Epilogue
Finished: March 2, 2014
Three Years Later
Hand in hand, Zoё walked with Luke and her daughter Artemis to his grave. Her husband's grave. Her lover's grave. Her significant other's grave.
"I don't think he's still dead," Artemis said softly.
Zoё put an arm around her daughter. "No, he's not," she sighed.
"I never told him how much I loved him."
"He's watching," Luke said. "He knows."
"How?" Artemis looked up at Luke, tears in her eyes.
"Lord Chaos told me about death once." Artemis was not satisfied. Luke continued. "He said that once one of his soldiers die, they leave an impression on the world some way or another. Their physical selves roam the ground, invisible to one's eyes, and their mental selves become stars, aiding those who are lost or in need."
Artemis sniffed. "I love you, dad."
"We all do."
Zoё knelt in the overgrown grass and brushed the dust off of her husband's headstone. "Your presence is everywhere, Aion. No one will cease to remember you. The soldiers, the gods, no one." She blinked away the tears from her eyes. "W-we all love you. Me, and Artemis, and Luke, and Lord Chaos... You were our family. And we loved you."
She read his name one more time, engraved with delicate letters on the ebony stone, glittering in the light. She stood up and stepped back. Luke placed the silver knives that had once belonged to Aion at the head of the grave.
Zoё thought then she saw a figure, out of the corner of her eyes, donned in assassin's clothes, silver knives at his sides. He was standing at the foot of his own grave, her husband. He smiled as he caught her gaze. Zoё smiled back. Okay. He was okay.
"You won't ever be Forgotten."