The Morning Light Filtered Through The Enormous Glass Windows Of The Blackwood Mansion, Bathing Everything In A Soft, Golden Hue. For The First Time In Months, There Was No Scream, No Storm, And No Threat Of Shadows Looming Over Their Heads.
Aria Sat Quietly On The Edge Of The Bed, Fingers Clutching The Soft Fabric Of Her Nightgown. Her Heart Was Beating With A Strange Calm. It Was Over. The Darkness, The Contracts, The Pain — All Of It.
Lucien Walked In, Barefoot, Holding A Small Black Box In His Hand.
She Looked Up. "What's That?"
He Walked Toward Her And Knelt On One Knee.
"It's Not Just A Ring," He Said Quietly. "It's A Promise. This Time, No Contracts. No Threats. Just Me. Just You. And A Life We Build — Together."
Aria's Eyes Filled With Tears As He Opened The Box.
Inside Was A Simple Diamond Ring. Elegant. Beautiful. Real.
Lucien Held It Out. "Marry Me Again, Aria Elwood. But This Time... Out Of Love."
She Nodded Slowly, Smiling Through The Tears. "Yes. This Time, I Do."
They Didn't Need A Grand Ceremony.
They Had Faced Hell.
And Chosen Each Other.
Lucien Pulled Her Into His Arms. "No More Running."
"No More Secrets," She Whispered.
They Kissed — Soft, Final, Eternal.
The Devil Had Fallen.
But In Aria's Arms, He Had Risen Again.
~ The End ~