Ugh. Wow. Glad this is over. Not my favorite, not my favorite by far, but I got so many reviews :D, I felt it needed an ending. So here is the final chapter. After this, I have one more story in mind, kind of a 'what if?' thing, but with a bit of a creepy 'I-know-what-you-did-last-summer' twist. So. Enjoy! (By the way in case your head is a piece of wood, the chapter titles are a measure of how much time had past since end of Ptolmeys Gate explosion)

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NATHANIEL OF LONDON:

The room filled with a chilling ice. The mothy curtains covering the window became crystalline with the frost as the candles surrounding the pentacle blew out with finality, only a small whirling smoke twirling upwards marking that they had ever been there. The magicians trembled ever so slightly as a rumbling came from the pentacle, a deep, wordless bass.

In the center of the drawing on the floor came a creeping fog, like smoke over a water, consuming all light that touched each tendril. The lead magician swallowed heavily.

"Demon!" He called out. "I charge you reveal your name to me!" From the pentacle, tendrils of dark began to search around the edge of the heavily charmed pentacle, searching.

"You know my name." A voice like hail in the blackest night came from the vortex of the blackness from which the tentacles came. "What is your buisiness with me? Give me my charge and then be done." The voice echoed and boomed.

"Wretched demon, you shall show respect to y-your masters..." The magician tried. The blackness seemed highly unimpressed. "You shall...shall, destroy the stronghold of your masters enemies, the magicians of Tungluk!" He cried, trying to be dramatic. "It is them, in the stronghold of their Capital, you shall obliterate withholding any mercy!" In a shaking voice, he spoke the last words of confinement.

"So you wish to use me as your pawn and cast me back to my home." The tentacles of darkness swirled upward into a shape like a cocoon as the pentacle dissapated. The blackness opened and a girl of surprising wearing a simply black, floor length dress stepped out with grace in her every movement, her dress seemingly connected to the darkness on the floor.

The magician was a little astounded. The girl was tall, slender; her body not overdone or too curvy in any place, and her hair was dark as were her eyes, which twinkled with something mysterious and alluring.

"I have seen heroes rise, and empires fall. I have seen power and majesty that not even I could control." She continued. "I have no time for your petty, bloody conflicts of war, especially." She smirked. "With magicians who cannot bind me." Raising a hand, the perimeter of the room froze, ice upon walls. With another jerk the walls and ceiling shattered, crashing to the ground with smoke and dust.

"Demon!" The magician said, trembling like a leaf in the wind. "I command you-"

"I am no demon." The girl said, standing calmly in the midst of the wreckage. "I am Nathaniel."

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BARTIMAEUS:

"Will he be back soon?"

"From the looks of those circles those halfwits drew, I'd say yes." I said, floating lazily amoung the other essences surrounding and melding with my own. "I must say, that entrance was a step up from the whole slime thing...he's gotten some style." Wonder who he picked that up from...

"I worry when he leaves. You know I do."

"Yes. I know." I rolled my eyes. "Good thing it only happens once in a moron spawning decade or so." I said, taking the Egyptians boy's form and rolling lazily onto my back.

"I'm sorry I'm so antsy...Its just-"

"This time I think it was Asian," I said, effectively ignoring her (It was for her own good, don't look at me like that). "Who knows how many pretentious idiots there are-oh there he is." The Other Place trembled a bit as the large essence melded into the chaos once again. (Dramatic entrance...again. Show off.)

"That was a total let down." The boy's (Age before beauty now...) essence swirled with dissapointment.

"Hey, I'm just sad you didn't eat one." I replied. "And that entrance, could you have tried to be any more tacky?!" I said. "I would have gone the fire route, much more subtle and refined," I sniffed. But he wasn't listening. The girl and him swirled like swans, their essences intertwining and undoing like two ribbons. (Gag.)

"Kitty!" He said happily, as they stopped and became recognizable shapes. Certainly her prescence here had (and still is, but what can we really do about that now?) been a bad idea, but she had been hell bent on this. And so had he, which sort of quieted the whole 'Lets-not-piss-off-the-huge-guy', demographic pretty quickly.

I myself found it pretty corny and gag-worthy (as previously stated), but hey, whatever works. And the girl wasn't that bad. For a human. She had adjusted more quickly than he had, and was just as comfortable like a fish in water. A weird fish that no longer felt the need for a body.

But they were in love, and who needs these cumbersome little things like a 'body' and 'time' when you can have each other; love; and happiness, and for forever? Then again, it were exactly those things that did last forever.

Now excuse me while I go barf. Forever.

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Okay not the greatest ending, like I had envisioned, but I kind of wanted it to wrap up this way: contemplating time and love and those kinds of things....or just be cutesy. Eh, whatever floats your boat. R & R appreciated. Way two mani speeling errrors...i so sry.