EPILOGUE

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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Asked a woman reluctantly, her feathered wings ruffling slightly at the preposition. Another man at the table nodded, his dark hair swishing around his black horns. "She's right. Doing this could destroy the universe as we know it!" He exclaimed. Everyone flinched when they heard a loud groan before a fist collided with the table. "The universe is already destroyed!" The man roared as dark, dragon like wings sprouted from his back. He calmed down once he felt a hand on his back. "Calm yourself, Satan. It's alright." The other man assured. He turned to look at the other people sitting at the table, his robes settling themselves perfectly at his feet. 

"Members of the party, we understand your concern, but this is our last and only option. We tried everything, from the peace treaty between heaven and hell a few thousand years ago to allowing gays into heaven. Nothing has worked." The man that some may know as God, reasoned. Satan sighed, recollecting himself. "This is our only hope. By doing this, we can unite our people and therefore unite all people on Earth before they drive each other to fucking extinction." He scoffs, returning to his side of the room. The angels and demons seated around the Table of Choice sigh before nodding. God nods. "Good. Let us make the prophecy." He says, and as he raises his hands up into the air, a pillar of light erupts from the middle of the table.

In the light, the entities see two people appear, one wearing the robe of a High Angel, or the Prince of Heaven, and one wearing the pendulum of the Soul Keeper, or the Prince of Hell. "In 13 eons, when the earth has taken its last rotation around the sun and is soon to come to its end, two men, different as the night and day, will come together in life and love to save the universe from the fate otherwise written in moonstone." Satan decrees, and the angels gasp. "Two men?!" One of them exclaims, and the other angels shake their heads in disapproval. Two demon men stand up, grabbing each other's hands and pulling each other close."Do you have a problem with that?" They shout across the table before kissing, winning cheers and hollers from the other demons. Soon everyone is yelling. "ENOUGH!" Satan exclaims, his black wings ruffling. "Let us get back to the prophecy!"

In the light, the features of the two men are revealed. A woman with long, billowing blonde hair and glowing skin stands up, gesturing to the Prince of Heaven. "The people of Heaven's Past and Heaven's Future have decided to give this man, Viktor, to the prophecy." She announces, and a man with bright, ocean blue eyes and beautiful platinum hair is shown in heaven. Another woman from the other side of the table, with long, curly black hair and beautiful horns curling out of her head rises. "The people of Hell's Past and Hell's Future have decided to give this man, Yuuri, to the prophecy." Everyone looks to the pillar and sees another man, this one with pitch black hair slicked back from his eyes and black rimmed glasses, appear. They all stare in awe at Yuuri's dark and subtle beauty and Viktor's shining radiance.

"These men will find each other on the 6th day of the 6th month, 6 years before Earths scheduled death. From this point forward, they are forever bonded together in all ways: In life, in love, in soul and spirit, and will never be apart." Satan decrees. "Do all members of the Afterlife's Court agree?" God asks.

Everyone stands up, nodding. "Let it be set." They all murmur unanimously. A bright flash erupts from the middle of the room, and they all now know.

Good fucking luck.

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