With all the happenings on earth it was any wonder Ciel and Sebastian didn't come back to hell at all. They weren't certain just how long they had been on earth cleaning up the mess Grell had made along with the dearly departed Elizabeth but as demons they didn't have a good concept of time. A year might seem a day. When everything was suitably taken care of and all the reaping records set straight, they were relieved to be going back home, back to their sweet-faced Genevieve and their newly adopted Felicitas, as well as back to their bedroom that had all but rusted and dusted up from lack of rough-housing.

As they entered hell, they were not expecting any welcome parties or large celebrations but they got a small one anyways, thanks to Li-Jin who was plastered beyond recognition. It seemed he was just glad of the fact that he didn't have to go fight, the coward. The party was short for the two demons had to report to Satan immediately with a full account of all that had happened and make sure that everything was in order or more so out of order, given him. The lava parted for the "triumphant heroes" returning home from their so called war to bow before the one who had created all this mess for them.

The war, Claude, Lafayette, Genevieve's death, and all their stress was rooted to he who was always the root of any despair and evil. Ciel had very little respect for Satan and Satan knew that very well, thus the reason he resented and admired him. Ciel wasn't like his other minions, he dared to look him in the eyes, he dared to speak back, and he dared to interrupt when he knew very well the cost of his bold actions. These reasons, and many others, were the reasons Satan decided to have fun and mess around with Ciel's life as if he was nothing but a puppet. Ciel was used to being the puppeteer not the puppet and couldn't stand being used and abused for one's pleasure. No. Not again.

Regardless of what would happen next Ciel would tempt the devil who had all but ruined his life and give him a piece of his mind, no matter what Sebastian would say to protect or warn him. Yet now faced with the horned creature that all feared he said nothing of the sort. He was nowhere near prepared for the pitiful state of the ruler of all hell. There he sat upon a throne of skulls, crumbling like old pottery that was introduced to high temperatures, a dying king still holding tight to his reign, too stubborn to let it go just yet. There were several pieces of white, red, and black patches missing from him like he was a puzzle missing pieces yet even in this state he could install fright in anyone who served him.

Long gone were his two dreadfully frightening women that were usually at his side but instead one woman was at his side, a very young woman with black haired tied into a pony tail, her bangs framing her gray colored face. Her amethyst eyes flickered sadly between the two demons in front of her and the collapsing monster that was feebly trying to pull himself together. She worried him with her hands, smoothing them over his head and horns while pressing her cheek to his head. Usually he would smack her to the other side of the room but he was far too weak to murder the young lady who was doting on him. This young woman, budding and fiercely striking, was Cinis, Satan's own spawn.

'How long were we gone?'Sebastian wondered to himself with the casual nature of someone who was pondering what to have for lunch.

"So," Satan finally spoke, though gruff and fragile, as if he had come down with a cold and could barely speak at all, "You've returned, have you? Valiant champions coming to laugh at your ruler now reduced to a shell of his former self. Go on. Laugh. Make mockery of me. I still have enough power left to roast you right on the spot."

"Ha!" Ciel remarked, burning his eyes into Satan's, letting all his hatred of him show, letting all the hurt and anger he bore for the being come into light, "Look at you! You couldn't hurt a fly! Actually, a fly has more power than you! You think you can still fight in the state you're in? Please, I dare you to prove me wrong. Come at me. Right now."

Sebastian's burgundy eyes went round and his mouth dropped a few inches. How could his lover be so bold? Yes the condition Satan was in was remarkably pathetic but even still he was the Lord of Darkness. No one would dare contemplate speaking this way to him, not even in their minds. He could of grabbed him by his shoulders and rattled his bones right out of his body for doing such an insane thing but it appeared Ciel knew what he was doing for in the next moments Satan tried to get up, growling about how Ciel was a bratty little son of a bitch but he was halted by the sound of his lower half crumbling beneath him and in a hurry he sat back down, afraid of becoming a pile of ash so quickly. He, the devil himself, was afraid.

Ciel gave a cocky smirk. "See? You have absolutely no power, not even an inch. You are petrified and I find it hilarious. You're glued to your throne for you are frozen by fear, fear of collapsing, fear of losing your authority, fear of your inevitable defeat and so, your lordship, I will laugh. I laugh at your misery. I laugh at your demise. I laugh at your suffering as you have laughed at mine. Each good turn deserves another, it's a little thing called karma and yes I am a son of a bitch, but that's just what karma is, right? A bitch. So you sit there and you die slow and pitiable like the dog you are!"

