Epilogue

~ Three Days Ago~

Demona left Brooklyn and Rose's mating ceremony, climbed up the garden hedges and then used her large wings to glide off into the night, feeling nothing but rage. Rage for this asinine union of a pitiful Human and a Gargoyle, rage at Goliath and for letting all this happen, rage for all Humans in general, and deep down, rage at herself for not stepping in sooner to stop the Human girl from ever falling in love with Brooklyn in the first place.

She did not feel any romantic feelings for him, as he was a sentimental and emotional young Gargoyle, desperate for any kind of love and acceptance. However; as Goliath's old Second-in-Command, she should have kept her eyes on the Clan more often and seen this abominable union before it actually happened. She didn't know much about this Human, Rose, but now that the Human girl stood up to her- and actually blasted her with some unheard powers- she knew exactly who to ask about her.

Puck, in Owen's form, seemed to be hiding something, but he liked to play tricks with her; and she wasn't in any mood to tolerate any of his foolish games.

She quickly glided across the Manhattan skyline and settled inside an abandoned warehouse on the edge of Brooklyn, looking across the East River. Demona swooped inside, using the windows from the broken ceiling, quickly folded her long wings across her body and walked through its abandoned hallways, to enter the room in which she had made for herself.

It was a simple room, complete with various weapons, a small bed, and canned food to help sustain herself throughout the night and day. Though she despised being Human during the day, thanks to Puck's insane spell; she had to admit that it had its own perks. She was able to receive a decent income of money, which helped her survive. However, because she was immortal, it felt more of a curse with every passing day.

Demona looked around her room with a disdainful eye and then glanced over to the magical items on the walls, in which she had collected over the years. She had learned sorcery many years ago from the Archmage wizard; but the power in which Rose showed her that night, was something more powerful than sorcery and spells. It was a power in which she had been introduced to, not too long ago. The power wasn't the same as Lord Oberon's- the king of the third race; or even his wife, Titania- but it resembled one of an even greater being in her mind.

Demona quickly walked over to an ancient black- shattered mirror, in which she had found in one of her journey to Avalon, when the Weird Sisters had their hold upon her and McBeth. While there, she met the greatest and most powerful being she'd ever encountered- even greater than Lord Oberon himself. She smiled evilly to herself and began to get to work, collecting all the ingredients to add to the black ominous mirror.

Before leaving the Castle Wyvern, centuries ago, she collected all sorts of magical possessions for the Archmage's hidden layer and kept them all.

Goliath had taken possession of the Phoenix Gate, The Grimorum Arcanorum, and previously the Eye of Odin; but the fool had returned it to Odin himself on their old Avalon quest, and the Grimorum had been destroyed when the Archmage got a hold of the phoenix gate; went back into time and ate the book to absorb all its power. During that Avalon quest, Goliath; her ex-beloved, destroyed the archmage, losing all that power and it's spells forever.

She had torn a few pages from the book; using one spell to resurrect Cold Stone into a half robot/half flesh Gargoyle- and another to turn the city of New York into statues. However, every attempt to destroy Humanity had been thwarted by Goliath and the Clan- but now with this new Human as a new member of the Clan; Demona had reached her peak of rage towards Humanity.

"There's only one being who can help me now." She snarled to herself, seething. "Every time I have attempted to destroy Humanity, time and time again, I have failed. But no longer will I stand on the sidelines and watch Goliath damn our own kind by accepting Humans into the Clan as mates! Desperate times call for desperate measures."

She walked in front of the shattered black mirror; held up her claw and spoke loud and clear the spell of reform she knew well from the Grimorum.

"Revert!"

Instantly, the mirror healed itself; and then Demona quickly got to work summoning the being with whom she knew she needed assistance from. After seeing Rose's great red powers; she needed answers from an old ally with whom she was wary to bring back; but overall felt that she could make a deal with. Taking a deep breath, she began to slowly wave her claws over the mirror and began incanting her spell of awakening.

