AN: Sorry this is so late guys! Life has been eating me alive all week.

Here's the promised epilogue that wraps up the last few strands of the story.

Also, I should start posting the Angel Realm story in a few weeks after I get settled into college life and such.

"What are we doing again?" Magnus asked as he turned down a small residential street in London.

We'd been here a week, driving around and following various leads to the Tanner family. Finally we'd found them, living on the very edge of the city. Mary was still alive and in her nineties. She lived with her daughter Elizabeth and Elizabeth's husband Jared, from what we'd learned. Elizabeth's son lived with them as well, though we hadn't found his name.

"We're returning something." I responded, looking out the window of the car as I searched for the address we'd been given.

"What are we returning?" Magnus prodded, turning down another side street. For someone who had lived in London multiple times, he didn't seem to have the faintest clue as to how to get where we were going.

I hadn't told Magnus about the journal, for some reason it just didn't feel right. I still felt like I'd been invading David's privacy by reading it a month ago in the demon realm. I didn't want to invade that privacy any more by telling other people about it.

"Something…something that helped me survive in the demon realm." I told him. "Wait, there it is!" I almost shouted, grinning as I saw the house. It was a beautiful house, big and set back from the street a fair distance. Three stories were topped with an steep roof containing three equally spaced dormer windows. The American influences were clear, but so were the European.

Magnus parked the car and came around to help me out, handing me the one crutch I still needed to use.

"Not going to tell me more than that?" He inquired as we walked up the gravel driveway.

"Sorry," I smiled gently, hoping he would understand. He smiled back and nodded, showing that he did.

We walked up the porch steps and Magnus rang the bell while I held my breath, hoping that they were home and that they were the right family. An older woman opened the door, she looked in her sixties, maybe seventies. As soon as I saw her, I knew she was Elizabeth. I wasn't sure how, but I did.

"Well hello," She smiled, her accent subtle. "What can I do for you boys?"

"My name is Alexander Lightwood, this is my friend, Magnus Bane." I choose to introduce Magnus as a friend, since I didn't want to risk her asking us to leave before I could say what I needed to.

"A Lightwood, hmmm?" She smiled, "And here I was thinking the Clave didn't bother with Mundanes any more." She said in a sweetly teasing tone.

"We aren't here on behalf of the Clave, actually. It's…personal business. You are Elizabeth Tanner, right?" I answered.

"That I am. Well, was. My name has been Elizabeth Mathews ever since I got married. Why don't you boys come in and have some tea while we talk?" She moved to the side slightly, welcoming us into her home.

Magnus and I followed her inside and into a beautiful kitchen filled with an eclectic assortment of cook and dining ware. Elizabeth pulled a freshly brewed pot of tea off of the stove and poured a cup for each of us, setting a tall pitcher of milk and some sugar on the table. Magnus instantly grabbed the milk and poured a good dose of it into the tea, swirling the cup slightly before taking a sip.

"You make wonderful tea, Mrs. Mathews." Magnus smiled.

"Thank you. Now then, what personal business would bring a Lightwood and a Warlock to my door?" Elizabeth asked, sipping her own tea.

"Well, it's actually about your father, David Tanner." I said after a moment.

Elizabeth blinked and set her cup back down on the table, "My father died in World War Two. His entire unit was killed, several of their bodies were never found. The Army said that they were killed by a land mine. Though, that was their excuse for most deaths they couldn't explain."

"It wasn't a land mine, it was a demon attack." I said after a moment.

"And how do you know this?" She asked, staring at me with her eyebrows raised slightly.

"Because of this." I pulled the journal out of my pocket and set it on the table, the photograph of David and his family resting on top of it.

Elizabeth reached forward with shaky hands and picked up the photo before she darted up, surprisingly quickly for someone her age, and vanished into another room. She was back within moments, a framed photo clutched in her hands. She sat down at the table again, setting the framed photo side by side with the one I'd given her. The photo in the frame was of a man in his formal British military clothes, a proud look on his face. A photo of David.

"Oh my God." Elizabeth said, one hand hovering over the photos and another in front of her mouth, "It's, it's really him. Where did you get this?" Her eyes snapped up to mine, searching for an answer.

"In the demon realm. I was trapped there a month ago. I found shelter in a cave, and inside I found an old camp. There was a tattered tent and a duffel bag. It was your father's camp. He'd been sucked into the demon realm while he was fighting in the war. I'm not sure how long he survived there, but I read the last few of his journal entries and they…they were the only reason I was able to make it home. What he said in those last few entries, it gave me the strength I needed to find a way home, to find a way back to my family. I wouldn't have been able to do it if it wasn't for him." I finished with a deep breath. I felt Magnus's hand clutching mine under the table and I looked over to see him staring at me, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes.

"And you brought it back," Elizabeth murmured, picking up the journal.

"Yes. I wanted to try and find you, or someone related to you to give it to if I made it back alive. I knew that if I were in your position, I would've wanted that closure. That…and I wanted to say thank you. Your father got me through what I went through alive, and I don't think I would've made it out if it wasn't for the journal. So…thank you. Thank you for having a father who helped me live."

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