At the end of his sentence Ciel literally spat, as close as physically possible to Satan as he could. Sebastian was floored. He knew Ciel was brazen but not like this, not to someone who held so much power over his existence. This would be akin to him slapping the Queen when he was her guard dog. Inside, though, Sebastian was cheering the plucky nature of the one who he had chosen as his mate for life. Finally, someone had stood up to the mighty hellish lord; it just took a few good millennia to find the courageous warrior who had the right stuff to daringly spit in the path of Satan.

Sebastian knew that Satan had done them wrong just because he was jealous or curious or furious at Ciel's aggression toward him, but Sebastian himself would never put up a front with his own boss. Even Sebastian had his limits and he held a high esteem for his true lord, but in this circumstance, he could honestly say he was never more appalled at him. His admiration was fading along with the life of the malicious monarch.

"How?" Was all Satan questioned, his voice was rumbling like he had rocks in his throat while being barely a whisper. Meanwhile Cinis was fondling his horns while giving Ciel a slightly cold look that he could not understand. Was she offended for her father? Not too long ago she was clinging to him and calling him her husband and now she was giving him a venomous glare. She had grown up, in every sense. All filled out and womanly now, her little lavender jacket now traded in for a long, glittery lilac colored dress that showed off the assets she acquired.

"How what?" Ciel shot back, throwing his words like darts at the devil who was once an angel.

"How can you be so audacious? Is it because of my current condition?"

"Again I say Ha! No, it's not, your 'honor', I would do this no matter what. You deserve all the frustration you've placed upon me for your own selfish enjoyment. You've treated me like I was your pawn and I don't fancy being on the other side of the fence. I like to be in control of every situation and so I thank you, in part, for making me the leader of the army. I know very well you thought I wouldn't be able to handle the responsibility and that you just wanted to cause more chaos but I trumped you, now didn't I? I know your game far too well and you despise me for that, you despise the fact that I'm too much like you. You've never encountered an errant soul like mine, someone who had fallen from grace as you did and was egotistical, obdurate, and hate-filled while still retaining compassion. You couldn't understand me, you sought to make me tick, to test me out, and to, essentially, do an autopsy on me. Push me to my limits, oh you tried to do that so bad, and I congratulate you for getting on my last nerve but the wrath I hold has been there since my childhood, remember I was only thirteen when I murdered someone. I have no problem with the feelings I have toward you and have absolutely no problem with expressing them, in any way possible. When cornered an animal chooses to attack, and you have been a fool to corner me."

The demonic leader of the hellion army flipped his hair with a smug sideways head jerk and an even smugger smile. Sebastian would have applauded in another situation but could not. He was truly impressed with the intellectual way Ciel could say things and how gifted an orator he was. Most would be shaky just being in the presence of the hellish fiend who had a tight grip on his little subordinates but not Ciel. Never Ciel. It was true, he was too much like Satan himself and Satan could not have that. He was intrigued by Ciel and detested him at the same time. Ciel had left a plethora of bodies in his wake at the young age of only thirteen, a trail of blood as always left behind him. He was cold-hearted and icy with little morality left yet he was human once and even now still had human in him.

He could care and he could love but he could also loathe and destroy without giving it a second thought. Not a single demon, not one at all, could match Ciel in this way. Try as they might to understand him, they only ended up crushed beneath his feet, his wicked laughter haunting them forever. A brilliant mind filled with strategies and a heart filled with emotion only for those who thought on his level, like Sebastian or even Genevieve who was just as logical as he was. Not cruel, mind you, but she had a bitterness to her now a days that was reminiscent of his. Satan stood there, analyzing him harshly, not sure how to make heads or tails of him.

"I suppose I'll never comprehend you. Perhaps it's for the best then. Yet I am still troubled with one question…you are much like me…but how much? I've discovered your horns are white, an incredibly rare occurrence. It only happens with fallen angels and to my knowledge you were never an angel."

Sebastian exchanged a questioning look at Ciel while also looking shocked, amused, bemused, and a touch aghast at the subject of his husband being an angel once. Ciel didn't know how to answer; he was just as mystified as Sebastian was. The cobalt haired demon did not know of this fact in the least. How could that be, that he was a fallen angel? He just assumed he had white horns just because, he didn't know there was a reason. Sebastian assumed the same, he wasn't the oldest living demon ever and so there was things even he didn't know, shockingly. They never taught about horn color in class because there were only a few types, white horns were so rare that only one had them. That was Satan and his white color faded away as he became the great leader that he once was.