"From head to heel, emerge from down below. A Raven's black feather to the mirror aglow. Emerge from the great deep, Hela- the Goddess of Death; here I give you your first breath!"

With one small blow of air, she blew a black Raven's feather into the mirror and watched the mirror soak the feather inside it as if it was made of hot tar, then the mirror ignited with a flash of light, blinding Demona temporarily. She covered her face with her claws, until the flashing passed; and backed away from the mirror as the Earth began to shake and quake all around her.

A deep and dark ominous figure suddenly appeared on the reflection side of the mirror; and then a black figure emerged from the mirror; draped in the same tar-like substance. Slowly, the black tar oozed to the floor, leaving one tall and skinny figure to be standing in front of Demona. The moment the figure was out of the mirror; the glass shattered once again, and Demona waited for the being to finish their entrance into the new world.

When all the tar-like substance melted to the cement floor; a female Human looking-Goddess, dressed in a black- skin tight- battle suit, stood in front of her. The female was strong, tall, skinny; had long, thick, waist-long black hair, long black nails; and pale white skin. Her black suit was opened at her shoulders, and attached to her shoulders was a long, flowing black cape, which settled on the floor past her black booted feet.

Slowly, the dark female raised her head to look into Demona's face; and while the female was terrifyingly dark; she was a goddess of true stunning beauty. Her makeup was done in black tones; with long and thick, black eyelashes and black eyeshadow. The only color in her entire outfit was her dark- red lips; which matched her glowing, bright red eyes. However, as the female closed her eyes and took a deep breath; as if she hadn't breathed in centuries; she slowly re-opened them and met Demona's dark eyes with her stunningly bright hazel eyes. The female then gave Demona a very dark smile.

"Demona." The female whispered in a soft, but deadly voice. Her whisper contained different tones and whispers, which echoed throughout the hallways, sending a chill down Demona's spine. She wasn't normally intimidated by other beings, but the Goddess of Death was one she had worked hard in befriending, by sending souls down to her in the mix of her immortal time in trying to destroy Humanity- but regardless of that, the Goddess had the power to kill her with a snap of her fingers, if she so wished.

"Greetings, Hela." Demona greeted, kneeling down on one knee. "Welcome to the mortal world of the living."

Hela looked around the dark and abandoned room for a moment, collecting as much information as she could. She gazed from Demona's figure on the ground in front of her; to all the magical possessions around them. Instantly she recalled them as possessions of the Magus, Archmage, and even pieces from her sister and her wretched husband; Titania and Oberon.

"Why have you brought me here, Demona?" Hela asked her slowly, the same whispers echoing throughout the walls. "If you are here to beg me to annihilate more Humans again, you know that I cannot directly interfere with healthy Humans before their fated time of death…"

"No," Demona said, keeping down on the ground. "Goddess Hela, that is not why I have brought you here this time."

Hela stared down at the red-haired, blood-lusted Gargoyle, and conjured up a black, twisted staff with a small wave of her wrist. Demona watched her action; and saw the same red wispy magic flow from her hands as the Human, Rose, had done with her just a few hours ago.

"Stand." Hela commanded in the same soft voice, allowing Demona to rise from the ground. Demona did as commanded, folded her wings around her shoulders and smiled at the dark Goddess.

"Where did you get my mirror?" Hela asked Demona quietly, staring at her black-shattered mirror with interest.

"I acquired it on Avalon" Demona stated. "When you and I met, thanks to my time in Avalon, under the Weird Sisters damningly infuriating control. I knew I would need a way of communicating with you."

"Ah," Hela said with a bit of a sneer, walking away from the mirror with her long, black, and uneven cloak trailing after her. "What are the three stupid stooges of my dear brother-in-law doing now?"

"Nothing of great importance," Demona replied, watching the dark Goddess walk around and explore her magical items with a stern eye. Hela was trailing on long finger along her magical items; one of which she could probably sense was from Avalon- or more from Oberon himself.

