Marisa Coulter and her daemon, Lord Asriel her lover and his daemon and finally the
Metatron plummeted into the abyss. Into an eternal darkness, to fall and fall as in a
horrible dream and yet to never wake. Mrs Coulter was struck by the pure force that tore
at the fibers of her very existence. The Metatron was now almost ripped apart for he had
no fleshy form like she and Asriel had. Marisa Coulter clasped the hand of her lover.
They embraced, happy to spend their last moments in each others arms. Their daemons
two were clinging together, the sleek golden monkey perched on top of the elegant snow
leopard. Marisa felt the joy knowing that now, thanks to them, Lyra would live until she
was old and fulfill her destiny. Yet she regretted deeply not being alive to see her grow
into a young woman. She could feel her body in Asriel's arms, yet it was no longer her
body and his no longer his. Her consciousness seeping away from the flesh, merging with
everything around her. Her golden monkey daemon wavered in its form. Marisa Coulter
and Lord Asriel sighed in unison as if they were one. They welcomed death.
Yet a strange thing happened. Their bodies were still falling, yet their minds floated
motionless
above them. The very particles of their beings meshed and they took on a new form:
angels. Their fleshy bodies fell into darkness. Marisa and Asriel, still in each others arms,
flapped their light wings and rose above the abyss and its darkness. For by sacrificing
their own lives to save Lyra, who would in turn save many, they had been transformed
into angels. Pure joy emanated from their forms. Now they could spend all of eternity
without the worries of their former material world. They could spend their days together.
The two lovers drifted away holding each other in their arms.