Demons Fall First

by Safire Lupe

An old rival reappears in Sebastian's life, but a lot has changed w/in her since he last saw her. Harboring a secret & a sorrow, Sebastian uncovers her true intentions for constantly trailing him, the connections they share, & the past that changed her into a whole new being. This is the story of a Demon Butler and a Fallen Demon. SEBASTIANxOC. Warning: Mild sexual themes COMPLETED

34. Epilogue

I didn't want to write this epilogue so soon, but I can't leave my readers weeping just because of last chapter's ending. So enjoy everyone!

Thanks to those who reviewed the finale chapter: Serah, Silver Akuma Kitsune, VampireSiren, Furionknight, Imitation Paranoid Marionette, Your Guardian Demon, Sam one, Guest (1), Guest (2), and Araiae4u.

I do not own Kuroshitsuji, except for my OCs. I thought I'd say this for this final final chapter. Hehe.

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Epilogue

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The morning was chilly, colder than the usual as winter draws near. Despite the temperature, a large and bustling crowd of people walk about the sidewalks in their large coats, shoes tip-tapping against the concrete as they made their way to whatever destination they had to reach. Animated chatters and conversations mingled with beeping horns and engines revving as cars line up on the road, waiting for the traffic to thin.

Vehicles on one street of a crossroad slowed, halting at the red glow of the traffic light, and allowing those from the other road to pass. A crowd of people gathered at the border of a sidewalk, shadowed by the tall buildings that surrounded the city, watching the wheels cross and obscure the white pedestrian lane painted on the pavement; some busy with their own business, phones to their ear or eyes glancing on screens; some busy chatting with a friend, and others just waiting.

Within that particular crowd, two tall figures stood amongst them, clad in black trench coats too thin to protect them from the chill of late-autumn London. They stood by each other, one wearing a black fedora low on his head, the other a pair of dark sunglasses – which was a strange accessory since the sun wasn't too bright, shrouded by the light gray clouds. They stood in silence compared to all the bustling noise surrounding them, staring straight at the other side of the road.

The traffic light goes green, and the vehicles slowed to a stop. A gap was created, and in between that was the white broken lines of the pedestrian lane. The waiting crowd scurried out onto the road, pointed heels clicking and soles of either leather or rubber tapping on the concrete as they went, trying to reach the other side before the street light shifts back to red. The two tall and black figures walked along, hands in their coat pockets, walking in quick strides whist avoiding knocking people on their shoulders.

By the time the last of that batch of street walkers reached the other side, the light returned back to red and the vehicles continued on. The crowd disperses, going different directions, moving on with their lives. The two tall figures, however, remained rooted on their spots, seemingly waiting for a moment.

When one of them moved, so did the other. They took a few steps forward, before the one wearing a fedora turned to his left, and then halted, glancing behind him at the one with the sunglasses, who was just beginning to walk off, but to the right side of the street. Sensing the others eyes on him, he too halted and glance at his companion.

"You're not coming along?" asked the one with the black hat, his voice deep, mature and masculine, however smooth like river flowing over rocks. His fedora tipped over his forehead, hiding his eyes over the shadow of the hat's rim.

The other took a few seconds staring at him behind the dark tint of his glasses, before raising black leather gloved hands up to his shoulders to raise the hood of his coat, the linings of which was covered in thick, glossy black fur. "No. It's something you have to deal with alone. I have to go meet someone." He replied in an equally deep and smooth voice, though compared to the other his tone lacked emotional quality and was more stoic, although polite. He turned away, facing the right side of the sidewalk, hands back on his pockets. "I'll see you later." He added, before walking on.

The fedora wearing male stared ahead at his silhouette before he mingled with the crowd of passers-by. His shoulders loosened a little, before he himself turned to his designated direction, strutting along with everyone else taking that path.

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He raised a finger up his face, pushing up the sunglasses at the bridge of his nose as he stared up at the old, slightly worn-down sign. The walls surrounding it were old, standing out against the newer bricks and freshly painted walls of the more modern infrastructures around it. The place was far from the main sidewalk, into an alleyway set between two tall apartment style buildings.

It did not change one bit – A piece of dark history among modern society.