"An angel…? Is that what it means? Well…that would make sense, being that white is a holy color…but I was always a human before I became a demon. I don't think I can give you a valid explanation to that or why my eyes glow blue instead of pink or why I had a rapid change of animal influence. I've just let it pass by without giving it a second thought."

"How carless of you," Satan murmured, a part of his arm falling off which made Cinis rapidly go and pick it up and try to put it back on, "Leave it be."

"Yes father," She obliged, holding the piece to her chest with a shy nature, her head bowed. She was much more polite now and proper, thanks the people she surrounded herself with now.

"I believe I can explain everything," a small voice coming from the river of souls spoke, echoing across the cavernous throne room. Appearing from another curtain of lava another young lady arrived, a touch older than Cinis; her light blonde almost white hair was so long that it was starting to drag on the floor, her dainty hands were pushing what looked like a small cart and in that small cart was another form, a small form that was soon to be distinguished as a child.

Sebastian felt a twinge of warmth in his being. He knew this girl and reacted as one would when greeted with a familiar face. He knew her from her lengthy ethereal blonde, her large black eyes devoid of pupils, and her star-shaped mark on her cheek, but also the feeling she brought about him whenever she was about ; A feeling of absolute joy.

"Genevieve!" Sebastian cried cheerfully, having felt the actual weight of how long he was gone crash down upon him. It had been terribly long since he had held her, since he had heard her tinkling silver bell voice, it had been so long he heard her laughter or shared a conversation filled with sharp, sparkling wit, and it had been even longer since he had seen her last. So much so that he was put off a bit by how grown she was now.

Now she wasn't ugly, no not at all, quite the opposite actually. What had startled him was how his little girl was not so little anymore. Her adorable doll face had matured slightly though still very doll like and her body was lanky with subtle curves here and there and since when did his darling child have a slight bosom? Given her appearance they had been gone for some time, maybe a year or so if not years. Had it really been so long?

"Father Dearest!" She merrily called back, extending her arms and running toward him to leap into his embrace. She had gotten significantly taller too, just a bit above his belly button where she had once reached just to his hip. He grasped her the tightest he could, nearly squeezing the life out of her. She was beyond relieved to see her father and Ciel had made it back in one piece, just as headstrong and proud as they had been when they departed.

"Ah, I've missed you my little sparrow. You've sure grown up fast, haven't you?"

"You've been gone for ages it seems! Ciel, you won! I am so glad of that fact and that you and father dear are here, at last, with me."

"I'd have it no other way, of course. Did I not tell you I would win, no matter the cost? I see you've been keeping well and that you've been taking care of Felicitas," Ciel remarked, picking up the almost forgotten infant who was almost a toddler. Felicitas cooed and giggled in his arms, never knowing that those same hands drove through her mother's abdomen and sent her to her doom.

"Of course I have…but…" She whispered to Sebastian, looking a bit downcast, "I broke our promise…I wasn't what you told me to be, brave and strong. I broke down…I cried. I have shamed you father…"

"You have done no such thing, petite cher," Sebastian soothingly denied, stoking his hand over her flaxen locks while looking into her deep inky eyes, "Now, you said you could explain why Ciel is being mistaken for an angel?"

"Oh yes, that. It's simple, really," Genevieve explained, releasing herself from her father's iron grip and straightening out her black and white dress, "You see while my father and dear Ciel were out slaying demon hunters with the reapers I did extensive research on everything demonic, wanting to know more about myself and more about everything I would have to come in contact with later on in my life. I found out that it is rare to have white horns and that usually such a thing can only happen if you are a fallen angel but there is an even rarer case that happens if you are exposed to an angel's purification beforehand."

"Ah, Angela," Ciel exclaimed, feeling a sense of eureka happening to him, "For a moment she tried to purify me and rid me of my past. Yes, I suppose that explains that then."

"I've never heard of such a thing before, but there is much even I have to learn. Tell me, what else did you find out?"

"Well Father dear, I've learned that Ciel had kept a small piece of his soul because there was still some contract with you but I could read no further about that. All I know is once he gave his soul to me, he became more demonic and the true animal he was destined to became finally came out and a little piece of him is now inside me. I am now more demonic than I was before. I have also found out I am not a dove, I am just a white bird, some type of corvid."

