A/N: The final chapter unless I do a little epilogue. I'll probably will. Look out for a time skip in the next chapter!

Anyway, this story is finally finished! Closed. Over. Sealed. You cannot imagine how happy I am that it is finally done and I have more time (more like less guilt) to do other stories. Although I have another story I haven't updated in a while. I should actually check that one...

Sorry if the ending seems rushed or anti-climatic. I'll admit halfway through I lost the motivation and passion for this story. I may do a rewrite but I think it'll just end up being forgotten, I'll work on one behind the scenes (maybe).

Don't forget to review! And thanks for dealing with me for so long. I more or less neglected this story.

Till next time,

D.L.D

Bridgette's P.O.V

"These fires keep starting!" I frown as I feel myself growing tired.

The opposition had been trying everything in their power to set the barn alight. In fact I've put out so many fires I'm not sure how much longer I can hold up. Exhaustion was beginning to grow in my limbs, as I extinguish yet another fire. I move my fingers, barely able to bend them.

"I'm all out," I look at the others and they all wear the same expressions.

"I guess we have no defense now," Leshawna sighed as she placed a hand on her cheek, "Unless...can you do one more big wave Bridge?"

"Maybe," I say as I look at my hands.

They looked tired and damp, drops resting on my palms. Not to mention how I was feeling. Conjuring water out of thin air was difficult and definitely taxing.

"Ok, we'll buy you some time," She grinned, "I'll get everyone else into position. You rest and when I say make that big ass wave."

"Ok..." I say as I flop down onto a hay bale.

I sighed as I watched the African-American rushing about, telling everyone instructions and then receiving smiles and nods in return. Soon everyone was doing a job, most disappearing into the back and coming back with a few animals before placing them in front of the barn doors. All of the animals were out of the stables in as little as ten minutes, with Ella and DJ keeping them calm and obedient.

Leshawna then emerged from the back, a few others with her. They all had weapons, pieces of armor distributed between them. They all then headed to the windows and other exits, all in position to open them.

"Ok Bridge," Leshawna spoke, "I'm gonna need your biggest wave yet."

I nodded, closing my eyes and sticking my tongue out in concentration. I focused on the rhythm of my heartbeat, cancelling out the shouts and yells from outside. Ignoring the thoughts pressing into mind and all of the doubts and tiredness consuming my form.

I could feel the droplets all joining to create one giant form. An orb of water, shimmering in the room as I poured more and more of my energy into it. Water joins everything; the land, the sky and most importantly life. Water provides life. In one swift motion I let it all go. I opened the gates, releasing everything.

My eyes flung open, the water rushing out from all angles around me. I watched as I all escaped, cascading from all the opening of the barn and pushing open any barricades. Not too long after I heard a few shouts and desperate yells.

I looked outside a window to see a murky river flooding across the area near the barn. It had somehow expanded, forming a river of sorts, and sweeping up anything in its path. Only letting go of what it found innocent.

"Yes, girl!" Leshawna beamed as she put a relaxed hand on my shoulder, "I knew yo could pull it off."

"Yeah," I say as I look across the battlefield only to see Gwen and Dawn near Heather.

I frowned. This wasn't going to end well.

Heather's P.O.V

"I should've bent you towards suicide all those years ago," I hissed as my sword crashed with Gwen's bow.

I had had multiple chances to get rid of the gothic nuisance, however I had thought she would die in the oncoming war. That was evident in the way she had come to school with some sort of new injury every day. Apparently a bunch of guys jumped her because of her dad's job. Sad, I know. But it was really funny until she started carrying that damn bow. That bow made her think she was made of steel.

"All these years and you still haven't changed," Gwen growls as she pushes me away, before quickly getting an arrow ready.

I glared at her, my shield risen and ready. If she thought I was anything like the naive and innocent angel I was a few years ago, she had another thing coming. The war had changed me. Hardened me. I was more cruel than petty; more merciless than bitchy. I had replaced those attributes for things that made my survival in this hellhole possible. For things that people would fear and respect.

"You knew each other before?" Dawn's voice broke the glare.

I forgot the little hippy was watching. She was just sitting on the sidelines, occasionally warning Gwen of attacks or covering for her. It had pissed me off really fast, especially sins she was one of my more reliable followers. Then Gwen had to come along and steal her and her friends.

"Ew, I did not know her," I frown my shield still held up, "She was a lonely nobody. I simply helped her to achieve sad cutter goth status."

"Wow, cause that's so much better," Gwen rolled her eyes, firing a few arrows at me.

I caught them on my shield, tossing it to the side as I noticed multiple dents. She's gotten better. That's obvious.

"Fuck you," I snarl, not wanting to continue this. I just wanted to slaughter her and get on with my supreme reign. This Goth was just an obstacle in my path to a prosperous future. A hazard in the grand scheme of things. The sooner she was eliminated, the sooner I win all.

We were then sent into an all out brawl. Me trying to strike the goth with my sword, while she did her best to avoid my attacks while aiming to shoot my head. I bet you could guess who was winning. Yep, I was actually overpowering Gwen. The one who was meant to come from some family that had a long linage from God and Satan.

I couldn't help but laugh as I knocked her bow aside, making the goth fall on her behind. She scowled as I came face-to-face to her, my sword ready to plunge her in the throat. The same spot she was injured in. dawn had long been taken care of, one of my guards engaging the freak in a battle. She had no weapon on her so she was definitely dead.

"Why do you want to destroy us all?" Gwen looked at me, her dark eyes pleading.