"I was once under their control; but now I am free to do as I wish." Demona finished saying with a slight air of arrogance.

"Congratulations… that is more than what I can say." Hela replied dryly, and before Demona could respond, Hela continued to speak to her in a very quiet and deadly voice.

"Now, as much as I appreciate you bringing murdered souls into my realm… I am still unaware of why you have summoned me into the mortal world right now." Hela mused quietly; still touching the items with reverence.

"Because I may have found someone who you may be very interested in." Demona said in a slight sneer. "You are the goddess of death, and have a great destiny… or so I've been made aware of the great prophecies in Avalon, and I believe if you help me destroy this certain person... then that greatness will find you. I almost guarantee it."

"There are many prophecies concerning myself, Oberon, my sister, and their god-sent children." Hela whispered. "But there is only one that I care about."

"Which one is that?" Demona asked her quietly, interested. Hela smiled darkly at herself, as her bright hazel eyes flashed red for a small moment, before returning back to normal.

"The Second Great War of Avalon, of course." Hela said softly, turning to smile evilly at Demona. "The fall of Lord Oberon and his Children, and I, Hela- the Goddess of Death- will then I will rule as the rightful Queen of Avalon."

"Of course." Demona replied, watching Hela carefully. "I have heard about Oberon's great betrayal to you. Much like myself and my kind, you have endured great deals of betrayal.."

"Yes," Hela replied quietly, her voice barely over a whisper. "And Lord Oberon thought he could stop the prophecy of his downfall by banishing me to this world… but his ignorance and short-sightedness will be his death and downfall." She paused from her speaking, gritted her teeth, and the familiar rage flowed through her; exciting her red-electrified and wispy-like magic from her hands.

"When I was in line to be his Queen, before my bratty and entitled sister flirted her way into Oberon's carnal weakness and fell in love with him, he could have truly had it all with me." Hela spat out, the pain and rage obvious in her face. " It's such a pity that he chose her 'beauty and self-righteous goodness,' over my unbridaled amounts of power and lust for the destruction of all evil. I am Titania's older sister; and therefore, should have been entitled to that crown and title; but instead, he banished me to be Goddess of the Human Underworld; the Goddess of Death. A vastly boring and unimportant job if you ask me. Most Humans are far too evil to stay there and venture deeper into Hell; while the other good Humans go straight into their Heaven. The only ones who remain are constantly moaning and whining about how unfair their life was, and have, what they call, 'unfinished business.' But there's nothing more fair than death. It captures every age, every race, every gender and is inevitable."

"But those fallen souls make you more powerful." Demona added to her thoughts, grinning maliciously. "That is why I have tried to give you as many as I possibly can."

"Alas, you have." Hela replied, sighing dramatically. "But there is still something in which I desire; and I don't think you can deliver it to me. Your race of Gargoyles are too pure in heart to ever kill anyone good, save perhaps you."

"That is what happens when rage and vengeance settles into one's heart." Demona snarled, clenching her fists. "I do not think of myself as evil though, you should understand this more than anyone! I have been wrongly dealt with, and will have my revenge on the Humans for the destruction of my kind… save only a few who are now turning to HUMANS for their mates. It is an abomination!"

As Demona snarled this, she turned around and dug her claws into a cement half-wall; tearing claw-fulls of cement and then throwing it to the ground. As Demona threw her small tantrum; Hela turned towards her chuckling softly and her bright hazel eyes, suddenly began glowing blood- red eyes, stopping Demona in her tracks.

