Kaiden grabbed Milokan before the angel's face landed in the mud. The energy was too much for him and most of the other prodigies. "Milo?" Kaiden said, holding his chin and tapping his cheek. The angel opened his eyes. They returned to their usual green, brighter than healthy grass; opposite to the ground they stood on. "Come here." The demon picked him up, and Milokan wrapped legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. "You did so well."

"So did you," Milokan mumbled, struggling to keep his eyes open. Maybe that was for the best. He didn't want to see the bodies covering the field. With a sigh of relief, he exposed his wings and stretched them. No demons were around to grab them. The fact that no demons were around apart from Kaiden, Phoenix, and his mother, worried his soulmate. Milokan felt Kaiden's body tensing.

"My mother!" Kaiden looked around for his father. Jeronah was nowhere in sight. "They must have run when the other demons were dying."

"Go find them. I shall curl up in a tree and rest."

Kaiden looked down to his barely conscious mate with a small smile. "We're not separating. You're sleeping in my arms, nowhere else." With a flap of the demon's golden wings, he flew off to find his parents, leaving two big footprints in the mud.

Hunter was still holding Jacota, despite his mate rapidly gaining his strength back. "Jay?"

Jacota glued his face to Hunter's shoulder, inhaling heavy breaths of his scent to help himself heal. "I'm okay," he said quietly. "We're okay."

Flora's smile was the only thing Hunter could think about, and every time his grandparents invaded his head, a peice of him died with them. He would never be able to make new memories. The ones inside his head were the last ones, and he will cherish them forever.

Jacota waited a minute more before lifting his head and braving the views of the Rayson's field. He didn't like the quiet stillness. The dead were silent, and not a lot of beings made it through the night. It was expected for more angels to survive. They were stronger than werewolves and demons, and skilled fighters.

The God of lightning found his father and William, then he relaxed. Apart from Hunter, they were the people who meant the most to him. He then searched for Anthony who was next to Margo, who sat by Flora and Alfred's bodies. Hunter's mother looked a mess, and Jacota could feel his mate slipping into the same breakdown.

"You should be with your parents." Sorrow flicked Jacota's heart. Hunter not only looked destroyed emotionally; his eyes were painful to see. they were empty and lifeless, resentful and lost, mournful and raged. his face was caped in mud. Dried blood covered the left side of his forehead from a head wound. A puffed up bruise sat under his eye, collecting the pooling blood. He had various wounds all over his body. "You need to be healed-"

"No," Hunter said. Even his voice sounded tired. "I need to feel the pain. It's only fair."

Before Jacota could respond, Hunter kissed his head and pulled away, walking through the mud, stepping over bodies like he was a lost child, scared and confused.

Hunter saw Sam and aimed for a familiar face. Before making his presence clear, Sam sloshed through the mud and threw himself into him. "That was amazing! That bolt thing! Wow! Is Jacota okay? I bet that took a lot of his powers." Sam squeezed him tighter than his parents ever had.

Hunter's lips trembled when he tried to smile. He could count on Sam to somewhat cheer him up. "Jay's fine. W-We're all fine." He heard the despair in his own voice because not everyone was okay. Not his grandparents, Veronica, Nathan or Kayla. He thought he was prepared for death, but like Alfred said, nobody could ever be ready.

Sam pulled back, seeing what Jacota saw in Hunter's eyes. He wrapped a friendly arm around his shoulders and they walked together to the house. They had to be with Flora and Alfred. Hunter had to mourn properly, now that they were no longer fighting for their lives.

Jacota was embraced by his father, then William with his vibrant red tattoos.

"I'm so happy my boys are safe!" Scott beamed and hugged his sons at the same time. "You both were so brave tonight!" He didn't dare to mention William killing Grace, even though he wanted to congratulate him on using the blade in his walking stick. William killed to protect himself, but killing his mother would not sit well with him for a while, even if she was better off dead.

"Love you, dad," they said together, thankful to live another day.

Angelette, with a calm face and pristine clothing, appeared next to the family without making a single sound. William jumped, almost slipping on the wet dirt. "Jacota Jones. Despite the death of many, you saved our home and defeated the biggest war I have ever lived through, so saying thank you does not feel like enough. I will grant you with anything your heart desires."

William raised his eyebrows. "Like a wish?"

Angelette examined his red markings with a faint smile, but Jacota, as usual, felt too modest.

