You may think this a strange ending. In many ways I suppose it is, but then this was a strange tale from its beginning. Without a soul you cannot love, you cannot laugh, you cannot die; but neither can you hate, nor feel tired. You see, that was the final, unintentional gift of a vengeful God to his fallen angels; a bitter-sweet, broken gift, a gift drenched and fouled in the blood of countless innocents, but a gift non-the-less. Somewhere among the fall and all that came after angels became demons, and the demons learned to hate. Somewhere along the line, the demons gained a soul.