"No one has been wronged more than I." Hela said a bit more sharply and louder. "I have been denied everything from the so-called Lord of Avalon, and his stuck up Queen, my own sister! He even divorced her for a time; and even then, he never turned his face back towards me. ME! Who was his rightful betrothed." She paused, her eyes going back to her normal hazel and began to pace around Demona. " But it doesn't matter anymore, I have moved on and found other… interests and desires. Now Oberon will eventually feel my wrath, and his crown will soon be mine… as will the inevitable death of Avalon and all its children."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Demona asked her curiously. "I have summoned you from this mirror because I have a request of you, but you can come and go into this world as much as you'd like. And in my opinion, you have more power than Oberon will ever have. What are you waiting for in securing your revenge against him?"

"Oh… a certain powerful being who will aid me in destroying Avalon." Hela whispered, turning her attention back to the mirror in which she came from and lightly caressed the shattered glass. "As for your last question, I am banished from ever entering Avalon, unless personally invited by Oberon himself. However; if I am following the three-fates' prophecy correctly, his downfall begins with someone here in this world. For that matter, I am constantly here checking up on them, but last time I checked. They were not ready."

Silence passed between the two females for a moment, before Hela turned her attention back to Demona and bore her flaming red eyes into her once again.

"Well, enough about that for now. You have summoned me from the underworld and brought me here for a reason, Demona." Hela sighed in a more impatient voice. "What is it?"

"Well," Demona started, rage pulsing through her blood again. "The last young Gargoyle male of my former Clan, Brooklyn; has just found himself a mate, and a mating ceremony was performed tonight sealing the disgusting deal."

"Yes, yes." Hela snapped. "So you've told me. Why should I care or have any interest in what your kind does in reproducing in their own kind?"

"But that's just the thing." Demona snarled, fuming. "Brooklyn has not chosen another Gargoyle as his mate; but a Human girl!"

Hela froze for one moment, and something in her eyes seemed to have a flashback. After a moment; she swallowed down the obvious pain of a memory of hers and continued to stare at Demona.

"Oh?" She asked her stiffly, and Demona continued to speak, not catching Hela's moment of pain.

"So, I went tonight to watch their ceremony; and when I glided down to confront them- Brooklyn attacked me." Demona explained, staring at Hela with a sharp eye, wanting to see her reaction to her next set of information. "But then, as I almost harmed him, the Human girl blasted me with magic."

When Demona said that, Hela stepped closer to her with furrowed brows.

"What do you mean she blasted you with magic?" Hela snapped. "Humans do not have magical properties in them."

"Ah, but this one does." Demona said smoothly. "I went to confront Puck about it, as he is still playing servant boy to the billionaire David Xanatos; but he was playing his usual games with me. I think he knows who this girl truly is, but won't say anything."

"Puck is beyond useless, He thinks of himself as a trickster, or master of mischief, and may have dipped his toes in the ice cold waters of dark magic for a slight moment in his history- but he's nothing more than Oberon's bitch." Hela snapped, picking at her fingernails, forcing herself to remain calm. "Anyway… tell me more about this… Human girl. Do you suspect she is not all Human then?"

"I was hoping you could tell me." Demona said, stepping closer to Hela. "There is only one other being that has the same physical power that she did. Though untrained, it was still very powerful."

"Oh?" Hela asked her, becoming more bored with every second. "She's probably just another Human/Third Race mutate from Titania and Oberon; much like Titania's child with the Human, Helsian Renard. Fox, is her name, I believe? I have little interest in them…"

"Maybe not…" Demona said, smiling back at her. "However, this Human blasted me with the same magic, same color, same magical properties… in which you have."

At her words, Hela's bright hazel eyes suddenly shot up and pierced into Demona's, her interest completely focused now.

"Go on…" Hela encouraged Demona slowly, as Demona slowly smiled an evil grin.

"You are the only being that I've ever met to have that much power. I thought you might be able to tell me who she really is and what she really is."

Hela stood frozen for a moment, thinking deeply about what Demona was saying, before she suddenly reached out her hand to Demona and smiled darkly at her.

"Mind if I take a quick peek into your memories? I want to see this girl and her power for myself." Hela asked lightly.

"Of course." Demona replied.

