Countdown To Christmas

by redladyreba

BOPGargoyles Crossover The Birds and the Clan join forces to stop old enemies from starting a war. The FINAL TWO CHAPTERS ARE UP! Note to readers: There are some intense scenes in this story. No young readers please. Story complete

33. Now Comes the Night

A/N: Hey everyone! Well I guess being stuck at home does have one advantage…I was able to crank out this rather large section in record time. Midnite, Rogue, and Viet, thanks again for your reviews. I appreciate everyone's comments and questions, because with a story this size, they really do help me keep track of things.

To my new "bro" Denis, thanks for checking this over before I posted it. BTW for everyone's info, I have been, or will be, re-posting several chapters of my story lately and changing some small details (like Tim's age- I originally had him as a late teen. Please now consider him his proper age of a few years older than Hel) because Denis came up with an awesome idea for a sequel to this story. So, in order to have things mesh I've been making small adjustments here and there, and he's been proofing everything to make sure it'll be continuos with the sequel.

Ok, so I know this is a long A/N but I have one last thing to add. This next section touches on things of what some would consider a religious nature…and religion seems to be a touchy subject with some people. PLEASE remember this is FICTION. What I've written doesn't even really coincide with my own religious beliefs, so don't get all bent out of shape if they don't go with your own and flame me for it.

Now, with all of that said…..enjoy!

P.S. Now Comes the Night by Rob Thomas is a great soundtrack selection for the funeral scene. Great inspiration came from that song- hence the title of this chapter.

In a realm where time does not exist……..

"Approach valiant warrior," the Voice directed.

Goliath stepped towards the being, barely able to make out His appearance under the brilliant glow of light that He exuded. Goliath dropped to one knee before such magnificence and bowed his head low. "My Lord," he acknowledged humbly.

"Rise Goliath of Wyvern and welcome to the Rest you have so richly deserved."

"I thank you My Lord."

There was a brief pause, and Goliath felt himself being sized up. "You are saddened by your departure from the mortal life. Are you not joyous that you can now join your fallen brothers and sisters of long ago?"

There was a parting of the clouds, and off in the distance Goliath could make out the faints shapes of those who fell during the massacre. They were waiting for him. And yet he still looked away from them, and raised his head to look directly into the brilliance before him. "I long to see them Merciful One. But I have eternity to be joined with them. It is the fate of the loved ones I left behind that I worry about."

"Their fate is all the same warrior, surely you recognize that."

"I do My Lord. However…I am concerned for their well-being while they pass the years in the mortal realm. I do not wish for them to suffer because of the choice I made."

"You are a noble being Goliath. There have been few in that realm that have possessed your character and determination to uphold what is right and just. Even now, I sense your willingness to sacrifice whatever you can to make this one last thing right for those that you have left behind."

"My love for them has not diminished. I could not bare living in such peace if I knew that they suffered because I chose to give my life in place of hers," Goliath admitted honestly.

"You were destined for a difficult life the moment you were borne as a gargoyle. It was made all the more troubled with the betrayal from your own mate and the misuse of the earth's magical energies. During your time in the mortal realm you served as a guardian over humans and non-humans alike. Even here, I can see in your heart that you wish to continue your role of protector. Your trials have served you well Goliath, and for your unwavering faithfulness I hereby reward you with a choice that few who enter my realm are given."

Goliath stood, sensing it was appropriate to facing the All Mighty on his feet as he was given a chance to choose his destiny. "You have the chance to pass beyond me and enter into the Rest you have rightly earned. There, you will know a joy and peace that has no bounds, and you will be rejoined with those you have lost over the centuries. Or, you may join my legions and continue in your role of guardianship. As a warrior, you will have limited contact with those Beyond, because your focus will be kept mostly on the guidance of my children in the mortal realm."

"I…would be able to see Elisa and the rest again?" he asked, hope instantly filling his eyes.

"Yes. But your contact with them would be extremely limited. Only certain ones of my numbers are allowed to appear in form to the mortals, and you would not be one of them. The closest direct contact you could have with them would be in the Dreamworld."

"But I would be able to look after them…guide them?"

"As much as their hearts will allow it. Take care to weigh your choice carefully my son. As a Guardian, your task will not always be an easy one. Not everyone wishes to be helped, including the ones you love, and you will suffer many disappointments as you help keep at bay the forces of the Darkness which threatens to consume my children."

"My Lord…if I may be so bold," Goliath began hesitantly.

"Have no fear warrior. Ask what is in your heart."

"Why? Why do our races suffer so? Why have you not simply put an end to all of this?"

"You shall understand in due time, Goliath of Wyvern. But to put it simply, I was challenged, and I have allowed this time to pass in the mortal realm to give an answer to my adversary. Make no mistake though, my Day will come. And when I give my final answer to all who have sided with that One, there will be no question- no doubt- left in anyone's mind ever again"

Goliath bowed low once more, content with the answer and the knowledge that he would indeed, come to understand things in time. He looked up, his gaze unwavering. "It is in my very nature to protect My Lord. Even with the passage into your realm, that desire still burns bright within me. I choose to join your ranks of guardians," he told The Almighty, with firm conviction.

"Rise my son, and go with your fellow guardian brothers back to the midst of the mortal realm. They will instruct you in the ways of guiding the humans in your new form. Be cautious of the Dark One for he seeks to sway my warriors as much as he wishes to influence the mortal realm. I will summon you when I gather my armies for the Final Battle."

Several other beings of light surrounded Goliath, their presence full of warmth and invitation. One held out it's hand to him, and as he accepted it, his entire being shifted as his own body was suffused with the Light and Power no mortal could ever comprehend. Then, in the blink of an eye he was looking down on the jewel of the planet he had once called home, a single guide at his side ready to train him for his new responsibilities.

January 10th

Castle Wyvern

Manhattan

7:00am

"Today's top story is the funeral of the fallen leader of the gargoyle Clan Leader, Goliath, who was killed two weeks ago during the Dock Wars. For more coverage on this story we go live to Nicole St. John who is outside the Xanatos tower in downtown Manhattan. Nicole can you tell us more about the plans for this evening's funeral?"

"Well Mike, as you know all representatives for Mr. Xanatos have been very tight lipped about what is going to take place this evening in the castle that sits high above the Manhattan skyline. Just minutes ago, the business tycoon made a brief appearance to release a statement to the press. In it, he finally admitted what everyone had been speculating on for years- that the gargoyles have indeed been living within the walls of Castle Wyvern for most of this past decade. Mr. Xanatos explained that Wyvern is actually the ancestral home of this particular Clan, and as such, the ceremony will be held in the castle.

"The list of guests to tonight's ceremony is unknown, but rumor has it that some high government officials along with several prominent socialites are expected to be in attendance. Now to recap the events that have lead up to tonight's history making moment we would need to go back to when the gargoyle race came into public light several years ago, after the incident at St. Damien's Cathedral. The public's reaction was volatile to say the least as hundreds flocked into the ranks of the anti-gargoyle movement: The Quarrymen. The Quarrymen were officially denounced and disbanded by public officials when their quest for genocide endangered hundreds of human lives. The gargoyles- and Goliath in particular-were credited with the saving of those lives.

"After the small Clan saved the train full of passengers, they quietly stepped out of the public spotlight. Sources in both the NYPD and New Gotham PD were able to confirm that Detective Elisa Maza- an officer consistently linked with the gargoyles- traveled to New Gotham with Goliath and another clan member. Their mission: to track down the source of the infamous black market HQ gun that had been responsible for the deaths of over fifty people, including eight officers, in the past six months. After two weeks of undercover work, they not only found out where the guns were being manufactured, but who was behind this elaborate plot. Jon Canmore, the former leader of The Quarrymen, had joined forces with the notorious Harley Quinn, and her believed-to-be-dead brother Jacob Quinn.

"What ensued during the early morning hours of Christmas Day can only be described as an epic battle between the forces of good and evil. The Dock Wars, as they have been officially dubbed, resulted in heavy casualties on both sides. When the dust finally settled, justice had prevailed, but not without sacrifices. In New Gotham, sources revealed that a private funeral was held last week for the unsung- and civilian- heroes who gave their lives in the battle fought at the New Gotham docks. Here in Manhattan, the actual loss of life is unknown, with the sole exception of Goliath."

"Nicole, will there be any press allowed to the event?"

"Mr. Xanatos explained that he would allow a very small delegation from the press. They would be hand-picked, and informed of their invitation about an hour before the funeral. He explained that this delegation would be allowed access on several terms only, however. He stated that anyone invited could not bring a camera of any kind to the ceremony, and any reporters who are invited may discreetly conduct interviews only with those in attendance who wish it. If any of the guests is upset by the presence of the press, the entire contingent will be asked to leave."

"Mr. Xanatos has set some very strict conditions," the anchor stated disapprovingly.

"Indeed he has. He stated that this was a private ceremony, and not to be turned into a media circus, and that the few reporters who will be chosen should consider themselves lucky that the Clan has decided to allow some press coverage of the event."

"You said private Nicole, but I understand the request to be on the invited guest list is quite extensive, and our sources have said that security in and around the Xanatos building is being beefed up considerably in preparation for tonight's guests."

"That is true Mike. As I said earlier, there have been no confirmed reports of who will be in attendance tonight, but we have confirmed that a small fleet of Xanatos Industries will be arriving steadily throughout the day with guests from around the globe. It is also expected that a small delegation of police officers and top police officials will be present along with the Mayor and the Governor."

"Earlier you mentioned Detective Maza who was said to be gravely injured during the battle. Has there been any word on the detective's condition yet?"

