Epilogue:
It's been four years since Angel ate the pomegranate, two weeks after we discovered Angel was pregnant. A shock to me since I never even thought of having children. Hell, I never even thought to fall in love.
Nine months later Azzael and Azura was born. Azzael is an hour and six minutes older then his baby sister. He never fails to mention that to Azura, who thinks that she is younger, deserves to get everything she wants.
At night, when the twins are sleeping and I hold my beautiful Angel close to me, I whisper to her all the things why I love her and that I am thankful that she gave me two beautiful (though they are terrors at the age of three, Angel claims it is normal for them to be well a pain in the nexk but I don't know…) children.
Both have Angel's chocolate-colored hair but it is pin straight like mine. Also, they both have my silver eyes, they may share the same looks but both have the two most different personalities.
Azzael is quiet and serious, taking pride in what he does. He loves to watch my soldiers practice their fighting. Angel says three is too young to learn how to wield swords and weapons especially that they are not normal weapons, but I want Azzael to learn if it is what he wants then he should get it.
Azura is the opposite she's loud, demanding, adventurous, and curious about everything. Sometimes a little too curious, she already wants to go out to earth to the places she sees in her picture books. Angel insists that they both have those books; because they were the ones she grew up with. I told Azura that she won't be allowed to venture to Earth till she is much, much older. She smiles at me and goes off to something else reminding me of a tornado on Earth whirling around and rushing to one thing to the next.
As I look at my children and Angel, in my heart, I know I have found family heart and home.
Finally, after millions and millions of years, before there was such thing as time, I have found my redemption at last.