Striding forward, he pushed open the door. A bell chimed as it opened, the sound seemingly nostalgic. The interior remained unchanged like the exterior: old, dusty and gray – an air of meager East End Victorian London around him, although fluorescent light bulbs replaced the lamps and candelabrums. He took light steps forward, his shoes echoing a little, to stare down at one of the coffins that littered the room. It was open, and the design more like the modern day caskets then the old style wooden hood over box. A corpse of an old man wearing a black suit lay inside, body pale and wrinkled, but expression at rest.

"You still receive customers at this day and age?" he suddenly said out loud, eyes behind sunglasses still staring down at the body. Someone chuckled behind him, and he slowly glanced over his shoulder, his fur-lined hood falling back on his shoulders.

"Why, of course." A man, clad in all black including a large black hat upon his head of long silver hair, said in a voice that could be compared to an insane old man. He was seated on a closed coffin that was more like the ones of the past, his legs crossed and the tip of his boot pointing out. A wide grin was set on his scarred face. "Times may change but humans still die, and when they die, they come to me," He snickered, and then pouted, his cheery voice diminishing to a low, "Unfortunately, the guests that visit aren't the same. Though the occasional gruesomely murdered victim shows up for some touch up, it's still not as interesting as it were before."

Undertaker sighs, his back slouching as he did, before he grinned once again. With a quick push from his seat, he was back on his feet. Long, black tinted nails touched the rim of his hat when he pulled it off, the long silver strands over his face parting with the flip of his head, and gleaming yellow-green eyes stared at his visitor. He bent down to pick up a porcelain jar on a nearby table, and as he made his way to the other male he flipped the jar open, inserting a hand into it.

He halted, smiled a less maniacal smile. "Long time no see, old chum," he said, and then pulled out his hand, fingers holding on to a bone-shaped biscuit which he reached out for the black-coated male, in continued in a slightly sarcastic tone, "By the way, I love the new hairstyle," he chuckled.

The man raised his gloved hand over his face, pulling off the sunglasses and settling it on his breast pocket. His fingers brushed over the dark red strands of his long, slightly fly-away bangs, which was once neatly tucked behind his left ear, was now framing one side of his face to cover almost the entire left side. His only visible eye, the right, opened as soon as the glasses left, the topaz iris gleaming as he smiled at the Undertaker. "Indeed…Isaac," He muttered politely, reaching out for the cookie, and then bringing it over his mouth to bite down on it.

Isaac Hywell smirked as he watched him chew, then he walked pass him to shut the cover of the casket and then sitting over it, not at all disturbed at the dead man laying inside.

Setting himself down on a chair leaning on a wall across the mortician, Gabriel Winterson crossed his legs as he took another bite, chewing slowly.

Tilting his head to one side, the smirk did not leave Undertaker's lips as he spoke. "Looks like the situation down below has finally calmed," he began.

The Fallen Demon closed his eyes, leaning his back against the chair, looking relaxed. "So I've heard. It took them long enough." He said in his monotone, a small sigh leaving his lips.

"They made quite a commotion. We hadn't realized that it would affect the world so much: World wars, cold wars, nuclear attacks, the small pox epidemic, massacres, sacrificial cults, a rise in poverty and corruption, and the like…the Reapers never been so busy before. I couldn't enjoy my retirement with them popping in every now and then, asking for assistance. " Undertaker rested his chin on the ball of his hand while his elbow was propped over his knee. His yellow green eyes was facing the window, looking out at the road through the dark purple blinds. "Demons then greatly outnumbered us. I'm amazed that the Dispatch was able to keep control of them in the human realm without so many Reaper casualties."

"Demons live with rules and state that should be followed with the utmost compliance. There are strict eyes that watch a demon's every move. They can only leave for the human world when called for contracts or of important business, but without a proper governing system, they'll riot out from the underworld and wreak havoc, most especially those from the lower class, manipulating humans, taking souls randomly and creating distort and chaos." Gabriel explained in that deep monotone of his, his head cast down. "I heard that the new King was appointed a century ago, but it seemed it took him awhile before the hierarchy was once again restored and the rioting demons had been thrown back in Hell." The male adjusted in his seat, inwardly sighing as he turned his head to the window, "Strangely though, even while the conflict was still going on, we still receive assignments, though the letters are usually left around on our doorstep. I don't know who sent them, but every now and then I'd spot a snake, so I suppose whoever succeeded the name of 'Lucifer' was probably a descendant of his."