"There has been no official statement on her current condition Mike. An eyewitness to the fight on the docks here in Manhattan, informed us that Detective Maza was indeed severely injured in the fight. Some unconfirmed reports indicated that her injuries may have cost the officer her sight, but again, I must stress that is an unconfirmed report. Considering how closely linked she has been with the gargoyles all these years, one can easily assume she is very close to the Clan. I'm sure that if she is able, she will be there tonight and we will know further about her condition at that point."

"Thank you Nicole. We'll continue to check in with you through out the day to keep our audience updated on any further developments in this story."

Xanatos clicked off the television and turned to Owen. "That woman isn't to be allowed anywhere near the castle tonight. She's caused me one too many headaches in the past and I'm sure as hell not going to give her the satisfaction of getting a scoop on a story like this. Invite that new guy that fills in for her, he's not as nosey yet and considerably more tactful."

"Very good sir. I will see to it. Have you decided on any other reporters you wish to allow?"

"Hudson likes that one anchor from CNN that he watches all the time. She's less of a shark compared to the others as well. And call up Tom Brokaw, he knows how to handle a situation as delicate as this. The man can mingle with the best and not make it look like he's interviewing them. I think that will cover it."

"Would you like me to call Mr. Brokaw now before I inform the other two?"

"Yes, and tell him to please keep his invitation a secret."

"Of course sir. I'll see to the arrangements. The plane from Guatemala will be landing shortly with Obsidiana and the second one from London will arrive a half hour later."

"And the Ishimura delegation?"

"The pilot checked in and they will arrive as scheduled at noon."

"Excellent. How about the rest of the guests traveling in?"

"Sir Arthur has arranged for his own transportation with Griff, and they should be here within the next few hours. The Secretary of the Interior will be flying in this evening and will be here about an hour before the ceremony is to begin. The UN Secretary General is already in town for a conference, and the Director of the FBI is scheduled to check into the local field office early this afternoon. They are going to inform us of his arrival and will see to his transportation themselves. The guests from New Gotham will all be arriving early this afternoon as well."

"Excellent. Fox said her mother has already contacted her about the delegation coming from Avalon- which is the entire clan from what I understand. Titania herself is expected to attend, so perhaps you can discuss the situation with Alexander with her. Well, it seems you have everything under control Owen. I'm going to go eat breakfast with my family before I'm scheduled to meet with Dominique about the possible business venture with Bruce."

"If that will be all then sir?"

"Carry on Owen. Fox should be down in about an hour to head over the airport to help fly some of our stone guests to the castle with the helicopter."

"Thank you sir. I'll be up in the Great Hall if you should need me for anything."

Noon……

Fox Xanatos waited near her helicopter as the private jet taxied into the hanger. As soon as the engines were shut off, the employees quickly moved into action, carefully off-loading the precious cargo under her watchful eye.

"Busy day today isn't it Mrs. X?" the crew chief asked her with a grin after he shouted for two men to handle one of the crates with more care.

"That it is Chuck. To be honest though, it's been nice to get out for a little while."

"Yeah, it's been a couple of months since you've been behind the stick," he chuckled. "Figured you'd be coming up with an excuse to get some air time in pretty soon. Shame, that these circumstances would be the reason. But, I wouldn't trust no one else to make sure these guys get to the castle in one piece."

"Your men have done an excellent job today Chuck. See to it that the rest of the guests arrive without a hitch, and there will be a big bonus for every one of you."

"You know a man like me don't need extra money Mrs. X. But I'm sure the rest of the men will be happy to hear that they can pay off their Christmas debts early this year."

"Tell you what, the rest will get their bonus and you can help me test fly the new bird XI is building out in California next month."

"Now that sounds like a deal boss!" he laughed, shaking her hand on it and then jogging off to yell more instructions to the forklift operator.

3:00 PM

"Oh my god, this place is even cooler in real life!" Dinah gasped as she stepped out of the elevator and into the massive stone entryway.

"Yeah they have quite the spread here. But our butler is way cooler than theirs."

Alfred cleared his throat, doing his utmost to look dignified. "I'm sure Mr. Burnett is a very capable assistant to Mr. Xanatos."

Helena just looked at him, one eyebrow raised and the older man finally allowed a tiny smile. "However I thank you for the vote of confidence. Miss Helena."

Helena grinned and the man in question appeared at the end of the hall and approached the small group. "Good afternoon, I am Owen Burnett- personal assistant to Mr. and Mrs. Xanatos. If you should require anything, please do not hesitate to let me know. The ceremony is expected to begin around seven in the Great Hall. There is a dinner being prepared for all the guests who are arriving here early and it will be served in the dining hall at five. You are welcome to attend, and are of course welcome to tour about the castle. Here is a map of the castle, a list of all unrestricted areas you may feel free to visit, and a cell phone programmed to reach either myself or one of the Xanatos' should you need anything."

"Will we be seeing Mr. Xanatos or his wife before the funeral?" Bruce asked.

"They will be present at the dinner, and Mr. Xanatos mentioned that he may be contacting you for a small meeting if time permits. The sun will set at four forty this evening, if you wish to watch the gargoyles wake up. Quarters have been provided for each of our guests, so when you enter the second level, an assistant will show you to your designated rooms and wait on any needs you may have. I have some final preparations to attend to, so if you will not be needing anything else?"

Alfred once again cleared his throat and stepped forward. "Mr. Burnett perhaps I could be of some assistance to you?"

"You are a guest here sir. I would not ask-"

"Nonsense!" Alfred dismissed with a wave. "You obviously have important tasks to oversee before tonight, and I'm sure constantly having to break away to greet guests is slowing down progress."

Owen hesitated, looked over the group who didn't seem startled in the least bit by Alfred's offer, and then back at the elderly gentleman. "It would be helpful if someone with experience could receive the guests while I focused on the final preparations," he admitted finally.

"Alfred here has received his fair share of dignitaries and politicians over the years Owen. I wouldn't mind loaning him to you for the evening if it is agreeable to him. Tonight is a big night for everyone, and I know the pressure of wanting everything to go off perfectly," Bruce added.

"Thank you both for your generosity. If you will accompany me back to the Great Hall then, I will see to it that you are given a quick tour of the Castle so that you may personally escort our guests to their quarters."

"There's no need for that Mr. Burnett. I took it upon myself to study the floor plans of your magnificent home and memorize the layout of each level. If I should have any troubles I will contact you, but I am confident that everything will run smoothly."

The blonde man nodded once. "That is very thoughtful of you sir. I will check in with you in about an hour to see how things are progressing."

The small contingent from New Gotham chuckled as Burnett left. "See? I was right," Helena smirked.

"You memorized the floor plans?" Barbara asked Alfred with a raised eyebrow.

"Some of us have a difficult time navigating large buildings when we are without the aid of a GPS unit," he answered pointedly.

"That's not fair!" Tim pouted.

"I was half asleep!" Dinah piped up.

"You could fit my entire apartment in just our bedroom," Reese groused at the same time.

Laughter broke out from the rest of the group, and Alfred merely shrugged. "I felt it best to know where everything was in case one of us…strayed into unfamiliar territory."

"Point taken. I guess we'll see you later then Alfred."

"Have fun old friend," Bruce added as he and Helena began to lead the group down the hallway to show them around.

"Indeed. I look forward to doing this more often in the near future," the older man added quietly to himself as they disappeared around a corner, their laughter echoing along the stone walls.

FBI New York Branch

"I have those reports you requested sir."

"Excellent. I'll look them over when I head back to Washington to report to the President in the morning. For now, I want your take on the gargoyles. Do they present a threat to national security?"

Agent Connors shifted, and tilted his head to one side. "Wouldn't the D.E.O. branch back in Quantico be the best section of the Bureau to answer that question sir?"

"While I'm sure that Director Chloe Sullivan's group is quite competent in their jobs and this would fall within their field of expertise, the gargoyles live here and it was you that I asked to keep tabs on them. Besides, I want to be sure that Sullivan isn't another Amanda Waller in the making, and that comment is to never leave this room. Now, do you feel that they are a threat to national security."

"No sir, I strongly feel that they do not pose a threat to us or any nation they may reside in. We have been monitoring their activities closely since their existence was first confirmed five years ago. They exhibit an almost instinctual need to protect and they have done so on a number of occasions at the risk of their own lives. The Dock Wars are a perfect example of that fact."

"Yes, but they work outside the law," the Director pointed out as he poured himself a glass of water.

Connors smiled. "Some would argue that we do as well sir."

The Director chuckled and took a sip. His expression suddenly grew grim and he set the glass down as he turned to face the agent. "About the Dock Wars. How is it that none of our intelligence saw this coming? We could have had another 9/11 on our hands, only this time it would be from our own people."

"There had been some intel about possible movements from both Quinn and Canmore sir. But it had been dirtied up by contacts of theirs on the inside."

The Director looked shocked. "You mean to say we have one of their moles inside?"

The agent nodded grimly. "More than one sir. We cleaned house several months ago and ferried out four of the bastards, but they never talked. We have no idea how many there are- it can't be more than a small handful- but we are still trying to discreetly flush them out."

"Why wasn't I notified of this situation?"

"Sir, the problem is not with the gargoyles…it's with us. There are a lot of anti-gargoyle sympathizers out there. I have some of my top profilers working on screening out those within this branch that may be among them. It is a tedious process, that must be conducted discreetly."

"Have you had any success with this process?"

"Considerable sir. We started the screening process about a year ago, and have been keeping a close eye on any who have been flagged. Three of those under surveillance, turned out to be amongst Canmore's informants."

"And the rest?"

