Epilogue
The unseen observer blinked back tears as he watched the hero fall to Tam’rah’s deceit. He’d tried to stop the tragedy from unfolding by cutting Sam’s brakes, but the demon hidden in the young woman was stronger than the observer had suspected. He never suspected that an actual daughter of the enemy would enact such a risky plan. To think that she’d subjected herself to saltwater, weakening herself and losing her memory, to ultimately end up here. The observer wasn’t used to seeing anything this devious from the denizens of hell. It was almost a selfless act, something he thought minions of evil and deceit were incapable of.
He would be in trouble for his interference in the life of a mortal. Interference in His plan for them. It was hard to see humanity struggle with their own conflicts, their own wars. But it was impossible for the observer to watch the minions of hell play with humanity. He had to do something.
Despite the observer’s best efforts under the rules he must follow, a mortal had sacrificed himself for a princess of darkness. Such a sacrifice made of pure intentions for one so evil allowed a portal to the underworld to open. Denizens of hell could now pass between realms with impunity. No longer would they need to possess a human body to manifest on Earth.
“What will I tell Him?” he asked himself. Already he could feel the displeasure from above because of his interference in mortal affairs. The observer would have to return and account for his actions.
He would not repent of them, that much he knew for sure. How could he sit idly by while a demon twisted Sam’s heart to her own ends? The Observer was a warrior, not content to watch from the sidelines like Him. Shouldn’t it be enough that one side had broken the rules? How could He watch from his high perch and not feel for the plight of these weak creatures?
The Observer's immortal foe, Samael, was helping her too. He had a score to settle with that one. A score dating all the way back to the fall. The observer’s wings still ached from when Samael tried to rip them off. The Lord had interfered then on his behalf, but that had been millennia ago. Before the pact of noninterference in humanity’s affairs.
The Observer took a few steadying breaths. Revenge was an unholy emotion, and one he couldn’t allow himself. Perhaps it was time to return. Maybe he had spent too much time with the mortals and needed to cleanse himself in His presence.
He turned away from the horrors that even now were beginning to pour into the mortal world. Horrors that would maim, torture, and kill his beloved mortals. To interfere now would mean the loss of his position and title.
The loss of any ability to return to the glory of His presence.
He ignored the tears that streamed down his cheeks as he ascended to heaven. Sam’s soul rode with him. Despite what his act had wrought his act of sacrifice had been pure. The man’s soul was worthy of an escort to Heaven.
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