((A/n)): Friendly reminder this isn't the canon ending to the story,, canonically, everyone dies- and the story ends when (y/n) finally gets to live her life out in her oceanic paradise. This bonus simply explores the idea of- well, what if they didn't die? I hope you enjoy!

        The serenity of the beach's gently crashing waves was nearly overwhelming. At some point in what little fraction of a life I could recall, I probably would have told you that I knew what it was like to be calm. In fact, I probably could have argued that the night's I'd spent with the doctor, laying out in the grass and looking up at that endlessly perfect sky, would have been considered calm. But now, having fallen entirely from that almost torturously eventful life, I would tell you I had never known the word until now.

        The gentle waters no longer held me in its reckless maw but lapped gently at my toes, which were submerged just along the sandy shore. It was silent, all but the gulls from above and the soft, kissing breeze that washed over me.

        There was something about it that felt so ominously right- but unfortunately, something in the air told me that I wasn't allowed to stay much longer. I was lost in some sort of tranquil paradise, and soon, the search party would drag me back to a life I didn't want. The soppy sand beneath my feet grew muddy- like quicksand beneath my soles, dissolving and slipping between my toes and riding up my legs-

        I fell right through the clouds of paradise and crashed through the waves of heaven- falling so suddenly into the darkness of hell, all redemption lost.

        I reached to grab the edge of my dreams, but it fell between my fingers and was sucked away from existence- out of sight and out of mind. The inky embrace of what could have been considered death was slowly letting me go, pardoning my pain and trading me back to life- but I was fighting to stay in its comforting dark cloak.

        I struggled now, to avoid the breath that drowned me, but despite my efforts, the abyss that had filled my vision slowly lifted from the haze and the harsh, painful reality struck.

        I wasn't dead.

        Immediately I was hit with a silence so loud it was nearly deafening. It pressed to my ears like muddy water which the world around me dug at with piercing claws- raking the silence into a horrid ringing. It plagued my head with a migraine unlike any other- but it was the first of many horrors.

        I winced, but it only worsened my form. I whined thereafter, unable to bite back my own cries as my numbed body gave way to all forms of pain. Finally, though, my vision struggled the blur.

        The sky around me still seemed like an inky black abyss- but only because the stars had been blotched away with that of smoke. In fact, one could argue I had been thrown so far into the air moments prior I'd landed myself right next to one- the cabin a bright, blazing ember that spilled from the cabin.

        My senses were coming to, one by one, all up until I found myself sitting up slowly- fighting the aching of my form as I watched the blaze. It became apparent to me now that I had the opportunity to get up and walk away and start a brand new life of my own. Though, I didn't know if this was truly what I wanted- I wanted to return to my oceanic paradise, honestly.

        Though, as I stared into the blistering flames, something seemed to cast a shadow between it all. An opaque object- like somehow, a small fraction of the walls that had long since crumbled away was still standing in the midst of it all.

        But then, it moved.

        It grew- doubled, no- tripled in size. It came in my direction at this point- until my hazy vision was able to tell it was the silhouette of a person. A tall, broad figure- large wings sprawled from their back, molting away under the pressure of the heat. An angel. There was an angel in those flames.

        "Angel," I managed, my voice broken and raspy- I supposed it was here to take me back to that island I had fallen so far from- a guardian, knowing I don't belong here.

        "Angel, this world has been cruel to me," I cried, angered- my nose scrunching as I begged to be taken away from it. I pushed onto my hands, now, tears rolling down my cheeks and staining through the blood and ash.

        The being continued through the quake of the explosion- burning through the harsh flame. For a moment, I wondered vaguely if angels burn- but in the end, I didn't figure it was my job to question it.

        I crawled to meet the angel, watching in wonder as they stepped over the last of the burning walls- grabbing the wall with callused hands and slipping its bulky form over the side- but it was now, with my closeness to the being, I realized it's rugged features wore a mask of anger.

        I cleared my throat.

        Do angels anger?