"Only two have been false alarms. The rest are under a quiet internal investigation for questionable dealings. I believe the near future will most likely provide us with ample opportunity to see how they are going to react to the gargoyles coming into an international spotlight."

"Keep a close watch on this Connors. There are a large number of politicians who are lobbying that the President address this situation on a national level. This city's Mayor is determined to grant them citizenship and the Secretary of the Interior is going to be there tonight. I already know he wants to push for a Bill that will not only protect their race, but grant any Clan who lives within our country full and legal citizenship. The Supreme Court has been appraised of the situation and are already meeting quietly about this. The last thing we need when the media sharks start feeding off this, is to have people within our own government trying to sabotage our system."

"I'm taking extreme precautions to make sure this doesn't blow up in our faces sir."

"It better not. The President has made it quite clear that he will not tolerate some kind of civil war during his watch. God knows we already have enough on our plates to worry about. Find these moles and clean them out immediately Connors."

"Yes sir. May I ask a question sir?"

"Possibly."

"The scale of this thing was far larger than any of the intel we had received. There were over one hundred men at the train yards, and nearly the same number at the dock. The report from New Gotham indicated that there were almost two hundred of Quinn's people either arrested or killed. How on earth did a handful of civilians and a small contingent of cops beat those odds? Something's being left out of these reports."

The Director nodded in agreement. "You should have heard the Secretary of Defense after he read the initial report. He insists there is no way to beat those odds given the foot troops those cops had as backup. There have been certain details that were omitted in the official reports, but have come to my attention over the last couple of weeks and I will be checking into them. In the meantime, I want you to keep your eye out for any unusual activity or reports over the next few months. I don't care how ridiculous it may sound."

"You mean more unusual than vigilantes and gargoyles teaming up to take down the largest weapons shipment in history?" Connors asked with a chuckle.

"Which reminds me, I'm told that the local police worked with a small group of the Mafia in both cities as well."

"Detective Maza of the NYPD is said to have gained her information from Tony Dracon, the local mob boss who was in prison at the time. Apparently, she had strings pulled, because he was let out on good behavior shortly after she left town to contact Detective Jesse Reese of the NGPD. Most of their help that night probably came from outside resources since both of them were aware that there were too many ears within both local and federal agencies."

"How on earth would they know about our situation, when I wasn't even aware of it?"

"Detective Maza's partner is Matthew Bluestone- a former agent of mine who is still in contact with us on occasion. He's a clean cop and was a good agent. Bluestone's helped us out from time to time, and he was informed to be careful in giving any information that was gargoyle related to contacts that I hadn't cleared."

"The mob though? How do we know that the cops involved in this whole mess are really clean? These people are up for commendation from the President. It wouldn't look to good if, a year from now, they're being hauled up on charges of conspiracy."

"I've had an extensive background check run on every officer involved in that shootout. Every one of them is as clean as you can get. Sure, some of them have little black marks on their records, but nothing indicates any connection to the mob- quite the opposite in fact. I think it came down to plain and simple numbers sir. These people knew they were going into a fight severely outnumbered and they took the help from the one source they knew they could trust, because the mob had just as much to lose if this shipment wasn't stopped."

"It'll be interesting to hear what they each have to say about that. This Detective Maza, have you offered her a position yet?"

A disappointed look crossed through Connors' eyes. "I'm afraid that wouldn't be possible sir. Detective Maza is a street cop, there's no way she'd drive a desk here."

"Then offer her a field position."

"I'm sorry, I thought you had been aware of the severity of the injuries she sustained in the fight. Detective Maza could never pass the field exams because she has lost sight in one eye. Her depth perception is now gone."

The Director sighed. If she had lost her depth perception, it was also unlikely that she would be allowed back on the street in the Department as well. "Damn shame. I was looking forward to meeting her."

"You will sir. Detective Bluestone assured me she would be in attendance for tonight's ceremony."

"She's on her feet already?"

"Despite her doctor's constant protests, from what I've been told."

The Director looked thoughtful for a minute and then set his glass down. "Call my car Connors. And remember…don't screw this up."

"I won't sir."

The Director nodded and then exited the large office. As soon as the door shut, Connors picked up his phone and called for the Director's transport and then sank into his chair after hanging up the phone. With a troubled sigh he pulled out a small flask from a locked drawer and dribbled a little of it's contents into his tonic water.

"What the hell was I thinking when I took this job?" he muttered to himself as he sipped directly from the flask and turned his chair to watch over the city far below.

In the Castle Courtyard……

Obsidiana slowly walked around the stone forms of her distant cousins, smiling as she came upon Angela and Bronx. "Just as I remember you."

"Good Heavens! How is it that you aren't stone?" a voice exclaimed, startling the gargoyle from her examinations of her kin. She turned to see a noble looking man dressed in what appeared to be formal attire of the British Court.

"The sun amulet I wear allows me to remain in my flesh form during the day. There are only four remaining in my Clan, so we only sleep in stone when it is necessary."

"Incredible. Forgive me of my rudeness though. I am Arthur Pendragon," he introduced with a courtly bow.

"And I am Obsidiana of the Guatemalan Clan. I have heard of your name. Elisa and Angela spoke of you when they stayed with us."

"Yes, we have run into them several times over the years now," he chuckled quietly. "I travel with Griff there most of the time," he said as he gestured to his friend's frozen form. "'Tis a great shame that I would be returning here under these circumstances."

Obsidiana nodded, looking back over the many statues that now decorated Castle Wyvern's courtyard. "I wish my Clan could be here to witness such an awakening," she said sadly.

"With only four, I can only imagine how incredible this evening's sunset will be for you. I believe the only ones used to waking in large numbers would be your kin from Japan."

"Hey, I thought you said they all slept during the day," a second voice said, as a small group of humans wandered across the courtyard. One of them, a woman with striking red hair and sitting in a wheeled chair nodded.

"Most of them do. But one small Clan wear special pendants that allow them to remain awake, and given the color of your skin I'm going to go out on a limb and say that you must be Obsidiana." The redhead held out the arm that wasn't injured for a handshake.

"And you have got to be Arthur," the slim brunette standing next to her decided as she took in Arthur's clothes.

"I am My Lady. But I believe you have us at a disadvantage since it appears neither of us have the slightest clue as to who you and your friends may be," he said cordially.

"We're from New Gotham," Helena answered as she shook his hand firmly. "We worked with Elisa and the others to take down Canmore and Quinn."

"You were with them that night then…when Goliath fell in battle?" Obsidiana asked quietly.

"Elisa was with most of us for part of the night before she hopped on that boat back to Manhattan. Dick was with Goliath and Hudson on the train, but Goliath took off after Elisa as soon as he got into town and heard she was on her way to a second rendezvous point. None of us were actually with them when he was killed. We didn't know about it until later that night," Barbara answered quietly.

"'Twas a noble thing all of you did."

Helena shrugged, a sad smile crossing her lips. "It's what all of us do though right?"

"It is our calling," Obsidiana acknowledged.

"Well I don't know about you guys, but I'm freezing out here and there's still a little while left before the sun sets. They have a bunch of snacks and coffee set up in one of the entertainment rooms," Reese suggested as he rubbed his hands together vigorously.

Helena chuckled. "Is that all you cops ever think about?" she asked her boyfriend with a raised eyebrow.

"This, from the woman with the bottomless stomach?" he teased back.

"Coffee sounds excellent. Griff teases me, saying the reason we were in the Dark Ages for so long was that we didn't have coffee. I'm inclined to agree with him now that I find myself unable to function in the early morning hours without it."

With several nods and verbal agreements, the group headed inside to warm up and get their caffeine fix.

"Mr. Xanatos."

"Yes Owen?"

"Sir I'm picking up two unscheduled incoming arrivals to the castle."

Xanatos sat up in his chair and punched a button on his desk revealing a wall of security screens. "Have we identified the incoming party?"

"I don't have anything on visual yet sir, but their signature is unmistakable. It appears Coldstone and Coldfire heard of Goliath's demise and have returned home for the funeral."

Xanatos watched the screens for a moment longer and then nodded, satisfied. "See to it they are welcomed and updated on what has been happening Owen."

"Yes sir."

"Are the guests settled in yet Owen?"

"The Director is on his way over as we speak, the Secretary of the Interior is in-bound, and the UN Secretary General just arrived. Everyone else, has arrived and most of them are mingling in the entertainment rooms."

"Excellent. I'm sure that they are probably aware of the time, but would you please see to it that all of our guests are informed of when the gargoyles will awaken."

"I'll make sure both Alfred and myself see to it."

"Alfred?"

"Mr. Wayne's butler and personal assistant sir. He insisted on helping, and Mr. Wayne generously offered his services. His arrival was actually very timely, and has allowed me to personally oversee dinner arrangements while he greets the incoming guests."

Xanatos grinned. "Is that a hint that maybe I should get you more help Owen?"

"Of course not sir. Merely an observation."

"Then by all means don't let me keep you."

"Fox! I've been searching all over this blasted place for you!" an accented voice called out to the redhead as she ushered Alex towards his room to get changed for the evening.

"Dingo?" she asked turning around and then laughed as her old comrade grabbed her in a fierce hug.

"You look great Janie," he said, calling her by the old nickname as he held her out to arm's length for inspection.

"You don't look too bad yourself Henry," she grinned back.

"Good heavens is this your son?" he asked amazed as he crouched down to greet the child.

"See what happens when you don't visit old friends?" she teased him.

"Hey there little mate," Dingo grinned at the boy.

"Where's your suit with the nanos? Alex asked as he shook the large man's hand.