Deciding to give her a final answer, I smirked as I placed the tip of my sword against her bandaged neck.

"Because all of you wanted to destroy me so badly," I say my face near hers, "All of you hated me because of what I was."

I was about to plunge the sword into the goth, however I froze as I felt something impale me. I looked down, blood rising from my chest and gushing out onto the ground. Thick and red it oozed from my mouth, staining everything around it crimson. Gwen simply grimaced, wiping her lip of blood. Her hand was limp by her side, but I could see my sword had hit her throat, piercing the wound open.

"You...bitch," I say as I feel the word wobble and shake.

It wouldn't be long before I passed out and never woke up. I could tell from the way my chest ached. The way my heart beat erratically, trying to function despite the puncture. I was probably turning red from effort now.

"It's not too late," Gwen's voice was soft and scratchy, "You can...you can still join us. Maybe even...become friends..."

"I'd rather die," I give out a laugh that was meant to be menacing, however it came out sad maybe even regretful, "I would rather die for what I believe in than be friends with you or any other scum of the afterlife."

I then push the arrow deeper into my chest, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I collapse the world fading into a colourful haze...

Courtney's P.O.V

She's dead. Heather is dead!

I should be celebrating however I can't find a smile on my face. Neither can anyone who has stopped battling. No-one could celebrate. Not yet anyway. Not faced with the mess of the world we have left. our only distraction from our pitiful existence was this war. The hope that this war would result in a new beginning. But now that the war has ended what will be our new beginning?

There is no God; there is no Satan. There is no good; there is no bad. So what is left?

"We're defected..." I breathe out the words in a gentle sigh.

None of us were purely good. None were purely bad. We were all a shade of grey; a mixture of the two things that had been divided for so long. The two things that dictated our society. So how would society function? We would just break out into a war again. No-one can live in peace forever. The rise and fall of Heaven was proof of that.

"What are they doing?" A blonde who looked a lot like a bimbo, pointed towards Gwen and Dawn.

The two were walking up a hill, both wearing solemn expressions. Gwen carried her bow and Dawn an hourglass. Both looked pretty beat up with blood and injuries covering their forms. In fact I could see the bandage around Gwen's neck stained a deep crimson.

"Yeah, what are they doing?" I say as I focus on the two.

They suddenly stop, talking for a few seconds, and then nod at each other. Dawn then gets a dagger and cuts open her palm.

Gwen's P.O.V

"You do understand that we can die," Dawn looked at me, her face serious.

We were at the same location the incantation was last performed at. The place where everything began and will end. Everything was set up, the hourglass, my bow and most importantly the dagger. A simple tool we'd use to help us.

"I know," I look back at her, "But I'm willing to risk it."

The blonde nodded as she cut open her palms. Dawn hissed, blood dribbling down her arms and staining her white shirt as she passed me the weapon. I then cut my palms, ignoring the sharp sting as it pierced my flesh. I then looked at my bow, memorizing the words as I joined hands with Dawn. The hourglass was between us, dormant as blood dripped to the grass below.

"Release the sands of time and help me to unbind, the half demon and angel sides to once again combine," I begin to chant, ignoring the bubbling and hissing sensation that was travelling through my veins.

Blood dripped to the ground, more thick and oozing. I could see it turning dark, not mixing with Dawn's anymore. Instead it stood out the darkness glowing and pulsing as I continued to chant, eyes sealed shut and mind focused on not screaming out in pain. I grit my teeth, chanting as best as I could.

"You have to continue," Dawn's voice sounded, strained.

It was hard to hear her against the sound of the wind. It seemed to howl as I whipped against us and I wanted to open my eyes to see exactly what was going on but Dawn's words made me keep them sealed shut. Instead I tried to focus on the thrumming in my veins, trying to get rid of the stinging sensation.

It seemed like it had been a day, maybe longer, when I felt something else happen. It was like energy being drawn out of me all at once. Hissing I arched my back as I felt something come out of me and I could tell that it had split into two. Just from the way the energy seemed to have left me. Dawn seemed to notice this too as she spoke.

"You can open your eyes," The blonde spoke softly.

I opened them to see a whole new version of the Heaven I knew. The once ruined and corpse-filled land was filled with grass and a clear sky. Bodies still lay on the ground, however they didn't appear to be in pain instead they lay in peaceful positions, small smiles gracing their faces. Even Heather who had died with a twisted expression of pain and anger.

"Am I alive?" I turned around in shock to see two men behind me.

One was broad shouldered and muscular, his bald head catching the sunlight. The other was smaller but still muscular, with his hair swept into what must be a 'fashionable' style.

"Yes, you are," Dawn stepped forward shocking me, "I believe you are Chef and Chris, the new replacements."

She pointed to each of them as she said their names, making me even more confused. Replacements? Since when did God and Satan plan for this? Did they know that everything was going to fall apart? Is that why they seemed to focus on teaching me things I thought were useless at the time.

"Ah yes, I was told about that in Purgatory," Chef nodded, "Didn't expect to be greeted by such a bright place and a fairy."

"I'm not a fairy, I'm angel," Dawn explained, "So, which is light and which is dark?"

"I'm obviously the light," Chris grinned, "And I don't remember dying to become some weird winged thingy."

"Looks like we found our new Lucifer," Dawn sighed as she gave the two men a glance, "Welcome to the Afterlife. I'm Dawn and this is Gwen, we'll be teaching you how to be successful leaders."