A/N: Here is the epilogue. Just a small glimpse into the future for anyone who's interested as to what happened next.

Not much to say other than that,

D.L.D

Gwen's P.O.V

"It's finally back to normal," I sigh as I look over the city from the skyscraper.

It's been two years since the whole war incident and ever since everyone's been working hard on rebuilding the Afterlife to its former glory. Whether that was by doing construction work, growing crops, or even just finding others who had survived the decade or turmoil caused by the previous leaders of Heaven and Hell; everyone had put effort into this place and it had paid off.

"Gwen, you have to be down at the city centre in an hour," I sighed as I heard my assistant's, Zoey's (yeah she took the job, we're more friends than boss and worker) voice from the intercom.

Sighing I walk over to my desk and press a button, "Ok, I'll be down in five. Have Chris and Chef gotten there yet?"

"Chef's there," Zoey answered, "Punctual as always. Chris...well you know how he is."

"Definitely," I nod.

Chris was the one member of the supreme council, as we called it now, who didn't take his job seriously. He was the replacement for Lucifer, the uncle I'd preferred, however with the way he acts I prefer Chef. The only reason I'm even on the council is to be a tiebreaker. My word was final as I was the oldest person in the Afterlife with ties to God or Lucifer.

Pretty ironic that an eighteen year old would get more respect than men who were in their thirties. I know. But people trusted me more as I usually made much wiser decisions that Chris and Chef. Especially because they were quite young in terms of how age works in the Afterlife.

"Well do you want me to get someone to get him?" Zoey's voice broke me out of my thoughts.

"No, if he misses it he misses it," I say nonchalantly, "I doubt he'll miss the celebration of the day he arrived here anyway. Dawn told me he never misses anything that boosts his ego."

And she was right. The bastard never missed anything to do with himself.

"Ok then, make sure to be down in two," I then heard the familiar click of her leaving the line.

Sighing I grab my jacket and bag and head downstairs to the main entrance. At least tonight was meant to be fun.

Bridgette's P.O.V

"Gwen's gonna be late at this rate," I sigh as I snuggle up to Geoff.

Everyone was outside in the city centre, getting ready for the fireworks display that was scheduled for the celebration tonight. In fact the whole city seemed to be here to see the events that had been planned for the second anniversary of the remaking of the Afterlife.

War had been a issue long gone as well as injustice and cruelty. Both demons and angels were free to cross the borders of Heaven and Hell. Many finding jobs and families within both borders and even making more hybrids than ever recorded. In fact a lot of the population had become a mixture of demon and angel because the prejudice was gone.

"I know," Leshawna nodded, "It's be a shame if she misses the display."

"Yeah, DJ and I put so much effort into it," Geoff sighed, "It'd be a bummer if she doesn't get to make it. After all tonight is about celebrating how she changed everything."

We all replied in agreement, waiting for the fireworks to go off.

Just as the first one went off, Gwen and Duncan came both looking like they'd rushed here. A knowing smile crept onto my face as I moved from Geoff taking Gwen to the side.

"Where were you?" I asked smirking.

"I'll tell you later, Bridge," She gave me a smile.

"Oh, you have to give us all the deets," Leshawna grinned.

"And I'll tell you guys later," Gwen replied winking, "Let's just enjoy tonight. Everyone's been working so hard and things have just only gone back to normal."

I couldn't help but smile at her words. She was right. For the first time since the first war everything had returned to normal. And I have a feeling everything will be ok from now on.