This was a joyous occasion for him. She was not a holy dove after all but a species similar to his, only albino. That made sense with her flaxen white hair. "Such wondrous news to fall upon these ears. I am most pleased."

"Enough of this foolishness," Satan grumbled, not even able to do his signature shout with his booming voice. "It seems then, I was mistaken, you are not nearly as special as I once believed."

"You're wrong!" yelled Genevieve, angered for her father and having her feathers mightily ruffled. "You have been watching him for how long now with that third eye of yours and you still deny how extraordinary he is. Ciel could take your place any day and you know it. Even now you shiver in fear of him; this is why you tore him down, why you tried to dispose of him. You couldn't stand the thought of having competition. You hated the fact that a simple new comer could shove you off your throne. You knew Ciel was a king, not a pawn, and that he was a bloody brilliant chess player. He could call checkmate at any time. I felt sympathy for you once when I saw what would happen, that you would die, but I have none of that left anymore. You disgust me! You are nothing but a trembling weakling! I surely hope Cinis does a better job at running hell than you have."

Cinis gave her half-sister a wide-eyed doe-ish look as if she was offended once more for her father, as if she was staring into space, and as if she had much to say but no leave to say it. Over time she had come to admire her father and honor his wishes but now, her only true family was dying and it killed her inside. It was as if a piece of her was fading with him. She didn't know whether she could say she loved him or not but she was attached to him, she was something of fond of him. Perhaps she did love him, in some way or another, and having somebody so high up be torn down so low dishonored her prestigious blood line and it sullied her reputation.

She would be a great leader because that was what was expected of her. She carried the heaviest burden any woman, demon, or person had to ever carry in their life. A title of authority and an entire kingdom to rule. Even when her father did turn to ash, she would always feel him haunting her every move, boring his three eyes into her, judging her. She wanted to shine in his eyes and she would destroy all those that were simpering or dared to defy her, just as he would. An evil purple eyed glower was met with furious black ones. Two sisters, fighting each other, defending their sides and their fathers, not forgetting their kinship but also remembering the moments they shared, the tender deep moments. Genevieve loved Cinis but she didn't love the look she was getting. Her father was weak; at least he was as of late. How could Cinis be so blind as to not see that his fear dictated his life?

"You," Satan replied with a harsh tone and a trembling voice, "Are as just a big a pain in my ass as that sorry excuse for a general Primicerius, I sometimes wonder if you are his child. You are not, you are the child of the harpy whore and that other sorry excuse you call a father."

"You have no right to call my father dearest that! He has been the greatest fighter in any war you have ever watched over and a true demon. You are a poor excuse for a father, wounding your child, belittling her. A father does no such things to his child."

"I am the devil, what did you honestly expect?"

"You were an angel once, or have you forgotten human compassion?" Genevieve fearlessly stated, stepping forward, right up to his throne so that they were face to face. She could have sworn she heard Cinis hiss at her to back off. "Do not sit there all high and mighty like you are something of importance. You could fade at any second leaving your entire realm to your daughter who you have bashed around like some kind of ragdoll! Look at me again, and tell me, to my face, that my father is pathetic and that Ciel is not the most unique of demons you have encountered. Assault my family one more time and all feeling of empathy or respect I have for you will go with one solid blow. That's all it will take to end you now."

Ciel was dancing inside. This was how he raised her. To be afraid of nothing, to hold respect for herself first, to be demanding, polite, kind, charming, but above all speak her mind. She was clever, she was quick, she had a rapier wit and a heart filled with humanistic kindness and compassion but she bore that bitterness that set her apart from any child. When time came for it, she unlocked the side of her that was a Michealis and the side of her that had come from Ciel, a side she had even before she obtained his soul. She was stubborn and resilient, like a bug but she would not be squashed. Her pride, her morality, and her bravery would see to that. After staring at her for some time Satan let out a little laugh, nothing in comparison to the loud laughs he usually let out that could shake hell.

"You are just as afraid as I am, I know that. I have watched you, too, do you forget? You practically live in my throne room now, along with this parasite called a child. You visit your deceased mother every day, crying like a baby. I know what it is you want most of all, foolish little girl. I could give it to you, you know, a life of normality. I could make you human; all of you human, and you wouldn't have to deal with any of those troubles ever again. Would you like that?"