Silence followed after that, Gabriel staring out the window with a distant gaze, his only visible eye half-lidded as he watched a few cars stream by the neighborhood. Isaac watched him, chin up slightly as he looked at the Fallen Demon with a serious expression, his scarred face devoid of a smile.

"You know, the hubbub would have resolved sooner if you only stepped up the throne." Gabriel snapped his head at the Undertaker, a dark brow raised. The retired Reaper stood up, walking over to him. He rested a hand on his hip as he halted in front of the topaz eyed male, a pout on his face, his expression annoyed. "Nobody else might have known who ended the first Devil, but I do. You are the one who annihilated him after all. That scar on your face is evidence enough."

For a long while, Gabriel stared up at him, his expression nonchalant. And then he closed his eyes, smirking mischievously. He leaned his left elbow on the arm of the chair as he ran his hand over his hair, parting the bangs that covered one side of his face as he did, and exposing the dark line of a scar that ran down from his brow down his eye lid and the rise of his cheek bone. It was a clean long line, unlike the mangled one on his left hand, and it chipped on the hair of his thin eyebrow.

"You are the true successor of Satan. You would have done a lot better job in controlling the damned than anyone else," added the Undertaker, watching as Gabriel opened his eyes to look back him. His right eye, the only one that was exposed earlier, no longer gleamed topaz but flashed its demonic red with black slit pupils. His scared left eye, however, was all black, like the deep abyss, and the cat-like pupil a pristine white.

No sooner than that, his eyes shifted back to their normal topaz, though it still blazed like the embers of a dying flame. "You know Hell no longer befits someone like me, Isaac. No damned would want a Fallen Demon as their king, and frankly, I don't want to be one either. I do not want power. I do not need a kingdom. I do not want to rule over a group of wicked fools. Besides, I already have my own group…" he paused, thinking over what he said, and then smiled knowingly after deciding to change his words. He continued in a much softer voice, his usual monotone filled with emotion. "I already have my own family to take care of."

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A door creaked as it was pushed open and the light from outside seeped into the room from the crack. A tall, human-shaped shadow blocked the shaft of light, before it disappeared when the door was once again closed.

The room was dim, lit only by the faint sunlight that was able to seep through the closed curtains of the small home. Footsteps tapped on the tiled flooring, and each step echoed in the silence of the house, which was situated far from the bustling town square the newcomer had came from earlier.

The man in a black trench coat and fedora walked further into the plain looking house, hands still in his coat pocket, but he didn't go so far when he stopped the moment he stepped on something wet. He looked down, the tip of his hat tilting, when his black shoe splashed on a thin puddle of red, slightly sticky liquid. Blood. Still fresh.

He looked up to face the almost empty living room, particularly at the three lifeless bodies lying at a pool of their own blood. From the looks of it, two of the corpses had died a terrible death, their limbs practically torn apart like it had been done by a savage beast, before being pierced on their abdomens, leaving a gaping hole where their innards should have been. The room reeked of rotten flesh and death, even if the deadly deed only occurred around an hour ago.

The third dead body, however, had his limbs intact, but he was sprawled on the floor along with the rest, face up on the ceiling. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly opened, looking peaceful. The only brutal thing about that body was the fact that its chest cavity was open, and peering into that bloody rib cage was a teenage boy, whose back faced the newcomer. The boy's hands, fingernails midnight black in color, were dripping with blood.

The taller man lowered his head, a black-gloved hand raised to hold his fedora. "How very messy. Have you forgotten the table etiquette I've taught you?" he clicked his tongue in disappointment, drawing away the hat on his head. Silky ebony hair that was long enough to reach his chin showed, and his eyes flashed open – a glistening pair of irises as red as the blood on the floor.

"You actually came…" said the teenager, who slowly turned his head around to peer at him through his shoulder. A breeze passed by through a narrow opening of a window, blowing on the curtains. The room was temporarily brighter, a shaft of light touching the face of the younger male and shining on navy hair and calculating cobalt eyes. "…Sebastian."

