Author's Note: Okay…this is part one of my epilogue…enjoy!
The world was unraveling itself…soon it would be no more and the bodies that inhabited this plane of reality would be brought back to the realm of the others. The whole cathedral was silent…dead calm…the only sounds came from Kazuya Mishima's soft breathing. Twenty minutes had passed since Devil had been vanquished, and now, Jamie and Kazuya lay there, waiting.
One waiting to die, and another, waiting to live.
Technically…clinically, Jamie Parker had died exactly eighteen minutes ago…but spiritually…well, that was a different story all together. They both lay on the floor waiting. Kazuya, for the world to unravel and to awaken, and Jamie…well, he was waiting for Her.
His soul still inhabited its body and it waited to be escorted to the Other Side.
Suddenly, a shaft of light pierced through the gloom of the church and silently, She appeared. Her dazzling white robes and majestic wings lit up the darkness like a beacon of hope. She was pretty in a gentle, kind sort of way.
She had light, brown hair, tied in a bun. Several tendrils of hair hung down the sides of her creamy, pale face. She had crystal clear blue eyes, and a smile that exuded gentleness and warmth.
She had had many names during the centuries and been called many different things…but, lately, she had been known simply as…Angel. She had been alive once, like these mortals had, but it had been so long ago that she had completely forgotten…forgotten about her mortal life.
Not that it really mattered, she was happy working for Him, working for the Creator. For the past twenty or so years, she had been assigned to watch the King of Iron Fist Tournament. She watched over the competitors…and appeared to some of the more sensitive ones.
She had been assigned to protect the fighters, and watch the Mishima family…particularly the men with the Devil Genes. The younger man…Jin, had managed to control the Devil within him, and now Kazuya was…free.
Angel's feet lightly touched down onto the floor. She glanced over at the young man…holding hands with Kazuya. She found the sight touching.
Another half breed… She thought.
She didn't mean it as a derogatory statement, it's just that, on the other side, Nephilim were known by this name. She shook her head sadly…she had seen so much death watching over this tournament…she had seen so many of these young warriors lives cut short not only during this tournament, but also, throughout the years.
Time mattered not to her, a day passed as quickly as a year did. To her, and her kind, time was moot.
Another had yet to be called, that would only happen once she had freed this young one's soul from its mortal coil.
Angel knew his name…it was Jamie…Jamie Parker. Just by looking at him she knew him. She knew everything about him. His body was covered in bruises. He had suffered two black eyes, a broken nose, and a split lip, just to name a few. His blond hair was died a light pink with blood, and scattered around the floor.
He wore a wrinkled, blood stained white kilt, and brown sandals.
"The Ascending Angel Ritual…" Angel whispered.
He was a handsome young man in an off beat way…even during the throes of death; he still managed to look serene.
The world was unraveling fast. Angel had to hurry; she didn't have much time left. Angel began to put her hand on Jamie's forehead, and murmured a divine incantation.
It was meant to lose Jamie's soul, so she could take it to Heaven.
However, she was interrupted by a blinding white light.
Quickly, Angel stood, and dropped into a fighter's stance. She assumed that it was an oni trying to ambush her. It wouldn't be the first time this had happened. When Patrick had died, she had to fight off several demons from dragging the dead Nephilim's soul into Hell.
She expected to find a horned, snarling, ugly demon…what she saw was an achingly beautiful Japanese woman. She wore a long, simple white dress, with a matching head band and shoes. The outfit was simple, but the way she wore it, and how it clung to her body, it looked like the most extravagant outfit ever created.
Her name was Jun Kazama; the deceased wife of Kazuya Mishima…also, one of the most spiritually in tuned people that Angel had ever seen. Since her untimely death at the hands of Toshin, she had made an appearance to her son…pleading for him not to kill Heihachi…even though he did wind up dying shortly after Jin left the temple.
"Angel…stop!" Jun gently commanded.
Angel did so. "Jun,"
"Don't take him…he is…he is special." Jun said simply.
"Why not? He has performed the Ascending Angel ritual. His strength is gone. He is what the mortals call "clinically dead" there is nothing left for us to do…he deserves to cross over." Angel argued.
"He deserves another chance at living," Jun began, she glanced down at Jamie's body. "I appeared to him several weeks ago. He's…he's different from the other Nephilim. When I came to him, he had been thrown off an eight story building and survived!"
"Yes; after you lent him your strength." Angel retorted.
"Normally I would let you take him…but, while I lent him my powers…I looked into his soul…I saw his future…or…at least his potential future…" Jun knelt down and gently brushed a strand of hair off of his forehead.
"And what did you see?" Angel asked.
"It was cloudy…but I get the impression…I get the impression that he will do something wonderful for the world…even more wonderful then this. He has the potential to become a great warrior…one of the last great warriors for mankind. We humans are fighting a losing battle with the forces of darkness. I firmly believe that Jamie Parker could help us win this battle…or at least tip the scales in our favor…but…but if we take him now…then, we'll never know…and countless other young men will die in his place."
Angel's will was faltering. True, she never liked to gather the souls of departed warriors…particularly Nephilim. She always thought that it was so sad that these young men were called seemingly at random…with powers thrust at them and a life of crushing loneliness and self sacrifice. Jun always seemed right about these things and Angel could feel the power resonating from his lifeless corpse.
And yet…she had strict orders…orders that she had to abide by. Apparently, it was his time to go…and...if it was divine mandate, then she couldn't deviate from that…besides, Jamie's energy reserves were gone…he would never recover from the battle he had just been in.
"Jun, suppose you are right. How would we do this? He's dead now!"
Upon uttering her words three figures appeared beside Jun. Angel recognized them as the three Nephilim who assisted Jamie with the ritual.
"If we give Jamie our residual power, it will not only resurrect him…but give him more power than any Nephilim has ever had." Patrick explained.
"The Creator has allowed for this to pass," Mark stated. "He explained to us that Jamie has the power to end the line of Nephilim."
"But…that is a bad thing…is it not?" Angel asked.
"He didn't say…he said that it wasn't our place to know at this time…that we all have free will and we would have to take that chance."
"So, what's it gonna be? I say we let the kid live, give 'em another chance?" Baek said with his arms crossed.
Angel sighed and thought it over…that's when she realized that the more she listened to the statements, the more she began to agree with them.
"Alright…then let us give this fallen angel another chance…" She said with her warm smile.
Author's Note: Okay, this is part one of the epilogues! Please read and review and I hope you liked it! Oh, and by the way, I really like Angel a lot…she's actually one of my favorite characters so I'm not trying to bash her or anything…so please don't hate me…anyway, please read and review and I hope I wasn't too cliché or anything lame-o like that…I'm a major wussy and I just couldn't kill Jamie off, he's my main character in all my original fic and I just can't kill him off yet…anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! REMEMBER THIS IS ONLY PART ONE! And don't worry…it won't be long and drawn out!