        "Angel?" I murmured, squinting now- for a moment, I wondered if maybe I'd hit my head too hard, perhaps I was seeing things- but it was now I realized just who's those rugged features belonged.

        Damian.

        The angel of death.

       Who's touch makes a body run cold and the mind run still-

        Damian.

        The angel of death.

        My angel of death.

        Did he hold the keys to my paradises gates? Surely he would put up with me no longer, and sentence me to the death I was yearning for.

        His raven-black wings rattled- then folded in toward himself, not stopping as he continued forth, all singed and burned. Though just looking at him, anyone could tell the anger he was stricken with was unparalleled to the fury of the flames behind him. The blaze roared louder than any lion, but every tiger which dared to test their anger lived within his chest. Teeth bared as smoke spilled from their maw-

        The pain I writhed with fell under the fear, adrenaline forming as fast as lightning may strike the sky. I was terrified, but somehow relieved- knowing maybe he had the power to send me back to my realm of peace.

        Despite the thought, this relief that perhaps I would be returned to that perfect sanctuary- panic settled as he dawned in closer. I found myself squirming- struggling against all odds to get up onto my feet.

        How could he still stand? How could he walk the crackling flames as if it hadn't hurt him in the least bit?

        An angel could never- but a demon? A demon could walk the pits of hell without a scratch.

        "A-Angel- Damian-" I called out, panicked, "Damian I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, on my feet now and limping through the underbrush, leaning into the nearest trees and clawing desperately for their help.

        Unfortunately, however, the doctor was much faster. Burned and injured, tracking blood from open wounds as he walked- each step was a large section of the grass blotched with blood. Despite it all, though, he was catching up fast.

        Before I knew what was to become of myself, his hand- barren and scarred- snagged around my neck and yanked me fully into his hold

        I gasped, crying out sharply as he watched.

        "D-doctor!"

        "Damian!" he yelled, a harmonious melody of each and every scrawling demon and fiery tiger within his ribs.

        Suddenly, my form was thrown forward- crashing to the ground with such impact I felt I was paralyzed. He mounted my back with a stern heel, digging harshly to the bloodied bones.

        I couldn't do anything but cry, too weak and pained to fight against him as the dirt beneath my dirtied my wounds and darkened the smokey film over my skin.

        "You pathetic wretch," he hissed, "so fragile, so ignorant- you cannot face such a hostile worse without me!" he growled, now, "I will not let you go! You are but the one thing in this bleak existence I ever wish to call my own!" he kicked his foot off of me, nudging me to the side lightly before ducking and grabbing me up by the hair, "So that is what you are! The one and only thing that will ever belong to me, and you would be much more foolish than you've already become to think you could take that from me!"

        Suddenly, I met his eyes- lifted from the ground and pulled to his level.

        "D-Damian I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry-" I begged, almost trying to reason with him or something. It was to no avail, though.

        "You better be! You bitch! You ungrateful fiend!" he snarled through what seemed like dagger-like fangs- all before I was pulled to his chest, hugged tightly as he crouched and sprung up through the trees- large, crisped wings taking us to the skies.

        The breath was taken right out of me- and I watched as the wreckage grew distant- the sirens and the firemen who were coming one by one- try as they might to find evidence- find the one behind it all- we were long gone.

        My nose scrunched, and sobs rang out from my lips- but the doctor just sifted a hand through my hair and kept on his way to nowhere in particular-

        "Hush, doll. It's all over, now." he whispered- my head falling and burying my face away in his shoulder, "it's just you and me.."

"it's just you and me.." 

(A/n): I'm sorry it took so long,,!! I went on a hibernation period. 

@NeverWillBeContained is the winner of the raffle,,!! As for everyone who entered their name, they'll get their own personal art of the doctor from me,,

I'm getting all the fan art together for release soon, and I'll be sending out all that doctor art sometime after ArtFight is over,,!! It's been such a great run you guys, I'm thankful for each and every one of you- but it's finally over,, thank you all for the spectacular years of writing!! I look forward to more to come,,

I love you!! 

Tootles ,,,