Right as she said that, Hela moved her fingers and allowed some wispy red power to flow out of her fingers and enter Demona's mind. Immediately, Hela focused all her power to retrieve every single vivid memory from when Demona met the girl, and instantly, she found the memory she was looking for.

The instant Hela saw the girl with long- red hair, in a wedding dress, being mated to the red-skinned Gargoyle; her stilled heart seemed to flutter back to life for a slight moment. Then, when she watched the girl blast Demona with the same red-power in which she had, Hela broke away from the memories, releasing Demona's mind and stepped back, thinking and breathing deeply.

"So?" Demona asked her, reaching her claws out. "Do you know this girl? If not, that is why I have summoned you… I want your help in destroying her. You're the only one who should have that power… not some stupid, worthless Human…."

"She's not only a Human… she is half-third race." Hela replied quietly, still facing away from Demona.

"Then help me destroy her!" Demona snarled, her eyes glowing bright red in rage. "I don't care if she is half-third race- she is still half-Human at least, and does not belong in any Gargoyle Clan! And if she has powerful magic like yours… then you must destroy her before she dares to challenge you!"
"Oh, you don't you worry about her, Demona." Hela replied lightly, with a small laugh in her voice. "I know who she is, and I'm already taking care of her."

"What?" Demona asked, her eyes going back to normal. "What do you mean you know her? Who is she?"

"That's another… interesting story of my past." Hela replied quietly, and stayed facing away from Demona for another few seconds. A small smile grew on Hela's face, and then a look of pure evil triumphant split across her face. She then slowly turned to face the Gargoyle warrior, and grinned evilly at her evil Gargoyle ally.

"Her name is Rose… and she is my daughter."

"What?!" Demona cried out, completely shocked. "Your daughter?!"

"Yes," Hela replied, smiling darkly. "Like I said… that is another long story meant for another day… or night, in your case. But she is my daughter, and is the one I have been following… without her realizing, of course."

"How can she be your daughter?" Demona asked her, still shocked. "She seems so… regrettably Human."

"Yes," Hela replied, walking around the small room, lost in thought. "True, I had her with a half-Human, but it was because of this prophecy- the forbidden one from the three fates'- in which I have clung to… and it all revolves around her."

"So what are we going to do with her?" Demona asked in a louder voice. "I did not know she was your daughter; but she is stepping over a line! She cannot be mated with a Gargoyle… it's an abomination…"

"I do not care about their union." Hela replied sharply, turning back to face Demona. "I will let Rose have her moment in the sun, because… at the end of the day, I have plans for her… and now that I see she has realized her magical abilities… it is finally time for myself to step in and complete her training. It's finally time for her to fulfill her true destiny, and fulfill that prophecy which'll take down Oberon."

"Rose?!" Demona snorted. "She is the one who'll be Lord Oberon's downfall?"

"She's a part of the ingredients, yes." Hela smiled darkly. "So, I cannot allow you to destroy her but, you can help me with something."

At her words, having been denied once again, Demona looked infuriated.

"Help you?!" Demona howled, her eyes glowing red again. "I have asked you to help me destroy Humanity, and have understood that you could not without invoking Oberon's wrath upon your head until you were ready, once again, to declare war with him and win. But I especially wanted to destroy Rose and Brooklyn's union! If you won't help me with either of those issues, then you have no deal!"

As soon as Demona turned her back on Hela, Demona suddenly found herself flying across the room and pinned by Hela's magic against the hard concrete wall. Demona cried out in pain with the suddenly powerful impact; and the force of the magic felt like electricity- it hummed all around Demona's body as if it was a live wire; an energy force so powerful it vibrated through her body.

"Demona, Demona…" Hela sighed condescendingly, walking towards her, her once hazel eyes now blood-red; her magic flowing out of her hands. "I'm disappointed in you. You've really lost sight of what's truly important here… and who really is in charge."

She stepped closer to her and lowered her dark-red lips near her ears, still holding Demona hostage against the wall.