"Ah, so your mum's been tellin' stories about me now has she?"

"She told me all about the Pack and how you an' Goliath went to the Dreamworld to stop the Matrix from taking over!"

"Was quite a battle that one. Well given the occasion, I felt it would be more appropriate to wear this suit tonight mate. The Matrix is back home keepin' an eye on things for me while I'm away."

"You left the Matrix by itself?" Fox asked, a little concern entering her eyes.

Dingo shrugged as he stood back up. "It's quite amazing Fox, but I think the Matrix is even beginning to grasp certain human concepts- like mercy. It's consciousness has certain evolved over the last few years, and I haven't worried about it going rogue on me in a long time." His tone softened a bit as he looked at his old comrade. "You could have called me Fox. Anytime an old mate of mine needs me, I'll be there."

Fox ducked his head. "I know Henry. Things have just been so chaotic lately….and my mind wasn't clear when all of this started."

"Hey now, don't go blaming yourself Janie. I'm only one man…Matrix or not."

"I know. It's just frustrating to have all this power at your fingertips, and still be helpless to prevent the death of a friend," she sighed. "Well I have to get Alex dressed for tonight- I promised him we wouldn't miss all the gargoyles waking up."

"I'll see you up top in a little bit then."

"Oh and Henry? Remember that we have some top officials here tonight…like the Director of the FBI. Watch yourself around him."

"Thanks for the heads up mate and don't worry. I won't be keepin' conversation with him too much tonight."

Sunset……

Elisa looked down on the courtyard from her window and sighed. She used to look forward to this moment every night for the better part of a decade. Now, even with the spectacular sight below her, it only brought her grief and pain. It saddened her greatly that Goliath would never be able to see so many of his kin waking up together in his ancestral home. She watched the growing crowd below, surprised at some of the old familiar faces present, as well as some of the newer ones.

She almost smirked when she watched Tony Dracon boldly brush past the FBI Director, his smug grin apparent, even from her position. But inside she felt too numb to manage even that. There was a soft knock at her door and Matt poked his head inside the room. "Hey partner, they're about to wake up," he told her softly.

"Yeah, I know," she whispered back, fighting the tears.

"Want some company?" he asked as he came over to stand next to her.

"Not really."

"Good, neither did I right now," answered with a half smile as he simply stood next to her and looked down into the courtyard.

The Secretary of the Interior rushed out to the courtyard with moments left to spare and stood slightly breathless next to the Director.

"You made good time," the Director mumbled quietly.

"I cut my last meeting short. I wasn't about to miss something like this. Very few people have actually witnessed them coming out of their stone sleep."

"I think most of those that have, are standing here in this group, and even they seemed to be excited by the fact that there are so many gargoyles here at one time."

"It's starting!" the Secretary whispered in awe, craning his head forward as the sun dipped below the horizon and the tell-tale cracking noises began.

The group held a collective breath as stone fell away, limbs and wings stretched and then they all gasped as one as ear-piercing roars filled the night air. After the noise died down, the gargoyles shook the remaining stone from clothing and hair and turned to greet their stunned audience. The silence was broken as a young child broke from his mother's grasp and bolted across the flagstones. "Uncle Lex your friends are all here!" the boy giggled as he leapt into the diminutive gargoyle's arms.

"Amazing," the Secretary breathed.

The Director was silently forced to admit that he had to agree. The child's display of trust and carelessness with the creatures as he eagerly greeted each of them, was astounding. A look over towards the Xanatos couple showed no hint of concern or worry on either parent's face, as several of the guest gargoyles submitted to being touched, petted, and even crawled on by the curious youth.

Once the various Clan members had acquainted themselves with each other, they turned their attention on the small crowd braving the frigid air to greet them. Brooklyn stepped forward, his back a bit straighter as he addressed the group. "I am Brooklyn, Leader of Clan Wyvern. On behalf of my Clan, I would like to thank each of you who have come here tonight. We look forward to getting to know all of you better, but we have some final preparations to attend to before the ceremony. Mr. and Mrs. Xanatos have graciously seen to it that a dinner has been prepared for all of you. Please enjoy the meal, and we will see all of you at the ceremony."

With that Clan Wyvern began to detach itself from the mingling crowd of humans and gargoyles. Brooklyn caught the attention of Coldstone and Coldfire and motioned for them to join the Clan as they moved inside the castle.

Elisa finally tore her gaze away from the scene below, her vision mostly blurred. "God I'm so sorry Elisa," Matt whispered in a choked voice from next to her.

Elisa looked over at her partner, shocked by the raw emotion she saw on his face for the first time ever. "Damnit, I should have gone with my gut and met you down at that dock. You're my partner…I should have had your back and I let you down. I-.."

Elisa cut off his self-loathing with a touch to his arm. "It's not your fault Matt," she whispered hoarsely. "It's not your fault."

He pulled her into a hug. "It wasn't yours either Elisa. We were outnumbered, and there was just too much happening that night. Please don't do this to yourself. Don't let Canmore beat you like this," he pleaded.

The tears she had been trying to keep in check, mingled with his as she clung to him as she trembled in his grasp. "He took everything from me Matt…everything…."

"There are still a lot of people here who love you….please don't forget about us. Don't shut us out."

Elisa said nothing, simply allowed her partner to hold her for a little while longer until her trembling abated, and his own tears dried. When she finally lifted her head, he was still deeply troubled by the emptiness in her eye. "Elisa, I meant what I said. Don't shut us out."

"I'm trying Matt," she answered with a weak and shaky smile. "Now get out of here. It's going to take me forever to get dressed, so I had better get started."

"I'll be down the hall if you need anything."

She merely nodded and turned towards the bed where her garment bag was laid out. With a quiet sigh to himself, Matt wiped his face and left his partner to her task.

"Mrs. Xanatos it's time," Owen murmured to her quietly.

Fox smiled graciously at her guests and rose from the table. "If you will excuse me Mr. Secretary…Director…we have some late arrivals that I should greet personally."

Both men stood slightly as she rose and left. The FBI Director looked over at Xanatos with a raised eyebrow. "Her mother," Xanatos explained. "And some…close relatives of the Clan who are the Honor Guard for tonight's ceremony."

Fox punched in her security code to the lowest level of the castle that was only accessible to a certain privileged few. Owen followed her into the large empty room, and nodded. Fox closed her eyes, and focused her mind to one single task.

"You've been practicing my daughter," Queen Titania answered in approval a moment later.

Fox opened her eyes to see her mother standing there next to a glowing portal. "Well the way things have been going lately, I figured it was time I brush up on my last resort skills. Is the Clan ready?"

"They are all gathered," Titania nodded, and with a wave of her hand the portal widened and one after another, the Avalon Clan stepped through into the real world.

Fox looked over the healthy Clan and their two guardians, resplendent in their finest clothing , and what appeared to be a traditional Scottish Plaid held in place across each of their chests by a broach bearing the Wyvern crest. She turned to her mother and raised an eyebrow. "They are of Wyvern decent my dear. As far as anyone knows, Avalon is a little known island off the coast of Scotland."

Fox nodded in approval as she turned to address the group. "I'm sure this is all going to be a bit overwhelming for some of you, so I have one request on Brooklyn's behalf. Please be careful of what you say and whom you say it too. My mother has told me that she's briefed all of you about the danger's of our world, and that the general public has no knowledge of Avalon, magic or the Third Race for that matter. Owen here is going to take you all upstairs and give you a brief tour of the castle, along with a quick explanation of who is in attendance here tonight and who you may talk freely with. Brooklyn said he will stop in shortly to inform you of how things will be handled."

"One of us should stay with you My Lady," Gabriel suggested as Titania moved to leave with Fox.

"It's quite alright Gabriel. We are amongst friends here, some people just don't need to know everything about us. If I should require any assistance, I will summon you immediately."

"As you wish My Queen."

"Now where is my grandson? I understand he has become quite a handful lately…."

Demona walked into the Library, and felt emotion well up in her chest as she gazed over the healthy Avalon tribe. She had been so angry with Goliath for his decision, and yet it seemed that not even she could have imagined a better outcome. Their numbers were thriving, some even beginning to show signs of carrying the next generation. And as much as she had hated the fact that Goliath had left them there after Oberon and Titania had returned, it appeared they were content with their role as Oberon's Guard.

Brooklyn finished with his instructions to the Clan and then dismissed them back into Owen's care, as he led them to the Great Hall where the ceremony would begin shortly. Demona threaded her way past the group, trying to ignore some of the startled and concerned looks she was given by those that recognized her. She walked by Hudson, who was fiddling with the adjustment of his own Plaid and straightened the broach.

"You realize the plaid wasn't around for several centuries after Wyvern fell," she chuckled as he grumbled about how many times he had already stabbed himself with the pin.

"Aye, but it's a part of our heritage an' Brooklyn wanted to make this somethin' special."

"I have to admit, that I thought you would all look little ridiculous in this outfit, but it suits all of you very well."

Hudson snorted. "Och, don't give him anymore ideas lass. He's already thinking of trading in his loincloth for a kilt."

"Hey can you blame me, it's a lot more comfortable than the loincloth. And I'm not the only one. Angela likes it better too," Brooklyn said in his defense as he straightened his own clothing and nodded in Angela's direction.

Demona smiled fondly at her daughter, who was dressed in a similar fashion. But where the males simply wore the plaid across their bare chests, she was wearing a very modified version of a white peasant's blouse. Walking over to the younger woman, she helped her retie the laced front properly. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you. Brooklyn's right though, and it would be nice to have a change of style."

"Perhaps in another couple of nights you could come over and we can dig through my closet and see if we can't alter a few clothes."