Ciel thought he was bluffing…at first. He knew Satan had that power to do so but he would never do something so kind as give someone what they wanted…yet…yet he sounded so genuine, as if he had nothing left in the world and might as well just for kicks, just because. That is what Genevieve wanted, normality. She wanted happiness and freedom from her demonic duties, to live amongst the sunlight and smile with not a worry in the world. Sebastian would hate it, being human, having to do everything at normal speed and not being one hell of a whatever. Instead he'd have to be sub-par at best, but Ciel knew that for Genevieve, his sweet little imp, he'd do anything.

Ciel could read from his face that he was baffled with the idea of suddenly being human and having to fear death or aging or dealing with normal house work or living a simple life. It would certainly be a change from what he was accustomed to. Ciel had already been human once so eating, tasting, sleeping- that was all nothing new to him. As of right now, though, he was having trouble remembering what it felt like to dream or what tea even tasted like anymore. He used to fancy it so much and now it meant nothing anymore. He wondered if he drank it what would happen. Would it taste like air? Would it be stale? Would it create memories? Something like tea seemed so trivial to most but right now it occupied his mind for once upon a time it was an important factor in his life.

Genevieve seemed to consider this proposition for a bit, turning to read the faces of her father and Ciel. Human….no more troubles…no more worries…no pain…just a normal life. "Normal…that kind of thing used to suit my fancy- a little dog named Fido, another sibling, a few uncles to dote on me, a boyfriend, a child one day and everything would be great. If you want an answer, it would be yes," This got a wide grin on Satan's face before she interrupted, "But only if you had asked me before I changed, before I realized what I realize today. So, the answer is no."

Ciel was flabbergasted, his jaw nearly dropped on the floor as did Satan's. However Sebastian was smirking that up-turned smirk of his that became so iconic with him. He knew why she chose what she chose today, it was written all over her. She had grown up too. Ciel, though, did not know exactly why and he was certain she had wanted such a life. The question that burned on the mind of Ciel was declared by Satan.

"WHAT!?" Satan nearly roared, creating a hole in his chest that shattered onto the floor. "I don't understand you! You've been given the chance of a lifetime and you don't take it? Isn't that what you want?"

Now it was her turn to laugh, high and bell-like as she usually did before turning away from him and walking down the steps before she looked back at him again, an air of confidence about her. "No, it's not, not anymore. In fact it's just what YOU want, isn't it? To get rid of me and my family in one fell swoop, isn't that right? It would just be so easy for you to tempt me with that and then we would be out of your hair. Yes you would be dead and, in that way, you wouldn't have to deal with us but the sheer fact that we are running about what was once your domain, causing riots and turning heads as we destroy everything you set up makes you as mad as a hornet. To have us as humans would be no bother to you and you will be able to rest, somewhat, in peace. Well, I won't have it, not after all you've done to my beloved family, not after all you've done to me, and certainly not after all you've done to my poor step-sister!"

It was more than evident that Cinis wanted to say something to Genevieve but she kept to herself and tried to remain regal and beautiful like a queen should be, like her father wanted her to be. So she stood to the side, hands folded over her lovely sparkling dress while keeping her mouth tightly clamped. Satan himself stared laughing to mock her laughter, yet again his was nothing as it could be.

"Ah clever girl, very clever, but there must be some other reason other than to give me pain that you do not want such a kind gift such as I am still willing to give you."

She took by her father's side and Ciel by hers, a family of oddities and a power-house of majesty all collected in one. They stood proud in the face of the devil himself, ready to challenge him. The second youngest member of their little family stepped forward; delivering a final speech that would be remembered for all time and struck a small chord with Cinis. Her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear, filled with self-righteousness, justice, and integrity.

"There is another reason, a really big reason. The reason is standing beside me; my father, Ciel, my other sister- They are my reason. You see a while ago I would have blindly agreed to that and snatched it from your hand, boarding my train out of here, but as I looked around, learned more about life, and watched everything go by I've come to realize that the normal you were offering, the normal I sought, was boring. A happy little home on the hills is nothing in comparison to what I have right here. Ciel is the general of the demonic army of hell and my father the lieutenant. All in all, even with everything I must carry with me, even with everything that has happened I choose to stay here. You might think me insane but I'm not. I don't want normal anymore, at least not that kind of normal. I want this. This IS my normal."