Sebastian Michaelis had a stone-like look on his face when his red eyes met blue. His eyes narrowed slightly when the breeze stopped and the curtains went back to covering the sunlight from seeping into the room. He raised his head a little when he spoke in a low voice, "Lucilla told me that you kept requesting to see me."

Shifting his eyes away from him, Ciel Phantomhive watched the curtains flow lightly with a half-lidded gaze, the image of the brunette female who was just his sentry before his contract ended an hour ago fleet pass his mind. "And you came because you felt like you were ordered to?" he asked, his tone curious but had hints of cynicism.

"No. I came by my own free choice." Sebastian said without hesitation, his eyes still focused at the younger.

Ciel was silent for a moment, still staring at the curtains at the left of the room. Then he turned his attention back to his former butler, his expression the same as he had when he was still human. "I haven't seen you for a long time."

"You aren't supposed to," the older said quickly, blinking his eyes slowly.

"Is that why you've been denying my requests to meet you?"

"I have only heard of your requests an hour ago." Sebastian tilted his head, tearing his eyes away from Ciel's gaze to look at the curtains this time, "I suppose Lucilla had explained to you enough. We are not supposed to interact with you unless deemed necessary."

The younger's eyes narrowed slightly. "And you deemed this meeting we have right now necessary?"

The dark-haired male faced him again, expression undisturbed. "No. But I have freedom. I came because I wanted to." He said in his low baritone, slightly cold, but serious. "I wanted to listen to whatever you wanted to say to me."

Ciel raised his chin and scrutinized him. "Were you expecting an apology?" he asked, a dark eyebrow raised.

"No," Sebastian replied after a few seconds, "You never apologize to me, and you wouldn't be forgiven anyway." His ruby eyes had narrowed slightly, the orbs blazing behind the dimness of the room.

Ciel stared at him, his expression plain, not minding the ice in the statement at all. He wasn't asking for forgiveness in any case. "There's nothing much for me to say, really. I merely wanted to see what became of you."

Former butler and master exchanged stern gazes that would have rendered a loud crowd to complete silence. Sebastian studied the boy, his eyes looking him up and down, finally noticing how tall the former earl was now. He was probably close to his height by now. His features had also changed, when he had thought that the boy will forever remain in his thirteen year old body. The once frail looking human was now a lean and mature demon. All signs of baby roundness in his face had disappeared. Ciel looked like his father, though still a younger version, as his blue eyes remained big and round, but emotionless. A blue pentacle rested on his right iris, the design no longer his, but different and unfamiliar.

"You received your own seal," the older demon said out loud, "So I suppose you've also received a rank and name."

The corners of Ciel's lips tug up into a small smirk, "Ranking, yes. Name, no." he saw the former butler's eyebrow raise, "I am Ciel Phantomhive, for all of time." He stated, pride spoken out with his sullied name that was now almost forgotten in history.

"I reached a respectable place in the ladder, though not the one I had wanted at the start." The younger's gaze darkened at his own words, recalling that unfulfilled promise made by a corrupt being. He turned his gaze away from Sebastian, "But it is high enough, close to something similar to the earldom inherited to me a long time ago."

"That's good." Ciel snapped his head at the other's direction, surprised at the unexpected response. Sebastian stared back, and the younger noticed his eyes softened a little. "It means you've settled well into Hell." The older added, "Even when Lucilla mentioned to me that she had spared you, I had thought that you were eventually killed by a more powerful demon when you finally entered the Underworld."

"You've really gone soft, Sebastian." Ciel muttered while wearing a mischievous smirk, the same smirk whenever he planned a method when investigating cases back in his human days. "I always have tricks under my sleeve, Sebastian. That's how I survived."

The younger demon turned away, once again facing the body of his recent contractor. The smirked had faded from his face, replaced with a look of slight disdain. "That Lucilla Landis always seemed to be my sentry for every contract I make. I had thought I'd be rid of that woman's arrogant face a hundred years ago," he glanced at Sebastian again, "I was hoping that it would be your turn," he closed his eyes, looking thoughtful for a moment, "So we could converse about the old times."

'And you called me soft,' Sebastian mentally chuckled. His gaze softened as he stared at his former master, trying to find the exact meaning of the nostalgic way he spoke his words. "You cannot choose who you want as your sentry, and it is not our decision to which demon we want to be assigned with." He stated the fact as he closed his eyes solemnly, and a small frown made its way on Ciel's features.