"I would like that."

Brooklyn cleared his throat, and Demona turned around, sensing he was asking for her attention. The rest of the Clan had been unusually quiet since she entered, so she looked at him patiently. "Demona, I….as Leader, I would like to formally invite you to rejoin the Clan."

Demona blinked, clearly not expecting that. Then she took a moment to look at the expressions of everyone around her. Angela was of course hopeful looking, Hudson was a little harder to read, but she saw no signs of disapproval in his eyes. Both Broadway and Lex seemed at ease with the offer, but when she looked back at Brooklyn, she could see the nervousness in his eyes and the tension in his lean frame.

The immortal stepped forward, and when he did not flinch, rested her talons on his shoulders and smirked. "Brooklyn, as tempting as the offer sounds, and as hard as I know it was for you to ask me, I think we both know that probably wouldn't be in everyone's best interests." She felt him sigh silently, and the shoulders beneath her hands lifted every so slightly.

"But…mother.." Angela began.

Demona turned to her daughter, and reached out for her hand. "Shhh. It's okay Angela. It's just that too much has passed between all of us and my life has taken a different path now. I have built a new life for myself and there are a lot of people who are depending on me to keep that life going." She looked back at Brooklyn her gaze growing serious.

"I want you to know that even though I am refusing your…generous offer, that does not mean I am turning my back on the Clan. Just as Elisa has been there for you all these years, I too will be here when you need me."

"I know," Brooklyn answered sincerely as he held out his arm. She accepted it and he held her gaze as he spoke his next words. "Just as we will be here for you as well. You don't have to be alone anymore Demona."

Demona didn't, and couldn't, say anything to that as her talons tightened on his arm. He rescued her from an emotional awkward moment of silence by nodding to Lex who came over with a small bag. "Even though you are officially not a part of this Clan, you were still his mate and Angela's mother. Would you stand with us tonight…as family?"

Demona had to clear her throat as Lex pulled out clothing similar to what Angela was now wearing. "I would be honored," she managed.

Elisa limped towards the Library doors and closed her eye as she rested her hand on the handle. Brooklyn had come to her the previous night, to tell her of what he had been contemplating. She had to give him a lot of credit. Of all the Clan, she had anticipated the most hostility towards Demona to come from him given their past. The amount of restraint and leniency he had shown around her had been remarkable to say the least. But to be willing to bury the hatchet- even if he admitted that he'd still be keeping an eye on it- was the most noble act she had seen from him yet.

Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself. She would not continue to let the clan down. Even if it meant that she had to bury the hurt deep inside where they couldn't see, she would protect them from anymore harm. Opening the door, she hobbled inside and looked the group over.

"About time all of you got a change of style," she said, as she tried her best to smirk despite the pain that still lanced through her face by any facial movements.

"Elisa!" Angela called out as she rushed over to her friend's side.

Elisa was in her dress uniform, white gloves and hat in place, and a large bandage covered and protected the left side of her face. "Hey Angela."

"You look better."

"Yeah well, I finally took someone's advice and got some rest. Listen… about what I said the other night…"

"It's okay Elisa. I shouldn't have pushed you, and you were in a lot of pain."

"I never meant to hurt you Angela…any of you," she added looking the group over. "And if I seem a little distant in the weeks to come, please don't take it personally. I just have to get my head on straight as someone advised me," she finished, with her gaze settling on Demona. Then she smirked.

"So does this mean you're back in?"

"And trade in my plush life for wandering around in Manhattan's ghettos at night, helping stupid people that get themselves into the bad situations you guys are having to constantly save them from?"

Elisa chuckled, a little surprised to find that it was genuine. "Didn't want to give up the day job huh? Even you have to see a little irony in that."

"A disturbing amount actually," Demona admitted.

"Well, I guess it's about time for this to begin. I'll let you guys get to it."

"Elisa wait…." Brooklyn said before she could leave.

"Please stand with us. Everyone out there knows you've been with us from the start. They don't have to know just how involved you were with Goliath."

Elisa looked down at the red talon covering her hand. "I'm sorry Brooklyn, but I just can't. It's hard enough to be on flag detail for this, but if I go out there with you, as family….." she shook her head as her throat threatened to close up. "It's still too much, too soon."

"Okay," he said quietly. His hand held onto hers for a moment longer. "But you are still Clan, nothing will ever change that." Demona cleared her throat and he had to grin slightly. "Okay, so if you go postal and try to wipe out humanity, we might have to kick you out," he added, trying to lighten things back up again.

Elisa snorted softly, and he let her go. "You've come a long way Brook," she said sincerely. "Goliath would have been very proud of you, because I know I am." She gave him a tenuous smile and then limped away before she lost control of her emotions once more.

The Clan watched her go and then Brooklyn sighed. "It's time. Coldstone and Coldfire are probably waiting for us."

Elisa approached the gathered officers, and noticed that there were both NYPD and NGPD uniforms present. Reese looked up from where he was speaking with Matt and both men approached her. "Hey Elisa," Reese greeted softly, concern in his eyes. Elisa gave him a fake smile and cleared her throat.

"Not now Reese," she asked gently. "Make the mascara run and all," she added with a forced chuckle.

"Yeah…ok," he sighed. "But-,"

"I know Reese….and thanks," she whispered before limping over to Captain Chavez for a final inspection of her uniform.

"Everything in order Captain?" she asked, her voice thick with unshed tears.

Of all the people around her, Maria Chavez was perhaps the one person who fully understood what Elisa was going through right now. It was probably why she had also been the one person to not come and visit her during her last two weeks of hell. The police Captain's eyes were filled with a distant sadness as she fiddled with Elisa's badge, picked at imaginary lint, and straightened her cap. "No…it's not. But with a little time, it will be Elisa," Chavez answered, referring to an entirely different matter.

Elisa cleared her throat. "Thank you Captain."

Xanatos came out into the hallway and nodded to Brooklyn who had just arrived with the clan. "The guests are settled and ready."

The officers lined up as the Manhattan Royal Pipe and Drum Brigade readied themselves at the head of the funeral procession. Elisa closed her good eye as the first notes of the tradition funeral march began, and cleared her mind of everything. She focused on the single task of staying on her feet for the night, and shoved her emotions to the side as a numbness settled over her once more.

The line of officers slowly marched into the Great Hall, past the Avalon Honor Guard, past the rows of guests, to the front of the Hall where they ascended the three steps to line up along the wall. Thankfully, Matt was behind her, to help her when she nearly stumbled as her healing leg protested taking her weight going up the last step. The pain was a welcome distraction, for it helped dull the growing ache in her heart as the clan entered the room with Goliath's casket carefully perched on their shoulders.

Angela and Demona proceeded the rest, the young woman's head bent as the finality of this moment settled on her shoulders, and grief began to overcome her brave resolve to be strong. Even Demona had unshed tears glittering in her eyes as the two made their way to the front. Bronx trailed after them, a forlorn look in the garbeast's expression, and he paused halfway down the aisle to let out a low crooning wail.

The Avalon Honor Guard unfurled their wings with a leathery snap, and angled them forward and upwards as Goliath's coffin was slowly moved down their ranks. The crowd had been compelled to its feet by this time, and there were fresh tears spilled from many as the warrior's encased body passed by to be settled carefully on the stone by Hudson, Brooklyn, Lex, Broadway, Coldstone, and Coldfire.

Brooklyn stepped up to the podium and the audience seated itself, still silent. The Clan Leader cleared his throat and smiled nervously at the crowd before him. "Normally, our death ceremony is a bit smaller and with a lot less formality. But for those of you who got to know Goliath….well it only seemed fitting to adapt and combine some of our rituals with yours. On behalf of myself and Clan Wyvern, I would like to thank all of you for coming tonight. I would also like to thank Mr. and Mrs. Xanatos for their generosity and time in helping us to arrange and hold this ceremony.

"Most of you gathered here tonight are friends or allies, and are familiar with our history. For those of you who are new, well sufficed to say that when we arrived in Manhattan we were in for quite a shock. A thousand years ago, our Clan was massacred in a daytime attack on Wyvern and the small number of us who survived were locked into a stone sleep by a spell. When Xanatos rebuilt Wyvern, we were released from that spell and awakened to a frightening new world. Some of us adapted better than others, but one thing remained unchanged: our desire to protect.

"As Hudson is fond of saying, a gargoyle can no more stop protecting than he can stop breathing. It is in our very nature to look after those who cannot look after themselves. And no matter what obstacles we faced, Goliath never let us forget that. He and Elisa helped to guide us through the innumerable trials we came up against in this city, always with one single goal in mind. To make the streets of our new home a little safer each night.

"The most amazing thing about Goliath, to me at least, was that he never gave up hope and he never backed down. Even when all the chips were stacked against us, or when the situation seemed completely hopeless, he would never let us give up…he would never let us give in. He has left a large gap for me to fill, and I hope that I can be at least half the Leader he was. Goliath was the most honorable and noble being I have ever met, and I will miss his guidance and friendship a great deal.

"I suppose that if anything positive was to come about from his death, it's that it was the start of something great. Goliath's single strongest desire was to see a time when humans and gargoyles co-existed in peace. At first, I was saddened by the fact that he never got the chance to see that come true. But then, as I began going over the list of guests, I realized that Goliath had seen what I hadn't. You are the reason he held onto that hope for so long. Even if he died before any large-scale changes had been made, he watched the tides begin to change, right here, with each of you. Your friendship and trust was the greatest gift you could have ever offered him." Brooklyn's throat closed up for a minute. After several attempts to clear it, he managed to force out the final heartfelt words in a rough whisper. "It is on his behalf…that I thank you."

