A/N: This is it! The last Chapter of One Wish for the Damned! Thank you for the reviews, the hits and everything else! Hope you enjoy it and again thank you!

att. the pinguin

Disclaimer-Robert Langdon and Vittoria Vetra are Dan Brown's, no suing

XXIII

The Plaza hotel is a New York City landmark, one that caters to its guests' whims, as long as the have the spare hundreds to do so. In its magnificent lobby, however, was a waiting Vittoria Vetra, justifiably anxious with Sefirot at her side. Both were waiting for news about Robert and Raphael's well-beings. The Dominion was one that never sugarcoated any situation and that night was no exception. Vittoria had also packed a derringer, provided by Sefirot, which was hidden in a holster within the pants that she had borrowed earlier. Throughout the whole night, she and the angel had seen peculiar things, such as strange men moving about staring at them, pale women whispering about supremacy or something along the line.

"We must expect the worst from these kinds of situations." Sefirot said while he drank some of the tea provided by the staff. Vittoria squinted her eyes in a glare, already noticing the funeral aspect that Sefirot carried with him. Hell, even his Armani suit said, "They're dead, so get on with your life."

"You are a regular ray of sunshine back home aren't you?" the physicist remarked sarcastically.

Sefirot put down his cup and stared directly at Vittoria. "Miss Vetra, even if they accomplish their goal and stop Báthory's reanimation, they'd still have to fight her covenant." He explained soberly.

No shit…they're a pack of twisted people from what I found out Vittoria thought as she remembered an earlier chat she had had with the Dominion. It seemed that Nicholaus had formed her pack with the weakest of society's links; Amelia Dickinson had committed a botched suicide in order to get revenge on her boyfriend, Wolfren Armstrong was a wronged man whose family was brutally murdered by an offshoot of the Ku Klux Klan. But the most disturbing fact that the angel related to the scientist was Kimera; he had been a child mercenary that enjoyed drinking the blood of his victims long before he turned batty. All wanted one thing, one wish; the simple yet powerful desire for revenge on humanity.

"I trust Robert with my life…I'm sure he'll be fine." She replied with a weary but kind smile.

But as the night dragged on, her hope began to wane. Vittoria would get excited whenever someone went through the glass doors only to be disillusioned. Reality was about to sink in when the grandfather clocked ringed 2 am. She raised her sights to the elaborate hands and began to silently cry. Sefirot sighed reluctantly as he said,

"Raphael was a good angel…his brother would be proud.

"What's this about using past tense?" a cheery voice ringed in the Dominion's ears. He quickly spun around and, as his steely green eyes grew warm again, embraced the blonde archangel that awaited him. Vittoria joined in the exchange but became even more worried.

"Raphael…where is Langdon?" she inquired, her hope depending on Raphael's answer.

The angel's childlike face sobered almost immediately after the physicist spoke the professor's name. Vittoria's hope flickered dangerously, her face filled with sadness and horror. Had Robert…

She felt a light tap on her shoulder as to call her attention. She hesitated to turn around, her head looking at the floor to hide her tears. But when she did, she was met with a rather large sunflower bouquet. She shrieked and dropped to her floor flat on her rear while she heard a wholesome laugh that she knew so well.

"I knew you'd be surprised to see me but this is too much!" Robert joked as he helped Vittoria up. He was immediately slapped but he took it in stride and again offered the bouquet.

"I heard you liked sunflowers." Langdon said, his voice relaxed and his expression soft as he handed the flowery gift to his beloved.

Vittoria's tearful face revealed a smile, "Where'd you hear that?"

"Your father's journal." Langdon replied as he cleaned the tears off Vittoria's face with a bloody thumb. Vittoria dropped the flowers and began kissing the professor. As Robert returned the affection, he thought while the world around him melted into nothing, I'm not going to lose you again…

Three weeks later…

Langdon had avoided going near New York, much less the Harvard wing where the first murder took place. The cemetery was a much more peaceful place than the city in his opinion. Especially to mourn for the dead. The professor placed a small garland on top of a modest tombstone and began to pray for a bit. He grinned slightly as he felt a familiar presence walk towards him.

"Come to mourn the dead? I thought angels could see the souls." Langdon asked, finishing his prayer and turning his sights to the angel.

"Not my department but sure." Raphael replied with a smile.

"So how's your wing?" the professor inquired as they began walking to his new car, a sedan model to replace the one he had lost. Raphael shrugged, "Could be better."

As Robert turned on the machine, he asked, "All right, tell the what's wrong."

The archangel chuckled a bit while applying the seatbelt, "Nothing gets past you, eh Robert?"

"That and the fact that the only times you come down is when there's trouble or when you want my Quik, which by the way you owe me four cans." The professor clarified humorously.

"Ever since you killed off Nicholaus and Báthory, you threw the preternatural community in a confusion of sorts." Raphael explained.

"Not my problem. I'm a Harvard professor of symbology, not Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don't have the time or the patience to deal with things like that. " Robert responded as he reversed the car and began heading for his home.

"I thought as much." Raphael sighed, putting his sights on the ongoing road.

"But you know my help is at your beck and call." Robert stated with a smile. "So anything on Delilah?"

"She's on suicide watch back at the institution, She's been like that ever since the NYPD found Amelia's ID in a mess of body parts." The archangel told the professor, causing Robert to wince slightly. "Guess we know what happened to the parish."

In the three weeks that had gone by, the investigations of the murders had become stagnant and Sefirot warned Langdon and Vittoria not to reveal what had truly happened. Humanity isn't ready to accept the truth about their next-door neighbors, Robert repeated in his mind, especially when it came time to testify in a court of law for the janitor case.

"Heard Vittoria's moving in with you." Raphael smirked, causing Robert to laugh a bit.

"Yeah, she is. Convinced CERN that she doing some experiments here in America."

As they road became the highway, Raphael talk about all the trouble that his actions had caused back home, especially with Gabriel.

"I never did find out why that one single bullet killed Nicholaus." Robert thought out loud as he drove through some suburbs. "We got lucky that my blood got on the bullet that went through her head. It killed her on the spot." Raphael explained sheepishly. The ride went silent after the revelation. After they arrived at Robert's place, Raphael sighed sadly, "I hope you have a happy life Langdon."

"Why are you already saying goodbye? Aren't you here for a case or something?" Langdon grinned as he invited Raphael to his home.

"But you said no more preternatural!" the archangel exclaimed confused.

"I meant me going around killing around like a maniac." Robert explained with a grin. His face sobered up as he added, "I know there's a power struggle and you know as well as I do that I know shit of the supernatural and Vittoria says that it's best if you keep close ties here."

The angel gleamed as he hurried inside and related the facts about a murder with what he said it was a UFO symbol, which earned in a slap on the back the head by Robert's doing.

"Apparently you need me just as bad as I do to you." Robert stated as he stepped into his home.

This immortal blood that runs my veins

I am the bridge between heaven and hell

END of One Wish for the Damned