Ethereal [COMPLETED]

XLV. Epilogue

Andrew Anderson, King of Angelina, stood there in the middle of the room extending his hand to Decklan Dove, king of Demonia. They shook hands together.

The two cities were never on good terms ever since they got divided. Not until now, now it's different.

Andrew was pronounced king yesterday, I was so proud of my brother that I didn't even realize the tears that fell. My father got really old, so he decided to give Andrew the crown -- his words not mine -- before he dies.

When I was a step away from connecting and being on good terms with my father, I blew it all off by killing Daphnee. Even though I don't regret it a second.

After the devastating incident and the death of the lady that ruined all our lives, I was so deep in sin to be an Angel. I got kicked out.

There are just some sins that can't be ignored, and killing is one of them. And after committing such sin, I could never even dream of being an Angel again. So I, the Angel's princess, got kicked out of Angelina by my father.

At first I had no choice but to stay in Demonia, but life was so bad there, I now got what Daphnee wrote in those letters. But there were other stuff too, like I got to carried away in the adulteries games. It was really different from my life in Angelina.

Getting back on the adulteries issue, I didn't like it here in Demonia, but I was banned in Angelina and I couldn't go back. I wanted to go back, I missed Angelina. Andrew promised me that when he becomes king he'll let me pass and stay there in the castle whenever I please.

Least to say I was too good to be an Devil, but too bad to be an Angel.

And Dylan just shared my thoughts, after a lot of talking and deciding and of course a lot of aid from both kingdoms. We decided to have a third kingdom on the planet.

It all started as a small house, me and Dylan. It was nice and cozy and way better than life in Demonia. Then undercover individuals like Ashton, Dora, some unfamiliar people in demonia and Ashley started to unravel their hatred in life in the hell realm. But there wings weren't white, and yes you can stop from sinning but you can never return to your old self.

Andrew kept it a secret from my father at first, but by the time he knew he was already too old, sick and fragile to have an opinion about this.

As for king Damon, he was trapped in jail for murdering his own mother, since Decklan was already pronounced crown prince all this time ago, once the king became a prisoner he had the throne. He achieved his dreams afterall, and even though the peer there never listened to what he -- their king -- had to say, he was not treated as an Angel like he devastated, but was the ruler of the devils.

We all got our different way of thinking about stuff. Some had royalty but never wanted it, some wanted it but never had it, at the end they fought for it and had what they always wanted. Some had royalty and owned it, some didn't like it in the bad and in the good and decided to start from scratch. At the end, we all got what we wanted.

Even though I got disowned from my home and thrown into hell, I still managed to create my happily ever after out of nowhere. Now, Nowhere isn't the void, empty land that it used to be, now I can call it home.

Some things never change though, I used to run and come to Nowhere in search for my haven, after all these years I still do. We made something out of nothing.

Even though the city is still under repair, it's everything I ever needed. Every weekend my brother, my sister, Decklan, the twins and me and Dylan would spend the day together until they get back to ruling their kingdoms.

Surprisingly, Decklan and Andrew remained friends even after Decklan inherited the throne, and now that Andrew also became king, we thought our little group would go downhill.

Contrary to polar belief, It didn't. Here they are, two rival kingdom ruler's, sitting at the same table as they shared a meal and a chat together. And though the folk didn't like it, they didn't care. We were like a small family. I smiled as I shifted my gaze from one to the other around the table. They all meant the world to me.

Nowhere grew bigger and bigger by day, there wasn't complete peace in here either, but it wasn't hell. Just like the real life.

We're all not good, we all sin. We're not Angels as long as we live on land, and some of us aren't the devils. Life is like that, you have two advocates on either shoulder, you just choose who to listen to.

You will never live in white flags and ultimate peace, and not everybody around you make you feel like you're in Demonia. We're all in the middle.

We're all good at moments and bad and the other, just like life in Nowhere.

And that is Nowhere, it isn't Ethereal, it isn't infernal.

It's reality.

-------Ethereal 2019--------

-Nardine