She had lived a good life. She had married a good man and had children and grandchildren. She had created a happy home.
And now at the end, taking her last breath, her husband's hand in hers and her family around her, she felt at peace. It was time to go. She was ready.
She took her last breath and the world faded to white.
…
When she awoke, she was in her old house. The one in Pontiac where they had lived happily before the angels and demons had swept in like a hurricane, decimating their family; collateral damage from their holy war.
She looked down; the wrinkled hands she had come to know were once again smooth with youth. She felt her face, free of the marks of old age, her hair the same light blond it had been in her younger years.
"Claire."
Her mother stood in the dining room, setting the table for dinner.
She was smiling, her expression calm, at peace. Her eyes held none of the pain that they had after the demon had invaded her and used her up.
"Are you coming to dinner?"
Claire smiled, moving to the table and hugging her mother tightly, breathing in the scent of home.
Movement caught the corner of her eye and she turned.
"Daddy!" She shouted, flying into his arms, feeling them close around her in a cocoon of warmth and comfort and protection.
"Hey baby." He said, lowering his face to kiss her. She could feel his body shaking as he cried into her hair.
After an endless moment they pulled apart, Claire looking up into her father's red-rimmed eyes.
"Is it really you?" She asked, "Are you really here?"
He nodded and smiled.
"Yes, I'm really here."
Amelia moved forward and Jimmy pulled her and Claire in, holding his girls close. The girls he had given everything for.
They stood for an eternity holding onto each other there in their own little pocket of heaven.
Fin