The crimson leader stepped down and Xanatos replaced him. To those that knew the man, it was one of the rare times they saw him look somewhat lost. "As most of you are aware, Goliath and I didn't always see eye to eye. In fact, during the height of my….selfish pursuits in life, he and the Clan were forced to leave their home here at Wyvern. But Brooklyn was right about Goliath never giving up hope. Every chance h had, he would try to remind me that there were more important things in life than power and money. It was almost too late before I realized the value and truth in what he had been saying. By that time I had done things that I can never take back or change.

The billionaire's eyes drifted over to where the Maza's and the Mutates were seated and he forced himself to keep their gazes. "Several of you here tonight have been greatly hurt by my past actions, and while I neither expect or deserve your forgiveness, I'm truly sorry for the pain that I have caused." He finally looked away, back to the main audience and paused gathering his thoughts.

"A few years ago, I would have considered it a weakness to say or show such things. But Goliath reminded me what it really was to be human. He may have had wings and a tail, but he was indeed the most human being I've ever met. I told him as much one night, shortly after he helped to save my son. Men in my position have very few friends, but Goliath, despite his constant wariness around me, was a true friend to me and he will be sorely missed in my family."

After he stepped down, a steady stream of Clan and friends took their turns, relating what they had learned from Goliath or re-telling a good memory of the fallen gargoyle. Most eyes kept glancing over at the line of officers however, waiting for the one person who meant the most to him, to step forward. When Demona finally stepped down from the podium, and no one else moved, Titania- disguised as Anastasia Reynard- stood.

"Enough," she declared, as a bright flash swept through the massive room. "Elisa Maza, you do not speak because you fear you will say what is in your heart. Do not be afraid child, for those who should not hear such confessions cannot," she said with a broad gesture around the room as she shifted into her true form.

Elisa blinked, her mind frozen as she looked around the room. Nothing seemed out of place at first, until she noticed a number of the audience seemed frozen in place. "Come give your soul the closure it needs Elisa," Titania encouraged as she gestured towards the podium.

Both Maria and Matt were now nudging her to move, so she limped over to the podium and gripped it tightly in her white gloved hands. Panic and terror seized her chest for a minute as she looked out over the expectant audience. "I…uh…didn't prepare anything to say," she whispered into the mike. They waited patiently. She swallowed hard, looked down at the coffin and closed her eye for a moment as she gathered her nerve.

"But I know I'm not going to stand up here and tell you how great a person he was, because we all know that. And I'm not going to talk about how much I loved him, because you know that as well." She saw her mother smile encouragingly at her, Beth mirroring their mother's confidence, and her voice gained strength as a ghost of a smile crossed her lips. "Actually, a lot of you knew about that before Goliath and I even did," she added.

There was a smattering of chuckles from the gathered, and unfrozen, group and she tried to retain her composure as she struggled to find the appropriate words. "The night before the Dock Wars, was the last night we shared a moment of peace together. We'd had precious few of those these last few years, and we talked about the past and the future. I told Goliath that I never regretted any of the time or adventures that I've shared with him and the Clan. Standing up here though, with my reason for living lying in a casket before me……well now I'm not so sure of that," she choked out. But she pushed on, the words finally starting to come of their own accord. "Goliath just seemed…..so much larger than life. I never expected to be the one mourning over his death. Looking out, and seeing some of the pain that I feel, mirrored in your eyes, I realized that none of us did. It's taken me awhile to understand that we're all in the same boat.

"Goliath said he would always be there to catch me when I fell. I guess…in a way, all of you are helping him to keep that promise. So as my thanks to you, I would like to give you a gift in return. Goliath was a private individual, but in the nights we passed talking and sharing quiet moments together, he told me many things about each of you that he admired. Things he didn't necessarily voice, but he would have wanted you to know."

With that she went along the rows of those in attendance and shared one of Goliath's reflections and memories with them. To Dingo, the Xanatos', Macbeth, Dracon and Titania, she relayed his admiration of their strength to change, and use their power and influence for the good of humanity.

To the various visiting Clan members, she relayed the hope he had felt, knowing that the gargoyle race was alive and thriving in some parts. She addressed the rest that had fought at his side in battle both recent and old, relating a personal observance he had shared with her on each individual. She even related a funny revelation he had told her about his dealings with Owen.

She spoke to the Avalon Clan as a whole, revealing that one of the happiest moments in his life was being greeted by them on the shores of Avalon. She relayed his heartfelt gratefulness to Tom and Katherine, for their care of the eggs and the effort of raising so many hatchlings by themselves. Next she spoke to her brother and the rest of the Mutates, telling them how Goliath often spoke of how their efforts to adapt to their circumstances and make the best of it, never ceased to amaze him.

Finally, she turned to address Clan Wyvern…her Clan. The strength her voice had been carrying, started to give out as her emotions began to surge back to the surface. "Hudson, Goliath often spoke of how heavily he relied on you for strength and advise throughout the years. Even though he never said it, you were more than a mentor to Goliath…you were like a father to him."

"Thank ye lass," the old warrior said gruffly, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

"Lex, of all the Clan, you were the quickest to adapt to this era. Goliath admitted on many occasions, that he and the Clan would not have adapted as well as all of you did, without your help. He knew that you were hard on yourself often because you weren't as strong as your brothers. But he said you had a strength of mind that no one else possessed and there were times he envied you for that."

She looked at Broadway, a fond smile lifting her lips as she watched the burly gargoyle squeeze Angela's hand. "Lex may have the brain, but you have the heart of this clan Broadway. Goliath was amazed by your compassion for all living things, and when Angela chose you for a mate, he knew that her heart was in good hands. I know he didn't always show it, but he approved of your mating, and it made him happy to see the joy that you brought his daughter."

The aqua gargoyle seemed to swell with pride, even as he wept openly. She shifted her gaze to Brooklyn. "A little while ago I told you Goliath would have been proud….I was wrong to say it like that, because he was proud. When he decided to choose you as his Second I was a bit surprised. You were young, rash, and inexperienced, but Goliath saw great potential in you and you didn't disappoint him. When we were gone all those months, you stepped up to the plate, and helped to keep the Clan and the city safe. Sure, you had your missteps every now and then, but you learned from each of your mistakes and became a better leader. Two nights before the fight, Goliath said he knew the Clan would be okay because they had you looking after them. You had grown into everything that he had hoped for."

When she looked at Demona and Angela, her throat closed completely. Her fists clenched at her side as she struggled to voice the words that would help them heal. "Demona….you and I have always been at opposite ends. And I know how you felt about his love for me. But I want you to know that one of the reasons I kept our relationship from progressing into anything further for so long, was because I knew he still loved you. Even after everything we had all gone through, deep down he still loved you. And as Brooklyn said before, he never gave up hope. Even when it finally became apparent that the two of you would never reconcile everything in the past enough to be together, he was relieved that at least Angela was gaining her mother back. He told you as much, the night we both held his hand as he died," she finished shakily.

The immortal stood rigid, her eyes tinged red as emotions warred within her. She nodded once, unable to voice any words, determined to talk with the human later in a more private setting. Elisa addressed Angela last, in a voice so wrought with grief that, those with lesser hearing had to strain to hear what the detective said to Goliath's daughter.

"Angela, no matter how hard he protested acknowledging that you were his daughter, the thought of knowing his own flesh and blood filled him with a sense of family he had never felt before. After you got it through his skull that you were his child, he was filled with a pride and joy that no one else could have brought him. You adapted quickly, and displayed the heart of a warrior. What was more, you did what no one else could….you helped your mother to see that there was more to life than hatred and revenge. He was so proud of you sweetheart, and he loved you so much…" In the face of Angela's tears, she finally broke down.

Angela rushed to Elisa's side and the two embraced in a fierce hug, that by the time it was finished, there wasn't a dry eye in the place. Elisa finally disentangled herself from the young woman's grasp and limped back into place with the officers. Titania resumed her human guise, and the brief spell broke with another flash of light.

Brooklyn nodded, and a lone bagpipe began playing as the officers moved forward to take their positions around the large casket. With precision movements, the officers of both police departments, ceremonially folded the flag that bore Wyvern's crest, Elisa being the last officer to make the final fold.

She turned, ignored the pain, and forced herself to walk normally the five paces to where Angela stood. "On behalf of the New York and New Gotham Police Departments, I present you with this flag as a token of our gratitude for the sacrifice you father made on in our behalf. His memory will live on in our hearts, and our prayers will be with you and your family," she said quietly, the words meaningless in her mind even as she numbly recited them.

Angela accepted the flag, staring up into Elisa's suddenly vacant expression. Her talons held Elisa's hand briefly, as the flag was passed between them. Elisa finally blinked, and then looked away, unable to hold Angela's gaze. Elisa turned on her heel, winced, and walked back into the police entourage as they withdrew from the casket, and barely made it back up the stairs.

"Elisa maybe you should sit down," Chavez whispered to her as she took in Elisa's pale features and the slight sway in her body.

"No."

"El-"

"No," Elisa said firmly, her good eye glittering angrily.

Chavez sighed, but she and Matt, slowly moved in closer to the stubborn woman as Brooklyn once again took the podium and spoke the final words of the ceremony. Elisa stayed on her feet until the end. It wasn't until everyone had begun to exit the room, that she finally passed out.

An hour later…..

"Is she going to be alright?" Angela asked Brooklyn worriedly as she watched Elisa limp into the room. Her collapse had only last a brief minute before she came too in Matt's arms. There had been a small pool of blood at her feet, and the doctor had been summoned immediately.