"But," he added, opening his eyes, the red orbs blazing, "I will await for that day, when it comes."

Ciel's eyes narrowed and scowled, seeing through the older's eyes, watching the red glaze with mischief. "I thought you dislike lying?" he said in a slow and disgruntled tone.

The older smirked playfully. He turned around without a word, making his way to the door, his steps once again echoing.

"By the way…"

Sebastian stopped – his glove-hand on the door knob midway from opening the door. He turned to glance at the younger demon with a slightly annoyed look on his face. Ciel's back was facing him as he was once again looking down at the corpse by his feet.

"Lucilla told me." The navy-haired boy seemingly ended his sentence there, and when he turned his head around, his face stoic, he added in a bored tone, "Congratulations."

Sebastian was taken aback, eyes widening and mouth slightly agape at the boy's words, not expecting him to say that. And then the dark-haired demon smiled genuinely, his expression sincere. "Thank you," he muttered softly and in an earnest tone, audible enough for Ciel to hear. Then he turned away, settled the fedora back on his head, open the door, and left.

Ciel watch as the door close, the lock clicking. He stared at it for a long while, contemplating why he even said those words. He grumbled, his face contorting to a frown, irritated at himself. He glared at the door for a moment before turning back to the corpse of his master once again, bending down to savor the last essence of the soul of his meal.

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The bell chimed once again when the door suddenly. Gabriel left the Undertaker's shop with a long sigh. He took a few steps away from the door, his eyes cast on his sunglasses as he fiddled with them.

"I knew I'd find you here." He halted, looking up to his right at the approaching female figure.

Lucilla Landis gave him a wide grin as she raised a black-gloved hand to wave nonchalantly at him. She flipped her shoulder length auburn hair as she stepped closer, her heels clicking on the concrete sidewalk. She was dressed in black leather skinny jeans and a pair of knee high dark brown boots. She wore a black trench coat, a design similar to Gabriel's, but more feminine and without the fur-line hood. A dark green scarf was draped on her shoulders over the coat.

Gabriel straightened upon seeing her, lowering his hands on his sides, a bored expression on his face. "Is your assignment finish?" he asked in his deep monotone, looking down at the pair of emerald eyes when she stopped in front of him.

"Around an hour and thirty minutes ago," she said after flicking her wrist to look at her watch. She looked up, a pout on her lips, "It was a quick contract, one week actually." She spoke in her slightly-Irish accent. Lucilla grumbled for a moment, planting her hands on her hips and sighed dramatically, "The boredom was excruciating. I can't wait to get home."

"Not so fast." She heard Gabriel say and looked up, only to frown when the male retrieved an envelope from his inner coat pocket, waving it between his gloved fingers. He tilted his head. "This came by this morning." He flipped it over to reveal Lucilla's green pentacle with an 'X' across it, proving that the letter was in fact, for her.

"Ehhhh?" The brunette cried out in disappointment, slouching slightly.

The topaz-eyed male rolled his eyes at her reaction, but did not stop himself from smiling. "Don't worry, you're not alone."

Lucilla looked up at him and blinked her wide green eyes. Gabriel flicked his fingers that held the envelope, revealing that there were actually two of them. The other enveloped, however, bore the male demon's crossed-marked red pentacle. The male smirked, though his eyebrows furrowed with annoyance. "You and I are going to New York," he said, glancing at her with his gleaming topaz eyes.

The female's lips tug up to a wide, playful grin. She raised an eyebrow at him as she shifted her weight on one foot. "Just the two of us?" there was mischief in the way she spoke.

Immediately, the smile on his lips widened, and he lightly swatted Lucilla's forehead with the envelopes, before leaning down to reach her level, their noses inches apart. Lucilla pouted at him for the sting on her forehead, but stared up his orange eyes, momentarily eyeing the scar that ran down his left side.

"We're there for sentry work, Lucy," he said with hints of playfulness in his monotone, but when he said her nickname, he allowed it to roll out his tongue with a slither.

She closed an eye, winking at him, as she beamed a smile. "Aye. But sentry work is so boring nowadays, won't we get some time for some fun?" she giggled lowly.

