A few days later I sat in my car with my father at the airport. We just sat in silence. Watching the planes land and take off. We then silently got out of the car. A private jet was waiting to take him back to Los Angeles. It had been a solemn few days. The joy of having Tristan had been darkened with Isaiah's death. I felt the guilt. It was my fault.

My father walked towards the jet. I opened the trunk. A steward picked up my father's luggage. He started to pick up another object but I insisted. It was black enamel with pure gold inlay. An inscription etched up it. Isaiah Morningstar. MY father looked at it as I walked up to him.

We stood in silence. I handed the urn to him. Our hands met. We looked each other in the eyes. He took a deep breath. "Thank you." He practically whispered. "You showed him love."

I let go of the urn and he cradled it in his arms. We hugged each other for what seemed forever. "I love you, Daddy."

He nodded. "I know." He whispered. We pulled back from each other. "You cherish that son of yours. The way I cherish you." His voice was low and full of sadness.

Tear welled up in my eyes. We hugged again.

A man walked up to us. "We are ready to get going."

My father turned to him. "I'll be right there." The man walked away. "Goodbye Persephone." He turned and walked towards the waiting jet. The urn tucked safely in his arms.

I watched as he climbed onto the plane. He looked back at me. I waved. He smiled. But it was a sad smile. Full of grief and pain. He had come to New York to celebrate the birth of his grandson. He had found his son. And then lost him. He then disappeared onto the jet.

I stood there while it pulled away and then watched it take off. Then I walked back to my car.

I found myself sitting on a rock in Central Park. I was facing the lake. People were paddling by in boats. Ducks circled around them. I spied a red squirrel eating a nut on a nearby tree. In my hands I had a photo of Isaiah with our father and me. We were the picture of family happiness. They looked so happy.

I heard a twig snap. I glanced over to Malachi. He was in his hippy outfit today. His old jeans with a plaid shirt and his hair pulled back. His eyes were his eyes. He stood there next to me in silence. I really didn't want to say anything to him.

He took a breath. "He forgives you." He started. "You disobeyed a direct command. Your heart was in the right place."

I just stared at the lake. "Is that all?" I said quietly.

"I know you are angry at Him. You have every right. But He told you that He would call upon you. I know you wanted to help Isaiah."

I cringed at the mention of my brother's name. Malachi took note.

"He was beyond help."

"I could have saved him"

"I know. You have to understand. There is a balance to keep. We have to keep the Divine separate from Humanity. The pairing of Angels and humans was forbidden for a reason. Humanity cannot handle that kind of power. You straddle a line between the two worlds. Some of can maintain it. Like you."

I took a deep breath as I listened to the angel. I didn't look at him. I just watched the squirrel.

"The ones who can't have to be taken care of."

I turned to the angel. "Why didn't we find him sooner? I could have kept him from- "I shook my head. "Whatever. If he had someone to guide him."

"I know. There are others, you know."

"Well, then if they need help. Send them to me. I will keep them from going over the edge. I will show them love."

The angel smiled. "I will do that. He will remember this. You put the needs of others before yourself. That is why you aren't dead. You came close to being the one he took out. He will allow you another chance to prove yourself. He will forgive this lapse."

I shuddered. I was saved. I still had my powers. I wasn't going to die. At least not now. I turned to the angel. His eyes turned to the glowing blue again.

"DO NOT DISOBEY ME AGAIN." His voice thundered around me. I started to tremble and then the angel was gone. I was left there with my thoughts and photo.

I returned home. As I opened the front door I heard voices coming from the living room. Hank was sitting on the recliner. Nestled in his arms was my baby. My husband sat on the couch next to his mother. Sally stood up as I entered the room. Tears in her eyes.

"I am so sorry, Persephone." She held out her arms.

I hesitated. I looked around at them. Bryan got up and walked over to me. "Persi, they came to talk." I could see the hope in his eyes. I glanced at Hank. He looked the picture of happy holding his grandson. The same joy my own father had.

I glanced down at the picture in my hand. I had to take a step to forgive them. If He could forgive me. We needed the family unity. Bryan deserved to have his parents in his life.

"We had nothing to do with Pastor Gordon's plan." Sally cried. I reached out my arms and hugged her.

"I know." I stood there holding my mother-in-law. When we pulled away I smiled at Hank. He returned the smile. "Hank, would you like a beer?"

Author's Note: I know a few of me would like to skewer me for that ending. First Isaiah dies. Then Persephone forgives her in-laws. I am happy with it. I hope some of you are too. I have more ideas to write about. More stories involving Persephone and Lucifer and the whole gang.