With those remarkable words of hers it seemed Satan's end was near as he started to crumble into nothing, a firm smile on his face as if he had won when he had lost but then as he was turning into ash he had a strange look on his face. He had so much to ask and could not do so. He didn't understand her for he had indeed lost all touches with humanity and could never understand the concept of family or love or hope or dreams. He could never understand normal, at any level, and the fact that she could and that all he had thrown at them still left them the victors and happy, both intrigued and disturbed him. He would die forever confused, but Ciel would not let him die so gleefully. When he finally became nothing but a memory left in dust, the last words he heard as Ciel and Sebastian walked out, completely intent on breaking in their bed, was a cruel, solitary word:

"Checkmate."

All that remained of the once high ruler of hell was nothing but ashes, the very thing for which Cinis was named. It seemed cruelly ironic to her as she kneeled down and scooped up some of the pieces of her father, holding them close and trying her very hardest not to weep. That is not what queens do. She felt a hand press on her shoulder before the same hand was wrapped around her from behind in a hug. It was Genevieve, the person so was hissing at not too long ago.

"I feel sorry for you, you have lost everything all at once and I feel a part of your misfortune."

"Do not weep for me sister dear, it was bound to happen. I knew this was to come. You have no reason to lend me your pity."

"But I do. You are still my sister, no matter what. I wish I could take your pain and all the burdens you will bear."

"How is it you are happy? You have had everything taken to, have you not? It is true you still have family left, I included, but you have much to deal with as well. How does one discover their normality?"

"It is not something that happens quickly, though it could for you, it's usually a gradual thing. Soon you will discover it too, that all is not so bad. Normality is not easily defined, it is defined by the person not by the book. Mine tells me that whatever I am to become I must take and live with and that the paths we have chosen or have been forced to choose are all a part of that. I cannot stop it, nor do I want to, this is my life. Take up your crown, dear sister, take it up and live to what you were born to be. You are the queen now, no time for tears. You must conquer and make your own path, only then, with your head held high, will you be able to find your normal."

Cinis took a trembling hand and placed her crown on her head and as soon as it touched her head a smile greeted her face. It felt….right. Yes, this is what she was meant to do. This was her calling. This staff, this throne, this third eye she was given, was her normal. As she took her rightful place on the throne, her sister beside her, Escarum now joining her, stately by her side ,she accepted what it was that she had to become. Her reign would be a fearsome and great one and she would not forget the lessons that everyone had taught her, including Ciel and Sebastian. She was once a naïve child with silly ideas but now she was a woman, budding with beauty, and not just any woman but the new queen, ready to make her first decisions.

It was a heavy burden but she took it up with pride. For her father, for her mother, for her sisters, for Sebastian, for Ciel, for her people, she would take this load and carry it about as if it were nothing. Placing a tender hand on her sister's hand she appointed her as her third in command, behind Escarum, right then and there without another thought to it and Genevieve accepted it. Staff in hand, crown on her head, and third eye open she was ready to take the reins and lead her minions into what she seemed fit, refusing to cast aside the memories of her childhood no matter how painful. She would watch over everyone and dictate them with a firm hand, the way she wanted to. This was her normal, as she defined it. Just as Sebastian and Ciel's normal were now each other, forever and always, stirring and hot, sweet and bitter, like a cup of earl grey.

"Do you think she will be alright, Cinis, I mean," Ciel pondered, walking side by side in perfect sync with Sebastian.

"She has always been good at making others do what she wants, now she is just more refined about it. She has our daughter by her side to guide her and now she has matured enough to take up her helm. Yes, I believe she will be fine. Everything is as it should be, finally."

"Yes, Sebastian," Ciel agreed, slowly disappearing into the darkness of the hallways of hell with his dark shadowy beloved, "at last everything is back to normal."

*The end….Or is it?! Good evening, my beloved viewers, did you enjoy my fanfiction? Was the ending all you hoped it would be? Maybe it doesn't have to end there! I was contemplating a sequel but if you truly love it and want a sequel could you make it possible for this fan fiction to get more followers/reviews? If this one gets a lot of love and requests for a sequel then I will do it…but if not it will just be an idea that sits on the back burner. Anyways, I hope you liked my work of art and took pleasure in reading my epic tale. It's a bittersweet goodbye but it was all worth it in the end. I love you guys, some of you really kept me going! Thank you for all the support! Yours truly, Disneyholica24*