Gabriel smirked. He gave a deep and short chuckle before straightening. He slipped on his sunglasses and tucked a stray strand of maroon-colored hair from his face. He stared up at the sky for a moment, and then turned to Lucilla. He raised his left gloved hand towards her, palm up.

"We'll see," he told her softly, a genuine smile in his usually plain face. Lucilla returned the smile, and then raised her own hand, planting it over his offering palm, allowing his fingers to curl around her smaller hand, squeezing reassuringly.

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In a blur of black, Sebastian's aura entered the premises of the compound. His red eyes looked up at the large modern but Victorian style manor that now served as the Fallen Demons new headquarters. He made his way towards the front door, stepping on the stone path on the grass green lawn, taking in the scent of the asphodels that lie in patches surrounding the front porch, along with bushes of red and white roses.

He halted by the closed door when he heard a soft sound. He felt something nudge on his legs and looked down to find a large black cat along with two black kittens staring up at him, their golden eyes shining in the sunlight. They mewled and the cat-lover demon smiled, bending low to rub his gloved hand on their heads and neck. Apparently, black cats have been gathering around the compound since last month, which was strange since they were situated in an isolated area. Nevertheless, nobody had plans to shoo them away. He and his brother welcomed the felines.

Allowing the kittens to follow him into the manor, Sebastian quickly undid the buttons of his trench coat and hung it on a nearby coat hanger along with his fedora, leaving him in only his black pants, and white buttoned-up shirt. As he went on further into the living room, he slipped off his black gloves, discarding them neatly on the end table next to a velvet red couch. He stood still for a moment, slowly glancing around the room, his ears only listening to silence. He inhaled deeply and then sighs, his shoulders relaxing. He had been away for almost a year with an assignment, and though he had lived in this mansion longer than that, he always felt like it was the first time he stepped in the house. He shook his head, throwing away the weary thoughts.

The door to the music room was open, and he could see the grand piano in the center of the large room, the light from the window reflecting on the glossy black surface. Lucilla wasn't home, and she wouldn't be around for a while, after finding those envelopes at their doorstep. He could not sense Gabriel in his study. He probably already left for his assignment as well.

He sighs yet again. The silence of the house was lonely.

Leaning on the back of the sofa, Sebastian stared at his bare left hand, at the blaring scar that mangled his black pentacle. It's been more than a hundred years since then, and yet the memory of the agonizing pain and suffering still lingered. There were times when he would look at his scar, imagining it would burst open again, his blood and energy leaving him from that hole. He cringed every time that image popped out, and he'd shut his hand into a fist, gripping tightly until his knuckles went white.

He slowly planted his scarred palm over the left side of his chest. He closed his eyes, feeling the thumping rhythms of his heart against the tips of his fingers. It still felt foreign to him when he hear his own heart beating whenever he closed his eyes in a silent room.

Within every being, there exists is a heart. He had been born with a shriveled black heart of a demon that allowed his blood to circulate his body like the icy waters of a glacier. His shriveled black heart had heard they cries of many deaths, had seen the viciousness of a demon, and had tasted the souls of more than a thousand unfortunate souls. But when he dug within the abyssal crevices of that unbeating black heart, there was a light at the very core. It felt the fleeting light of emotion, confused it, and let it die, only to be reborn once again, red and beating, pumping comfortable warmth throughout his every being.

Angels have fallen into demons and have descended into a place full of darkness, with no way to reach back up again should they regret their fate. They could not rise; the only path to anything is down, inwards to the darkest pits. In fear of more despair, demons stay put, chaining themselves to an undeserving fate. Fallen Demons are those who decided to descend further, looking for a way out, because the only way left for them is down. In the end, they all found a light. For even in the deepest of the darkness, a light exist. The center of the earth is not totally black; it has a core that burns the brightest.

'All shadowed angels seek salvation like a thirst

But the heart is the reason why demons fall first.'

Sebastian mouthed the lines of a poem his older brother had shared him, as he continue to feel the thumping of his heart.

"Meow~"

The crimson-eyed demon looked up at the sound, finding the mother black cat at the top of the stars, looking down at him. The kittens followed behind their mother as she continued up the stairs. Sebastian followed them, quickly catching up. He saw the ebony tails enter an open door that led to the balcony, and when he reached the doorframe, he peered out and smiled.

