Epilogue

Estoril, coast of Portugal, present tense 

The red convertible parked on the side of the road, between the asphalt and the steel wall. In addition to 

road, the beach stretched to the horizon, rising to a cliff beyond. In the sky, seagulls 

They danced, sometimes diving into the evening sea. 

Ablon turned the car key and turned off the engine. Beside him, Shamira took off her sunglasses to 

enjoy the splendor of the landscape. 

— Why did we stop? she asked. 

— Just an old Atlantean custom — replied the celestial. From under the bench he pulled out a package 

small. He opened the car door and walked towards the wall. - I will be back in a moment. 

— Don't rush — suggested the woman, fascinated by the scene. — For me, I would stay here forever. 

The angel descended to the sand and walked to the edge of the ocean. From the package, he took out an ancestral compendium, a 

thick, old-looking book, with yellowed pages, but no inscription. I was in 

white, and no title covered its cover. 

— The Book of Life — he whispered to himself, remembering his dreamlike existence, an experience almost 

chimerical, which now only resisted in memories. 

At the testimony of the sun, the cherub threw the volume into the sea. The tome skimmed the surface, floated and 

then it slowly sank. Meanwhile, a symbol boiled on his arm, like a seal engraved in 

iron. The mark burned like a scorched sign, until it went out completely. The necromancer's spell was 

full. The second rune — the mind rune — completed its function, preserving the angel's memory 

warrior. 

The last link with a decrepit universe submerges — thought the cherub, as he immersed the Book of Life. 

A new chance opens up to the world. 

Fulfilled, he returned to the convertible, delivering the tome to the depths. 

— What a beautiful day! — exclaimed the sorceress, contemplating the crystal clear sea. A weak breeze stirred their 

dark strands. 

— The most beautiful of all — agreed the celestial. 

The girl's attention ran through the clouds and slid to the horizon. 

— Sometimes I dream about the end of the world — she confessed, admired by the beauty of the coast. - I am 

thinking about the prophecies of the Apocalypse, and if one day the human species will really destroy the planet, 

as described in the holy book. 

In the driver's seat, Ablon moved away from the steering wheel. 

— The Apocalypse is the beginning of a kingdom of peace, after a period of great changes — he explained. — Yeah. 

what all religions tell us, despite their fateful character. The end of the world will not be an era of 

death, but of rebirth. The Apocalypse will not come through war, but through evolution. At least I 

so I believe. 

The necromancer tenderly touched the winged man's face, but his face was still confused. 

- What it was? — worried the angel. 

"Nothing," she acknowledged. — It's just that, suddenly, I felt like I was waking up from a nightmare. 

Ablon welcomed her into his arms, brought her to his face and kissed her for a long time. 

—Then don't fall asleep. 

Turning to the road, he started the car. 

— Where are we going? — she wanted to know, tying her locks with a red ribbon. 

—What does it matter? 

The car returned to the center of the lane, and the driver accelerated. 

On the beach, a fish jumped over the waves, and a crab hid in its hole. A little black pebble, 

brought by the current, it rolled on the sand, shining in the afternoon rays. 

It was an ordinary piece of basalt, but a strange character was drawn on top, carved in 

bas-relief. Its contours were like those of the Atlantic runes, those engraved on the great obelisk of 

ancient capital. Once, a renegade angel threw the fragment into the sea, but this only happened in 

dreams, in an illusory and fantastic reality, long forgotten. Now the stone returned to the 

true universe, responding to the will of its bearer. 

It was a peace rune. 

END