Prophecy

Chapter 79: Relaxation

*Grace's POV*

As the threat dissipated, our bodies instinctively began to separate.

The once unified form that had merged into an all-encompassing entity now started to dissolve, bathed in a radiant, blinding light. In an awe-inspiring display of divine energy, the brilliance around us coalesced, and from the singularity of our presence, we emerged as two distinct beings once more. The experience was both unexplainable and profoundly transformative.

Every detail of the process was etched into my memory with vivid clarity.

We had spoken as one, our thoughts, intentions, and essence flowing together in perfect harmony. We were a single consciousness, our combined will and spirit manifesting through a seamless unity. As we merged, I found myself within my mate, feeling her presence as an outer shell shielding and protecting me. It was as though I was enfolded in her very being while she, in turn, enveloped me in her essence.

This alignment was exactly as the Prophecy had foretold, and it brought a deep sense of fulfillment and purpose. My place was within her, holding her heart while she provided the external strength and safeguard we needed. It was an exquisite balance of power and protection, an intimate dance of two souls intertwined and strengthened by their bond.

Everything finally made sense.

And the power... that was... rather terrifying. But, no matter what, we knew what we were doing.

My eyes landed on Xavia, and she stood there, too, in her human form—like Aubrey and Raziel, as well as the rest of the gang. It took a moment for it to fully sink in, but when it did, my heart swelled with an emotion so overpowering that I didn't care who or what was around us. I let out a breath, my chest tightening with joy, and without a second thought, I threw myself at Xavia. My arms and legs wrapped around her tightly, and tears flowed freely down my face.

"We did it, love... we really did it," I managed to choke out between the sobs that mixed with laughter.

Xavia held me just as fiercely.

Her grip was warm and steady, her heart beating in sync with mine, and she was crying, too.

My mate's voice was thick with emotion as she said, "We really did, baby. I am so proud of all of us."

Our foreheads touched, and I kissed her.

It was soft, lingering, yet restrained.

I wanted to deepen it, to lose myself in her, but now wasn't the time. We were still in front of Vurrok, still surrounded by demons, before our very friends, and... still in Hell. I reluctantly pulled back and slid off her, but our hands remained entwined. We turned to our friends, pulling them into a lovely large group hug. For a few moments, we just held each other.

The battle was long and hard.

We just laughed and breathed in each other's presence, soaking in the victory of the war we had just endured. The danger, the blood, the endless fighting—all of it was behind us now—for everyone—all of the world.

Vurrok's voice broke the serene bubble, clearing his throat to get our attention, "If you guys could come with me, I'll give you safe passage back to Earth."

I felt my mate's heart rate quicken.

Xavia looked at him, her brows knitting together with concern. "What about you?" she asked, her voice soft but firm.

Vurrok glanced around the hellscape.

When he replied to my mate, I noticed how his eyes looked resigned yet utterly content, "I was created for you, but I can't leave; I can only survive in Hell. It was the price I had to pay to be immortal and ensure your victory. Your mother made that very clear, and it was an easy decision for me to make. But you and all of your allies can come and visit whenever you want. You, Xavia, are the rightful heir to the throne of Hell, and as you can see, everything is already changing."