"No, but she's too damn stubborn to accept that," Brooklyn sighed. "She pulled some of the stitches in her leg…again. She bullied him into fixing her back up so she can finish the night out."

"And you all thought I was insane," Demona said dryly as she watched the human woman limp over to a table and sink into an empty chair. "In the best interests of your guest's health and well being, I would discreetly keep those reporters off Elisa," she said casually as she observed two of the three media guests honing in on the detective.

"Right," Brooklyn sighed. "Hudson?" he asked nodding towards the woman that had been chosen on his account.

"I'd be happy to lad," he chuckled as he moved to intercept the CNN anchor.

As the rest of the Clan dispersed, Angela looked over at her mother. "Mother….there is something…different with Elisa."

"In what way Angela?"

"Her scent is different," Helena answered as she came up to the two, drink in hand.

Demona frowned. "How would you know?"

"I'm not completely human. Something about being a Fae-hybrid mix according to Elisa. Anyway, among other things I have an extremely heightened sense of smell, and her scent has changed." The brunette looked over at Demona, who was watching her warily. "Is such a thing possible?"

"Normally, I'd be inclined to say no. But then we do not live in a world of normality and both she, Goliath and myself have been a favorite plaything for a number of the Fae over the years," she answered irritated.

"Is what possible?"

"Elisa's pregnant," Helena and Demona answered in quiet unison.

"What!" the younger gargoyle gasped drawing several curious looks.

"I don't think this is something that should be discussed here or now. Sufficed to say, Elisa knows nothing about it, and I do not believe she is ready for such knowledge yet. It would be best if we do not speak of this until after she has come to the realization that she is carrying his child. Angela, you would do well to quietly inform the Clan to not say anything about it either, considering it won't be long before they realize it as well."

"Yes mother."

"You think someone should say something to her mom?" Helena asked in a hushed voice, knowing the two gargoyles would be able to hear her clearly.

Angela shook her head. "I don't know if it would be wise to bring her family into this just yet."

"Mum's the word then," Helena replied as she caught her father's gesture for her to join him. "Sorry ladies, I've got a reputation to build it seems."

"Hudson, is it really true that you were all frozen in your sleep for a thousand years by a spell? I mean that seems a bit far-fetched doesn't it?"

"Aye lass, and a few years ago ye probably would have said the same thing about gargoyles turnin' into flesh an' blood each night," he chuckled.

The reporter grinned. "You do have a point. So what was it like when you woke up that night."

"Amazing an' frightening all at once. The air was filled with a noise unlike anything we had every heard before, the smell was overpowering to say the least, an' the lights that surrounded us were as breathtaking as the stars in the heavens. 'Twas a difficult year that first one… tryin' to make heads an tails of who were our friends an' who were our enemies. Elisa has been a true friend to us all these years though, an' there's no doubt in my mind tha' we all owe her our lives many times over."

"She has been linked to your sightings on many occasions. I don't think it would be a stretch for me to assume that she has become a close friend to your Clan?"

"Nae lass. Elisa be more than a friend tae us….she is Clan."

"A human?"

"Clan is family. An' we take that in whatever form ye may be. She may be human, but she has the heart o' a gargoyle. I think she, more than any of us, feels Goliath's death the hardest, because it is in her nature to protect as well. Goliath became one o' her closest friends, and the lass watched him die that night. So as Clan elder, I would respectfully ask that ye leave the lass in peace tonight."

The anchorwoman nodded, and smiled at the elder gargoyle. "I've had my eyes open to a lot of things here tonight Hudson, and there is plenty for me write about without disturbing Detective Maza. I appreciate your forwardness and honesty about the matter."

"And I thank ye for your consideration lass."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you... not unless you want your recorder kept in one piece and out of any orafices," a voice chuckled from behind the nervous looking young man as he inched towards the grim looking detective.

"Jesus!" he gasped as he turned to see the crimson Clan Leader leaning casually against a pillar next to him. "Mr. Xanatos said we could speak with anyone-"

"As long as they want to talk to you. Trust me, Elisa hates the press, and right now you'd be taking your life into your hands if you went up to her."

"You're joking right?" he chuckled nervously.

Brooklyn just smiled at him. "Oh…umm well I guess I should thank you then. I'm kinda new at this and still trying to get a feel for things you know. I mean, Nicole freaked when Mr. X invited me up here instead of her."

"St. John doesn't care about anyone else but herself and her career. That's why she was left down in the street with the rest of the sharks," Brooklyn remarked with more than a little bitterness in his tone. "By the way, when people ask you why you were chosen over her, you tell them I said that. We spend night after night out there risking our necks to help people, and we get little to no credit or recognition for that. And you know what? We don't care, because it's what we do. People like her have tried to twist who and what we are in the past, all in the name of a good story and with little regard to the harm or danger she has put us in. Learn from tonight's experience my friend- don't let yourself become as self-centered as she is because it will get you more enemies than friends."

The young man nodded. "I won't…and thank you for the opportunity Brooklyn. I promise I won't let you down. People in this city are going to see just how much of a difference you have made. After tonight, I'll never again take my life or my skills for granted."

Brooklyn smiled and nodded at the young man. "Good."

"Director I'm a bit surprised to see you here tonight," the U. N. Secretary-General commented as he snagged a passing server for a glass of champagne.

"Are you really that surprised?"

The UN delegate chuckled slightly and then shook his head. "No, I guess not. Tell me, I'm sure your Bureau has been conducting a thorough investigation on the gargoyles has it not?"

"Yes, we have been working to ascertain over the years if they would be a threat to national security."

"I have had a number of the other UN delegates approach me about this matter since there are more clans coming into the public spotlight around the globe. Would you care to discuss any details about the findings of your investigations?"

The Director shrugged, knowing he would be giving this report to the UN at some point or another. "The gargoyles are not a threat to the nation or to humanity in general. As one of my Agents so succinctly put it this afternoon, they are not the problem- we are. I'm sure you are aware of the fact that there are going to be some large legal sessions within the US regarding the status of the various clans living within our borders. I suggest you discreetly form a committee within the UN to start handling this on a worldwide scale."

"We are already in the midst of doing just that. I'm sure once your country has set a precedence as to their co-existence with humans, other countries will quickly follow."

"I have to say, it's a bit exciting to be here right now…to witness this."

"Indeed. It is not often that one such as yourself has the chance to witness the beginnings of a treaty."

"My job is all about stopping the bad guys. It's a nice change to be able to sit back for once and simply watch people interact."

"Simply watch?"

The Director chuckled. "And perhaps observe a few people in particular," he admitted with a pointed look in Dracon's direction.

"Would you care for a drink Ms. Demona?"

"No I-" Demona frowned and looked at the elderly butler before her eyes widened. "Alfred?"

"Time has been far kinder to you than it has been to me Ms. Demona. Detective Maza told us a great deal about the Clan during her stay with us. I was relieved to hear that you had finally found your family."

Demona's expression darkened and she snagged the drink from his tray and tossed it back in one quick gulp. "My life has been a series of disasters Alfred. Just when things start going well, something terrible happens to tear my life apart…like this."

Alfred handed her another drink, a kind smile on his face. "We are stronger than we give ourselves credit for Miss Demona. I have no doubt that both you and Detective Maza will climb back onto your feet once the dust settles."

His words triggered an old memory and her eyebrows drew together as she dwelled on it for a minute. "One can only hope," she muttered to him, before she turned and headed over to a quiet corner to think.

"You are the one known as Tony Dracon correct?"

Dracon eyed the woman in front of him a bit warily. "Yeah that's me. That was some parlor trick you pulled back there by the way."

"Child's play really. But I have a message for you."

"For me? From who?" he asked, wondering who on earth would he knew, that would relay a message through her.

"One of my servants brought back a message for you as he led Goliath into the next realm. He said to keep an eye on her, and that if you dare lay a finger on her, he would haunt you for he rest of your days."

Dracon blinked, and then laughed heartily for a minute. "He really said that huh?" he chuckled finally.

"He did indeed. And Anubis was under the impression that he was gravely serious about that."

"I'm sure he was."

"Tom I'd like you to meet my daughter, Helena Kyle."

Helena shook the older man's hand politely. "Ms. Kyle a pleasure to meet you. Tell me, would you by chance be the daughter of Selina Kyle then?"

Helena inclined her head. "Yeah. I'm sure you know that she and my dad had a thing going on there for awhile. I was the surprise result of that, but by then she had moved to Paris."

"I never heard mention of you having a daughter Bruce."

"I didn't know about Helena until shortly before I left. Selina thought it would be best that way, and I was never one to argue with her judgement- especially on matter such as these."

"Well I have to say that this evening has been full of surprises. Not only do I find myself here, but in the presence of a man thought dead and the daughter none of us knew about. You realize I'm going to be going stir crazy this whole weekend."

"I know, but your discretion in the matter would be appreciated until we can make a full statement to the press on Monday."

"Do you think it would be possible to do an interview with both of you once you've gotten situated back in New Gotham?"

"I'd be happy to, but Helena is just getting her feet wet-"

"If you promise to go easy on me I might agree as well," Helena added, seeing her father's hesitation at committing her to public appearances already.

"I think I could do that for a first-timer. So if you don't mind me asking, how is it that all of you know the gargoyles?"

Father and daughter shared a look. "Mutual friends. Reese is Helena's boyfriend and he was the detective who worked with Detective Maza."

"I work in bar, so I hear a lot of stuff, and I've become an un-official contact for information for him. When all this was going down he realized he would need the help of people he knew he could trust. Barbara's dad was the ex-Commissioner and Dick is a detective up in Bludhaven, so we were able to set him up with a few people who could help out."

