Standing in the Justice of the Peace's office, Jenny plays with the simple ivory and blue dress that fits her perfectly. Luke adjusts his tie for the tenth time, Ichabod insuring him it is straight.
Checking his jacket pocket, Ichabod takes out the gold band that will become Jenny's wedding ring. "Luke, I would like to take this time to welcome you to the family. Things could have been dramatically different but the fates had other plans for both of us. After the Apocalypse has been diverted perhaps then we can be a true family."
Luke gives Ichabod a crooked smile, the fact he had been with Abbie not lost on him. "I was sure a lifetime ago that I loved Abbie, that she and I were perfect for each other. Today I know in my heart I love Jenny more than life itself. The parts of Abbie I fell for are in Jenny but in a different way. Jenny and Abbie are more alike than they know but Jenny … she needs me and I need her. I wouldn't change a thing Crane. Abbie's heart always belonged to someone else; it belonged to you even before she knew it."
"I thank you for our kind words Luke and I offer you this in return. You won Ms. Jenny's heart when she fought so hard not to let Cupid take it. That in itself is something, that you won a heart so embattled that only the purest love could save it." Ichabod shakes Luke's hand, Luke giving him a quick hug.
Abbie walks over to them, Augustine sleeping in her arms. "If you two are done with your male bonding moment, Jenny is ready."
Walking out arm in arm with Captain Irving, Jenny gives her sister a wink and a smile. Luke forgets how to breathe for a moment as the vision of his brown eyed beauty strikes him dumb. Taking her hand, Luke looks into the eyes of the only woman that he'll for the rest of his life.
Ichabod looks over to Abbie, his heart so full of love for the woman that captured his soul. Graceson stands beside him, his eyes looking up to his father. "Dad … are they gonna kiss?"
"Yes son they are." Grinning back at his wife they both share a chuckle.
The happy couple soon says I do, the room breaking out in cheers. Frank with his daughter Macey congratulates the newlyweds. "You look beautiful Jenny, Luke is a lucky man."
"I'm the lucky one Frank but thank you. I'll see you at the reception at the cabin. Uh … can I ask you a quick question? Did you come here with your ex-wife Cynthia?" Jenny points behind him at the beautiful woman dressed in red.
"We are back together but we're taking it slow. Once bite … twice shy." Walking away with that classic Irving smirk, he stops to talk with Luke.
The reception was a small affair, just those closest to the happy couple. Jenny wasn't the white lace and flowers type of girl and she sure wasn't the center of attention type either.
With the party in full swing, Abbie goes to check on her sleeping children. Kissing Augustine on the forehead, the baby wrinkles her nose. Turning to Graceson she kisses his cheek, his face on fire.
"Ichabod … come here." She pokes her head around the corner of the living room, her eyes carrying her worry.
Felling of his son's forehead, Ichabod lets his hand feel the back of his neck and stomach too. "He's on fire Abigail. Was he acting sickly to you at all today?"
Suddenly the small boy sits upright in the bed, his eyes opening. Instead of the cool blue that his parents were accustomed to they look to see a soulless black. Abbie grabs Ichabod's hand, her entire body trembling.
Turning to look at his mother, Graceson opens his mouth only to have blood trickle out. Ichabod kneels down beside the bed, looking for any signs or markings that might explain his son's current predicament.
"Graceson … look at me." He reaches for his son's hand when the boy flops back to the bed convulsing.
Abbie lets out a scream she had been holding back, the wedding guests rushing to her. Jenny and Luke send very one back to the party, Ichabod stripping Graceson's clothes from his body.
On his back is a mark, a red circle that looked as if it had been made by a blade or claw.
With shaking hands, Abbie picks up Augustine. "Ichabod, does Apollyon have him … is he possessed?"
"Yes and no Abbie. Apollyon is trying to summon the Horsemen but her link to Graceson is blocking her powers. What you are seeing is each of the Horsemen manifest in our child. War, Famine, Pestilence and Death … all of them trapped inside his soul. To free them she will have to consume Graceson's life force, capture his soul. We need that book and we need it now. I am sorry Ms. Jenny, Luke but I need all of you to help save Graceson." Jenny and Luke see their guests out, changing into something more fit to battle the Angel of the Abyss.
