After the destruction of the Great Volturi, the forces of Chaos fell apart and the Empire conquered the entire omniverse. A golden age began, where all sapient life unified to create a utopic civilization. It took many years of hard work, social reform, and vigorous debate, but they managed to create something that satisfied everyone at least somewhat.

Dreadward ended up marrying Bella and became the Emperor of all things. They had a child together, called Jacob Jr., and he is set to be the heir of the Empire in the nigh-impossible case that his parents die.

The Yazata legion commanded by Dreadward and Jacob became renowned heroes. They converted the Cathedral Oblivion into a travelling space museum, dedicated to the history of the war between the Empire and Chaos. Billions visit it each year.

The Doom Elves, after the fall of Chaos, were forced to rejoin the Fate Elven civilization, which they were exiled from millions of years ago. Though there was much racial tension at first, the Doom Elves and Fate Elves learned to accept each other and find peace.

The space succubi, who abandoned Chaos due to their love for Dreadward, formed a successful law firm. Sadly, their professional obligations meant they had little time or desire for sex and relationships, frustrating those men (and a surprising amount of women) who were tempted by their beauty.

Lightraper, its hunger for souls finally satiated by the battle in the Forbidden Sector, was set free by Dreadward. It became the central part of a demon made out of swords, like the ones that once ruled the Doom Elves. This swordman became a master blacksmith, and eventually settled down and married a woman made of pistols.

R.E.N.E.S.M.E.E, during her lengthy imprisonment inside a black hole, came to realize that a life of evil was fruitless and she should dedicate herself to good deeds. When the black hole decayed and she was set free, she became a renowned philanthropist. Rumors exist of a tryst between her and the Empress. Dreadward, upon learning of the allegations, is quoted as saying "I'm pretty sure everyone would like to fuck their own clone. I know I would."

The author, having finished his stupid story, moved on to greater pursuits. He was a little disappointed at how he couldn't come up with a better ending, but oh well. He hopes that you enjoyed reading his work, and that you'll share it with others, make it become a renowned internet sensation, and get him nominated for a Nobel Prize for Literature. This is unlikely, but a man can dream, can't he?