Brokaw looked at the two and chuckled. "That's all I'm going to get isn't it?"

"Yeap," Helena answered, with a playful grin of her own.

"So there are only four left in your Clan?"

"That is correct sir."

"And that's all that's left to help protect the rainforests?"

Obsidiana nodded, watching the distraught look that crossed the Secretary's face. "Obsidiana, would it be possible for you to travel to the US again in the near future to tell the things you just told me, to those who make the laws for our country? Perhaps when your story is made public, we can put more pressure on other governments to stop projects that threaten the existence of our natural resources."

"We are so few, sir. Zafiro almost did not allow me to travel, and I doubt he would agree to such a thing again in the near future," she told him regretfully.

"What if I could see to it that someone could replace you while you were gone?"

Obsidiana considered this. She wasn't sure how he could manage it since he had never met a gargoyle before tonight, but she nodded. "Perhaps, if a someone were to help the Clan while I was away, it could be possible."

"I'll speak with Brooklyn soon about this matter then."

"Hey aren't you supposed to be in bed or something?"

"I promised to be a good patient after tonight, but I had to be here," Elisa answered quietly as her sister sat across from her. "Thanks by the way."

Beth Maza smiled at her older sister. "You were looking pretty freaked out."

Elisa actually chuckled a bit. Her sister always had a knack for getting a laugh out of her- even when she didn't feel like it. "I was. I- it's just…"

"Hey," Beth said gently as she put her hand over Elisa's. "It's ok sis. You don't have to explain anything to me, I understand. Just don't leave mom and dad hanging for too long ok? Derek can go stuff his attitude where the sun don't shine, but our parents are really worried about you."

"I know," Elisa sighed. Then she grinned conspiratorially. "Derek was pretty pissed that day wasn't he?"

"He hasn't been back to the castle since," Beth giggled.

"Do you know what the first thing he said to me after I woke up? He actually had the nerve to tell me that as soon as I was feeling better I could be moved to the infirmary they have set up in the Labyrinth!"

"He did!"

"I mean I know Xanatos screwed him up, but give it a rest already. And Demona has made some huge changes….not to mention she stopped me from killing Canmore in cold blood," Elisa added quietly.

"Well if you ask me, the guy had it coming," Beth muttered supportively. "So what are your plans for the near future?"

"I have no idea. Running off to some tropical island where no one knows me is sounding pretty good right now though."

"Well if you do that, can I stow away in your luggage?"

"Are you a ninja?" Alex asked the massive gargoyle that had allowed him to perch on his shoulder.

Kai laughed. "No youngling, I am not a ninja. All of our Clan have studied the ways of the Samurai, but we are guided by the code of the Bushido."

"What's that?"

"It is a combination of ideas and religion that creates a warrior's code in which we live by."

Alex thought about that for a minute. "You mean like the story of Arthur and his Knights of the round table? They had a code."

Kai chuckled. "Very good youngling. You have a brilliant child Mr. Xanatos."

Xanatos smiled as he reached over to pluck his son off of his guest's shoulder. "Which is not always a good thing," he grinned. "Alex what have I told you about climbing on our guests?"

"But dad-"

"It is quite alright," Kai interrupted. "He was trying to find Owen and couldn't see through the crowd, so I offered him a higher perch."

"Well young man it looks like you're off the hook this time," Xanatos told his son in mock seriousness.

Alex giggled and then wriggled free of his father's grasp as he finally spotted Owen. Kai and Xanatos grinned after the boy. "I must thank you for your hospitality. Your generosity has been greatly appreciated, and I believe all in attendance would agree with me on that."

"It was my pleasure Kai. Brooklyn is hoping to hold a conference in the coming months with the Leaders of any Clans who come forward. I look forward to hosting all of you then."

"Yes, he spoke to me briefly about that among other things. It is an event I look forward to as well."

As the evening wore on, Demona kept a discreet eye on Elisa as she finally spoke with a few of the guests. Although her coloring was still pale from her collapse earlier, she at least looked better than she did last week. And she had been smart enough to stay seated for most of the time. Demona pondered once again the epiphany she'd had last week, after Angela had finally confided in her what Elisa had said that had upset her so greatly. Demona had stormed down to the detective's room, ready to rip the door from it's hinges and beat some sense into the human.

But as her hand touched the latch, she had frozen. Her mind had gone numb as the reality of what she was about to do- what she wanted to do- sank in. Once again she had fled the castle, her first instinct to drink away the repulsive and ludicrous revelation that had sprung into her mind.

She was just tired and distraught. There was no way that whatever Elisa said or felt, actually mattered to her. This had been the chance she had been waiting for. Let the human cower away.

But after the third tumbler of scotch, she'd realized that the her mind wasn't getting any clearer, and if anything, she was more upset by what Elisa had said. The next morning, hung-over, in pain from her transformation, and exhausted, she finally confronted her worst fears. She had actually begun to start caring for humans again. Well, at least one human.

She had passed out after admitting that, too tired to think any further as to how or why that had happened. But when she woke up, hours later, with Goliath's words ringing in her mind, she understood. She and Elisa were kindred spirits. They were perhaps at opposite ends of the spectrum, but they were bound by the same sense of purpose and determination. Demona's anger had skewed her perception of what it meant to protect the gargoyle race, but Elisa had been no less determined to do the same.

They had loved Goliath as their mate, and they had both loved Angela as a daughter. They had shared many common enemies, they were both warriors true and proud, and they had both been delivered a crippling blow in their life.

Elisa had silently been there for her these past few years, by encouraging Angela to visit her. Elisa had been the catalyst for the changes in her life. Changes that had come reluctantly at first, yes, but now she wouldn't trade her daughter's love and trust for the world. Elisa had become a friend, without her even knowing it. A true friend, had been a rare occurrence for her throughout the centuries, she wasn't about to let Elisa, or herself, down now.

Bruce Wayne had been talking with Elisa for several minutes, and Demona smirked a bit as she noticed his troubled glances in her direction from time to time.

The man was being driven insane with the fact that he knew her, but he couldn't quite place how. After their brief conversation, the billionaire stood and left Elisa in peace. On his way past her, she gave him her best smirk. He frowned deeply and she merely chuckled.

Elisa had climbed to her feet by now, and was hobbling towards the balcony doors. Demona followed her at a discreet distance, snagging a glass of juice from a passing server even as she snagged a cocktail that had been bound for another guest.

She silently joined Elisa outside, and when the detective looked over at her, she shrugged. "I needed some air."

"Tell me about it," Elisa muttered as she lifted the glass to her lips. Demona reached over and replaced it with the juice in her own hand, and then swiftly downed the contents of Elisa's stolen drink with a grimace.

"What the hell?" Elisa yelled at her, angry.

Demona coughed slightly. "You should thank me," she grumbled. "Either Xanatos has bad bartenders, or someone has poor taste in drinks. Besides, aren't you on pain pills?"

"Don't you start on me now too," Elisa groaned.

"Very well. Order a few drinks and pass out in front of everyone again. I don't care if you humiliate yourself," Demona shrugged turning to look out over the city below.

Elisa went silent, and Demona glanced over after a couple of minutes to see her staring down at the city vacantly. She looked away, gathering her resolve and then looked back over at the human. "Did you really mean what you said back there, or was that just for show?" she asked, her voice not quite as strong as she had wanted it to be.

Elisa's head snapped around, anger and hurt in her face. "How could you think that?" she breathed. "Damnit Demona, after everything that has happened, how could you say something like that to me? You were there!"

Demona looked away, relief flooding through her body and calming the last of her fears. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "But after being betrayed so many times, I had to be sure."

"Sure of what?" Elisa asked, confused.

"Detective, I'm sure you are aware that it has been a very long time since I have trusted a human, let alone befriend one. When Goliath died, he made it clear that he wanted more than for the two of us to simply stop being enemies. I wasn't lying the other night when I told you that you were the reason I began to change.

"Yes, I will admit that part of that was done out of spite. But a larger part of that was because I wanted to prove to myself that I wasn't beyond hope either. I understand your pain Elisa. Trust me when I tell you that no one else understands what you are going through better than myself. I had a millennia to perfect my anger and hatred, and yet it brought me nothing but more heartache and grief."

Elisa looked away from her, jaw tightening as she tried to clamp down on her emotions. But Demona shifted forward, and gently forced Elisa's face back around with a talon under her chin. "I won't back down on this Elisa. I owe it to everyone, but most especially to you and to him, to keep you from going down the same path I did. Believe me, lately, there have been plenty of times where slipping back into that world of detachment would have been so easy."

A choked sob escaped past Elisa's lips. "It just hurts so damn much. Everyone keeps saying it will get better with time, but right now I can't see that."

"I know," Demona soothed, as her talon left Elisa's chin and moved to her shoulders. "That's why you need to rely on the rest of us for now. You've carried the weight of the Clan and the world on your shoulders for all these years Elisa. Let someone else bare it for awhile until you get your feet back under you."

"Why are you saying this to me now?" she cried, her thin frame trembling.

"Because you've been there for me these past few years- I just didn't see it," Demona admitted, her wings closing around Elisa as the human sank into her, sobbing uncontrollably now. She had used her tail to push the doors closed, giving them a measure of privacy, but she still noticed a few surprised looks from several that had been watching the two. Most notable amongst them were Elisa's family, but Demona could have cared less about what they thought, as her own grief swelled. Bending her head down into the circle of her wings, the immortal shared a few minutes of grief with the human that had given her a fresh start, before the cold finally dictated that they move back inside.