He stepped out to the balcony in silent steps, passing by the felines who had settled by the door, lying under the shade and grooming each other. He planted his bare hands on a pair of shoulders gently so as not to startle the female standing by the railings on the balcony. Sebastian closed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing a kiss at the head of heavily curled pale-blonde hair.

"Welcome back." A feminine voice greeted, amethyst eyes peering through her shoulder as she beamed him a smile, "I missed you." She added.

Sebastian chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss on her lips. He slid his hands down her shoulders, gently squeezing her arms as he lean his forehead on her crown, breathing in her sweet scent of graveyard lilies.

"Lucy left to see Gabriel shortly before you arrived," she said, starting up a conversation as she turned back to face the garden at the back of the mansion. Everything was well tended, despite Sebastian's long absence.

He slipped his arms around her waist as he spoke in a smooth tone. "They'll probably go to their next assignments together. Gabriel said they're assigned in the same area." He then smiled sheepishly, furrowing his brows as he did. "Honestly, I feel like there's something going on between those two."

Viessa Michaelis giggled – her laughter like music to his ears. She spoke with playfulness in her tone, watching her mate's expression through her peripheral vision. "There is."

"Hm?" Sebastian hummed in surprise, blinking at her.

She raised an index finger to her smiling lips, taping a black nail on her bottom lip. "I happened to barge into them sleeping together in Gabriel's room a few weeks ago." She chuckled.

"Really now?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

She nodded. Her expression was a little uneasy when she recalled the memory. "Trust me; it wasn't a sight I enjoyed very much. I never expected them to end up together. The two of them always tend to compete with each other."

Sebastian smirk, pulling her to him and letting her back press on his chest. "Well…I never expected us to end up together, and you're my rival." Viessa could feel the vibrations of his chuckle.

Viessa smiled, closing her amethyst eyes as she leaned against him, breathing in his scent, content with her around his strong arms.

A silence surrounded them, filled only with the sounds of nature and the breeze. A melody played in the background, chirped by the black nightingale that was perch on a tree nearby.

"Sebastian?"

"Hm?"

"Are you happy?"

The ebony-haired Fallen Demon smiled against her hair. His arms snaked around her waist and his hands cupped over hers – left hand to left hand, scar to scar – his fingers tracing her ring as she settled their hands over the large bump of her stomach, so that Sebastian could feel the tiny pulse of aura under his palms.

He smiled wider.

"Yes."

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End

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And that's it everyone! The 'real' ending! Phew! This took exactly 9 months in the making and it's like giving birth to a baby! It's been an amazing 34 chapters of hard work, and at last, I finally have a multi-chaptered story with the status 'Completed'. I've been a fanfiction writer for almost 9 years (yeah, that's right), but I've never been more proud of myself before I wrote this.

By the way, the line of a poem mentioned in the last part was an excerpt from a poem I wrote, just in case you were wondering.

To all those who read this story until the very end: Thank you! Arigato! Gracias! Merci! Terima kasih! Danke! Buíochas a ghabháil leat!Dziękuję! Dank u! Maraming salamat! This story would not have reached this far if it weren't for your strong support! Thanks for all your reviews for this story, as well as adding it to your favorites. I hope this fanfiction made a strong impact to you, as it did for me.

But is this really the end of Demons Fall First? *evil grin*

Well apparently, I have no time to plan a proper sequel, as I need to go back to serious study mode. However, writing (along with drawing) is my stress reliever, thus, I will be writing a DFF related collection of stories entitled Descended (title is subject to change). It is a series of drabbles and vignettes set in the DFF universe, continuing where this story left off. I'll also includes missing scenes/chapters, prequels, character studies, and many more, and the themes can range from light fluffs to dark dramas. It will probably be rated M, just to be safe. In that light, I am accepting drabble/story requests. You can ask me to write about anything so long as the premise still follows DFF.

So when will I begin this? Soon enough. Just be patient. Hehe.

For now, I will leave you to dwell with the feels that this story left behind in your very soul.

Once again, thank you very much, dear readers and fans! I hope to see you all again soon in future stories. Until then, have a pleasant something everyone!

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- SafireLupe, 4-22-2013