Bre grinned as Nephilos bowed to her and she wrapped her arms around Helkior. "Could we really have died?" She asked, eyes wide." She reached up and pulled his chin. "Lover." She said, love clear in her voice. She got a thoughtful look at their question about wedding location and shook her head. "Neither. I don't like big to-dos. I want a simple wedding with the absolutely needed people there." She never took her eyes from Helk.<br/>She stretched up and pressed her lips to his, flicking her tongue along his closed lips and running a hand in his hair, gently touching his small horns.<br/>"Will my kids have horns?!" The sudden thought stuck her and she pulled out of the kiss.<br/>"And thank you, my soul. You've saved me from a life of reaping souls." She cling to him. "Can we go somewhere privet? I'm tired." She droppedd her head onto his should and kissed his neck.<br/>She could feel every muscle and bone and cartilage in her body. The bone deep ache she felt was partially from before, and partially from the transformation. She leaned on her soon-to-be husband and sighed. Her eyes drifted closed slowly and a picture of Helkior smiling at her stayed in her mind. She feel asleep with the scent of him in her nose and the feel of him against her body.<br/>For the first time in years, she felt safe. A part of her stirred in response, coiling like a snake.<br/>Death. He still had the scars from her nightmares.