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The afterlife was bleack.

For his many sins he was condemed to watch the lifes of the children the women he wronged bore him. In his life, exces was his constant companion. His inmaturity and ego made him harm many inocents, between who were the ones he swore infornt of God he would love until death. Now in death, in purgatory, made a mare observer. He watched over the life of the ones who were called his flesh and blood, his legacy, Edward, Mary, and Elizabeth.

Edward, his golden boy. The one who had been brought to this world by his most beloved wife Jane, who died on the birthing bed not long after her only childs birth. The former king followed his only son and observed as he undid what his father had once done. How his youth and spoilt maners made him ungrateful and disrespectful to the deeds of his ancestors. How he insulted his sisters, how he became a fanatic raised by fanatics and finally, how he died so young.

Then came Mary, hes sweet Mary. The daughter of the woman he humitiated and drove to her grave. He watched the bitterness he never preaviously saw, her fanatic devotion to the church of her mother, the torture she inflicted on his people. The former king whatched as his eldest daughter burned all non catholics at the stake, blaming them all for her mothers fortune and earning the name of 'Bloody Mary'. At last he thought some happyness would come her way when she anounced she was with child, but as the months passed and the babe didn't come, he lost hope. In the end, he saw her die of an unkown illnes childless and alone, her husband with some other woman, like he himself had so many times done when alive, back in spain.

And finally came Elizabeth. Her refusal to forsake her belives for the throne reminded him of her mother, the wife he unjustly killed based on rumors and her not giving him a son. Elizabeth started her reighn unsecurelly, doubtting her every step. But in time she found her footing and she became glorious. Her refusal to marry appaled him a little, her afair with the Earl of Leicester enraged him, and her firm handling of the tribulations sent her way filled him with pride. He weeped with her when Mary Stewards head rolled and aplauded her desition to use her mothers pendant in ther jewes.

Elizabeths reighn became the golden age for England, 44 years he observed his youngests succede and 44 years he wished he had taken the time to know her in life. But maybe it was for the best, the child he had less to do with, beyond his involvemant in her creation and her mothers death, was the one who trived. At the end she also died, but unlike the other two, she died an acomplished Queen and she would be the one history would remember and the best monarc England would ever have.

Henry took one last look at his daughters soul living her body before turning and seeing his final destiny, he would take his punishment with grace and dignity knowing that at least one of the many wrongs of all his sinfull life, turned into a right.