"I couldn't have done it without the others-"

"Jacota, I cannot grant everyone with a desire. You are the most deserving. I have watched you grow as a person and as one of the Gods. You have remarkable passion, talent, and strength." Angelette watched his cheeks burn red. Naturally, Jacota found compliments awkward. "So, what would you like?"

Jacota remembered Oliver telling him how his son Rayvon and Rayvon's soulmate Luka were given a wish each after they defeated the demons in the last war, six thousand years ago. Luka wished for Corey's parents to come back from the dead, and Rayvon wished for Vinny's sister to be alive again. Jacota knew his wish could be more than just a lifetime's supply of pizza.

At the house, he saw Hunter and his family mourning Flora and Alfred's death. He could bring them back to life, but he thought of his dad and how he had been alone for thousands of years while everyone around him had lifetime mates. Scott had now lost his oldest friend Flora, and his best friend, Veronica. He didn't want his father's soul to be alone anymore.

Jacota guided Angelette away so he could speak to her privately.

Meanwhile, the angels and werewolves who survived the battle worked as a team to separate the bodies. The angels would take their fallen to heaven where their souls were waiting for new vessels. Werewolves would contact the families of the deceased and let them remove the bodies to arrange funerals.

Vinny was reunited with his parents. He hugged Duke and Madison which was a sporadic occurrence. They cherished his embrace while Vinny was sentimental enough to show how much he loved them.

"Thank you so much for staying in the house," the vampire said. "It was rough out there."

"Thank you for staying alive," Duke chuckled, edging around his emotions with humour.

Oliver reunited with his father and Jed, hugging them until John had to peel his son's arms off him, so he could breathe.

"We've lived through yet another war, and we are blessed to live another day," John beamed with an arm around Jed and an arm around Oliver. "Right now, I don't care how or if we manage to get home. I'm just glad I can hug you both without a demon trying to cut off my head."

Oliver smiled and ushered for his son to hurry over and hug his granddads.

They couldn't get back to the vampire world because Jacota closed the last tear. Nobody was sure how they would get back or if they'd get home soon, but the war was over, and Oliver only cared about that.

* * * * *

It took hours to clean the field of bodies. Scott was distraught when he realised that Veronica's body had turned to dust like the rest of the demons. He couldn't give her the burial she deserved. He had dealt with multiple deaths over his very long life, but losing friends never got easier.

He stood in the garden, staring at the field with a fogged mind. He was trying to be stable in front of his boys who were cleaning the mess in the kitchen. Grace's body was removed, as were Alfred and Flora. Margo was too upset to do anything. Anthony and Hunter were with her in the living room, giving themselves peace to mourn. Sam felt a little left out but he didn't want to make things awkward by hovering around. He preferred William's company when recovering from stressful situations.

"I can't wait to sleep," William sighed, following Sam with a plastic bag as he swept up the broken kitchen utensils. "What time is it?"

"Almost half past six. Hunter's usually getting up for a training session now. You can go to bed if you want. We can-"

"No," William interrupted his brother, looking over to Sam who had carried on moving without him. "He needs me right now."

Jacota nodded when Scott re-entered the kitchen, seeming a little more depressed. "So does he."

William watched his dad face away, take a few deep breaths, and turn around like everything wasn't crumbling around him. "We'll help him through this." He patted Jacota's shoulder and shuffled over to Sam who had turned when his mate wasn't right behind him.

Jacota tried to block out Hunter's sadness and carried on cleaning. When later comes, he would be ready to give the werewolf all of his affection. They needed time together to digest what had happened through the night. Hunter had a lot to talk about, cry about, and get off his chest.

Jacota bent down to pick up a large shard of glass from the window when two sets of feet landed in front of him. He knew who it was without even looking up. The presence of an angel was different from a werewolf or a human. It was like a fresh breeze from the purest corners of the earth filtered through his body.

Angelette stood before the God of lightning with the wish she had promised him. Jacota's eyes traced the woman standing next to the elder angel. She was curvy, tall, had short blonde hair, and was breathtakingly beautiful.

Jacota's gaze flicked to his father who talked to Luka about the memories within a broken photograph. Scott distracted himself from the pain in his heart, so much that he didn't notice his mate standing in the same room. The pain wasn't only anguish from his dead friends, it was the aching of a bond stitching itself back together.