Dorothea raced back to the room where all of this had started. The room where thirteen years ago, they had destroyed Nix. The room where he came back and took his revenge. His cultists were all dead now. He had become powerful…a demon from Hell. Racing in, scared out of her mind she froze.

Philip stood there.

For a brief second she remembered when he was nineteen, standing in the same exact spot. He stood there, terrified facing Nix. His eyes wide. Dorothea then remembered everything…all the things that made her fall in love with him. All of the pain and time was gone. She loved this man. He looked at her, his eyes sad. Dorothea then saw the flicker inside them.

"Wait... you still feel something for that bitch?"

Nix roared. Swann kept looking at Dorothea, remembering when she was just a child.

"Yes…"

"Will! You! Never! Learn!?"

Dorothea watched as Swann was thrown against the wall, being held back by Nix's force. Just then…she watched as he screamed in pain. His bones breaking, his head bleeding.

"She's just flesh, Swannnie-boy. I'll show you!"

Nix moved forward to Dorothea, backing her up against the hole that lead to Hell. Slowly his skin began to change. Black ooze dripping from him.

"Come on, child. I want Swann to see you die!"

Nix's body began to turn into some creature from hell. Hissing, it's long dripping black arms reached for her as she screamed.

Seconds later, D'Amour flew through the air, pushing Nix into the hole. Screams were heard as he fell into the darkness.

Silence.

Dorothea helped D' Amour up before seeing Swann laying against the wall…dying.

"No…"

She whispered running over to him. Knelling by her side, she gathered him up in her arms as he cried. She knew the pain was killing him. Feeling him shake, she tried to sooth him as she rocked back and forth. He was the reason they lived. Holding him, she wanted so badly to tell him how sorry she was. How much she loved him and not to leave him. Looking down at his pale face, she saw tears roll down his eyes.

"Shhh…"

Holding him, she cried before she felt him shake one final time.

Seeing his eyes close…she knew it was finished.

"No…"

D'Amour then grabbed her arm.

"Come on…"

Just then a terrible shaking came through the ground. Laying him down, she ran with him and out into the early dawn.

Moments later there was silence, she knew it was finally finished.

Standing there as the sun slowly began coming up, she held onto D'Amour's hand. There was a peaceful sense in the air. The sky looked beautiful as they stood together. Softy the wind blew as Dorothea felt tears roll down her eyes.

"Flesh is a trap…and magic sets us free."

D'Amour held onto her hand.

"Come on…let's go."

Walking together as the sun went up, Dorothea knew even though it was over with. Her one true love was finally one. All of this had been to protect her. And now here she was…wishing she was dead.

Once they got into one of the cars, they began driving. D'Amour's face bleeding. Dorothea sat there, looking out the window as more tears fell.

"Philip…"

She softly said.