Placing Graceson in Ruth's arms, Abbie can feel her heart crack. "You have to help him. He's been convulsing and spitting up blood. Please, don't let my baby die."
Ruth closes her ice blue eyes, running her hand from his face to his feet. Opening them again she looks up at Ichabod and Abbie. "Apollyon is waging war inside him, her voice echoing in his head. I can hear her screaming, calling forth her brothers. He's small but his light is strong. He will need the collective light of his parents to keep him safe and Ichabod if you concentrate hard enough you just might be able to hear Apollyon, learn her secrets."
She lays Graceson in his mother's lap, Ichabod places his hand on his head. Jenny walks in the room, holding Augustine. "She's fine; you do what you have to do. Luke and I got this."
Concentrating on his son, Ichabod closes his eyes. He can feel warmth coming from his fingers as they press against Graceson's temples. Slowly a voice begins to echo in his mind, a voice that is laced with venom and darkness.
"Come and see my brothers, this realm is ready. I give my blood, I give my flesh to give you entrance. I call forth the Pale Rider, come and see." The voice gets louder until every word rattles his bones.
"Your light cannot burn forever little one. I will consume your blood, your flesh and your soul and you will be the portal to which my brothers will ride forth." Ichabod opens his eyes, Abbie wiping blood from their son's lips.
Placing a kiss on his forehead his large hand cups Abbie's cheek. "She's killing him, slowly and methodically. If I can suss out the true location of the Book of Tribulation I know we can defeat her."
Abbie places on hand on her husband's face, the other on Graceson's as she concentrates along with Ichabod. The warmth from before returns, this time a vision of the demon coming to life in Ichabod's mind.
The red haired she beast stands naked by the babbling river that runs over the stair step stones that leads to Icahbod's burial cave. Watching her he sees her crawl down into the cavern, placing the book inside his tomb.
Climbing back out she places a stone over the opening, cutting her palm with her long claw like fingernails. Smearing the blood on the stone she whispers the words, only by blood shall you enter.
His blue eyes flash open as he pulls Graceson in his lap. "I know where the book is Abbie."
Kissing her husband she smiles back at him. "So do I and I know how to get the book back."
Leaving their children with Jenny and Luke, they drive out to the cave. Walking up to the stone they can't see the blood. Ichabod tries to budge the stone in vain, his eyes going wide when he sees Abbie cut one of her fingers.
"What are you doing?" He takes her hand, her index finger bleeding.
"Getting that damn book back. I need your blood too." She hands him her knife, Ichabod doing as she asks.
Remembering the symbol from the vision they trace over the stone, Ichabod whispering for the stone to open.
With the stone now gone they walk into the dank cave, Ichabod hurrying to the burial tomb. Pulling the book from the mud and muck, he looks up at his wife. "We have it Abbie and now we end this."
Ichabod devours the book as they drive back towards the cabin, Abbie glancing over at him from time to time. "Do you know how to unbind her from Graceson?"
Holding up one finger he begins to read from the book. "I'm not sure, this passage says in the days of the seventh year the great white beast will call forth the angel of the abyss and she will summon those that will bring the end of days. The two witnesses will be the light of humanity, the blood of the righteous in their veins. On the battlefield of the fallen the war of souls will take place, Moloch summing the darkness to blanket the earth."
Ichabod scans downs the page, finding more passages about them. "These prophecies were given to General Washington. What she saw was the seven years of Tribulations and our part in it. This is why General Washington had me protected, did his best to keep me from harms way. My death was not foreseen but my rebirth was. It reads, the first witness will rise in the days of the second. Their combined powers the only force strong enough to keep the end at bay."
Abbie pulls up to the cabin, her eyes fixed on her husband's face. "If this battle, this fight is up to us then what was all this prophecy about Graceson and his blood?"
"I believe his blood tie, his connection to Apollyon that is his part in this all. His blood is our blood Abbie, he is the Witness born and he has abilities we do not. His part is over and I will break this bond Apollyon has over him. Through the blood of the righteous shall darkness end." He takes her hand as they walk towards the cabin, a new hope springing in their hearts.