders already have killed too many of them and even some of their human allies. We must act now or all will be lost. This dream will cause Goliath to act when he sees that his path is leading inevitably to that conclusion." The blonde Fate added. "Now, let us go visit their human allies. We must put the rest of the pieces into place if our mission is to succeed. They disappeared from the room and appeared in front of Matt just as he closed the door to the room that Angela was in. When they appeared he went to draw his gun and cursed when he realized he had left it on his dresser in his bedroom.

"It's a little early for a date, don't you think?" Matt grinned as the Fates gave him an annoyed look. "Not the talkative types huh? That's okay, why don't you just tell me why you're in my house before I have to be rude and throw you out." Matt said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"You have courage. That is good for you will need it if you are to survive what's to come." The Fates said in unison.

"And what exactly is to come?" Matt asked beginning to feel irritated by the creepy girls.

"You and your new friend in there will determine the course for both of your species for generations to come. Make your choices wisely and be brave no matter what obstacles you face." The blonde Fate advised.

"Get out of my house." Matt demanded and pulled his gun from its holster.

"Very well, we're leaving." The Fates replied. "Just remember that every decision you make from here on will make the difference between war and peace between your two species. Remember that." They went to leave and were surprised to see Puck appear in front of them.

"So, this is your plan? I thought that getting Goliath and the detective woman together was your plan to make peace between the humans and the gargoyles." Puck reminded them.

"That still is the plan; however we need to prepare for the worst scenario." The blonde Fate advised him.

"You're expecting Demona to run back to Goliath aren't you?" Puck chuckled and shook his head. "So, me turning against Lucifer and siding once more with Oberon is reliant on a plan that you're not even certain about."

"You knew the risks when you agreed to this." The black haired Fate pointed out.

"Yes, but then I thought I was working with intelligent beings." Puck sighed irritably. "Alright, I knew that getting Demona to stay with Brooklyn was a long shot so I will help with both ideas and I hope that one of them works out or one species will destroy the other."

"That's correct." The Fates replied.

"You of course do realize that even if both couples stay together that won't guarantee a fix for this situation, don't you?" Puck grinned mischievously at them.

"Yes, of course we know that, which is why we must ask for your help once more." The Fates replied.

"Alright, but this time it's going to cost you." He smiled wide and rubbed his hands together. "So, where do we start?"

…

"You all failed to destroy them." Gabriel shouted. "I can see now that I need to do this for you. In my place I am leaving a trusted assistant who hates these creatures as much as I." The door to the Crusaders conference room opened up and Jason walked through wearing his new gold robes.

"I am thankful to you for bringing me here, milord. I will not fail you." Jason bowed slightly and Gabriel acknowledged him with a slight nod of his head.

"Have a seat my new Lieutenant. Tell the others of your plan and if you do fail me know that I will send you back where I found you." Gabriel stated in a matter of fact tone. Jason became visibly pale but nodded his head firmly.

"I will succeed and the war will begin on schedule." Jason replied. Gabriel grinned wickedly at him.

"It damn well better," He said before he and Marianne walked out of the room.

…

"Are you sure you don't want to live with your sisters?" Hercules asked as he sat in his house cuddled up to Xena while watching the news. She sighed and looked at him for a moment before she replied.

"I love my sisters but the day I found out that you were immortal and I was bond to you was the happiest in my life. If they need me I will help them of course. For now, all I want to do is be with you." She kissed him passionately and they settled in to watch their program.

…

Macbeth and Drexia walked through the streets of New York City. He had his hand around her waist as they headed towards their favorite restaurant. A man wearing all black with a dark hood covering his head stepped from the shadows and slammed the bolt forward on his rifle.

"Now, I have you, monster." The man raised his rifle and took aim through the large scope on top. "Now, you pay for all you've taken from me."

…

Cold-Fire wanted to stop what she knew was about to happen, but she couldn't do anything but stand there and watch. What should have been the happiest day the gargoyles had in centuries would be one of heartbreak for Goliath and she felt bad for the gargoyle she had once called leader. Goliath continued to stare at his angel who was holding the hand of a gargoyle that he had once called friend.

"What is happening here?" Goliath asked.

"It's a long story. Please have a seat my leader and my love and I will tell you the whole story." Saying those words in front of Goliath made her shake so hard that Brooklyn thought she would shake out of her skin. Brooklyn squeezed her hand reassuringly and for a moment he began to feel bad for his old friend.

I have to do this if I am going to prove why she should be with me. "It is your right to challenge Goliath, but know that you will not win her heart through a fight." Brooklyn pointed out.

"I will listen for now." Goliath growled and his eyes began to glow bright white. He sat down and waited to hear what they had to say. This can't be real. I must be dreaming. That was his last thought before Demona cleared her throat and began to tell him their story.

…

Elisa arrived home after another long shift and after she pet her cat Cagney for a moment she headed to take a shower. She reached the bathroom door and quickly turned as she drew her gun.

"You won't need that, Detective." The white haired Fate informed her.

"We're here with important news." The black haired Fate added.

"It's about you, the gargoyles, and the Fate of all mankind." The blonde Fate finished. "Just give us a few minutes and we're certain that you'll understand why we had to come to see you." Elisa switched the safety back on and slowly lowered the gun.

"You have five minutes. Start talking." Elisa ordered.