He soared, high above the clouds. He felt the warmth of the sun on his back, and as amazing as that was it was nothing to feeling the air and sun and clouds caress his brand new wings! He had never dreamed about the freedom birds felt as they soared and rolled and the view! He was higher then any mountain, he could easily go above the clouds, he had yet to find his limits. Part of him wondered if he could reach the moon, maybe visit the other planets.

This wasn't what he expected, he never thought he'd feel so content, so free, so at peace. He thought the ultimate reward his kind got was dusty remains floating on a breeze, and an eternity in hell to pay for the crimes the demon committed while the soul was banished.

He had thought about the Shanshu prophecy, he'd fantasized about it, of course, who wouldn't? He'd fought for his soul; he'd bled for it, cried for it, burned for it. He endured hardships and torment beyond what any normal demon would accept for so little a reward… but it was worth it. It was so amazingly worth it.

He'd died that night in the alley, behind the Hyperion, he knew that now. He knew he'd fought, had fallen, but he'd lived a good life. He'd saved countless lives, closed a Hellmouth, helped destroy a Hell God, tore apart his branch of the Circle of the Black Thorn, and aided in the fight against the minions from hell… He'd gotten some good use out of his soul, more then he thought he possibly could have when he fought for it for the love of a woman who could never have loved him back.

He laughed at his foolishness, and how narrow minded he'd been, and how close he'd come to loosing it all. He was home, truly home, among the angels.

He pondered going back to earth, to visit in his ethereal form the Slayer that still held his heart in her dainty hand, or the Sire who'd gotten his humanity back at the end of that last battle, but changed his mind, laughing again at how foolish he was.

Earth was but a beginning, THIS is where they'd end up. He'd find them again, when their time came, he'd fine them, and share with them the bliss of flying in the sun. Finally, he can rest, finally he could stop fighting… he was free.