"What you don't understand yet, is this prophecy." Hela explained in a whisper; her voice echoing with male and female tones effectively sending another shiver down Demona's spine. "What it entails, you see…is what we've both been waiting for, for so long. OUR happy ending. You and I have lost everything, right? But, that loss and darkness has made us the powerful beings in which we truly are!"

She stared at Demona's face, as she was still grunting and gasping for breath as Hela held her against the wall with her magic. "Now, with my daughter. She, too has lost a great deal. Now that her magic has been awakened, you can I can finally start placing our plans for revenge into motion. Like us, Rose has had her fair share of darkness, but that darkness… being her murderous and abusive ex-husband; Kevin, has recently been sent down to the Underworld- where he… so conveniently… awaits in limbo. He won't move on because he has unsettled business with Rose and Brooklyn. You say you want to destroy their union? Well, I've got even larger plans for her. Rose needs to lose everything, as I have, to truly come into her magic. Once she does, then she and I- with you- will unite with our powers and rage, as well as all the banished and enraged creatures from our Underworlds, and declare war against Oberon and his Children. Once we do, and win, then I have no problems eliminating half of the Human race. "

Demona listened to Hela's explanation, while breathing in short gasps, as she held her tightly against the wall. Hela grinned maliciously at her struggle to breathe, but then let go- allowing Demona to breathe easier; and slowly turned to face her, with more of a respect in her eyes.

"Okay…" Demona gasped. "I'm listening…"

"I need Rose to become the person she is meant to be." Hela whispered, piercing her bright red eyes into Demona's. "And that's where I come in… as well you."

"What… what do you need me to do?" Demona asked her warily.

"Do you still have the spell from the Grimorum, in which you resurrected that Gargoyle, Coldstone, from?" Hela asked her, raising black shaped eyebrow up.

"Yes." Demona replied, smiling and getting the drift of what she was saying.

"Good," Hela smiled evilly. "We will need to use it on a certain… friend of Rose's. You know… the one waiting in limbo for his revenge against Rose and Brooklyn? And by his return… she will finally become the person she was meant to be."

"And what happens when she does?" Demona asked her.

"Then you'll get exactly what we've both always wanted." Hela replied quietly. "The destruction of all Humanity for your end, destruction of Oberon and Titania on mine… and she'll be mine once again. Not even her beloved Brooklyn can save her from my grasp."

"Excellent." Demona smiled, grinning maliciously. "After all these centuries of wishing death upon the Humans… will it finally happen?"

"It will." Hela whispered. "If this prophecy comes true, and I get my hands and power upon Rose's, then it absolutely will."

"Then I am with you, your majesty." Demona replied firmly. " What'll you have me do first?"

"Come with me for a quick trip into the Underworld." Hela said, grinning darkly. "It's time to bring Rose's true nightmare, her ex-husband Kevin, back to life and remind him what his unfinished business is, and then we've got work to do. We'll let Rose and Brooklyn enjoy their time together, because life is oh so fleeting, and their happy little world is about to come crashing down to hell."

~The End~

**THANK YOU GUYS! EEK! This is so exciting! I hope you all enjoy this little cliff hanger- I'm sorry it's gonna be a bit longer of a wait. But Rose and Brooklyn's story is NOT over. I will be writing a sequel to this story, and I'm hoping it'll come out as epic as I see it in my mind. Thank you all for your support and please look for my next story...

Gargoyles- The Heart of Darkness- by Sunmoonlight.

A lot will be taking place, and though I do not anticipate it being as long as this story- it's gonna be a good one. We'll see more of Brooklyn and Rose's marriage, love, and how they tackle their ever-changing world; especially as Rose's dark past comes sneaking up on her. I hope to see you all again soon! Please keep my stories in mind; and everytime I see a review, or have someone 'favorite' my story or me as an author- it makes my day.

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For now, shine on! Thank you!

~Sunmoonlight~