The story continues, or rather, starts over, in Tyran again.

There didn’t seem to be much meaning in Utopia’s life after a time. An emptiness swarmed the seemingly soulless shell in which she lived, or perhaps simply resided, unliving. Let us leave that to your jurisdiction. To relieve that nagging pain, she soon met a man who at first she fought head-to-head against, then fell hopelessly in love with. Her truest enemy became engaged to her. Only, at that time, she had no idea just how deep their battles ran.

Before they were wed, Utopia discovered this perfect love come from a horrid foe was in fact the fallen Angel who, long ago, drove the sword Widowmaker into her beloved father. She had coincidentally, by the games the fates play, swooned over the very one she hunted for so many years. The engagement was broken off immediately and the man fell into a slumber for a time.

It was in due time that she discovered she was nothing without him. Perhaps it was destiny, or witchery, or some puppeteers game, that brought her back to his arms. When he awaked, he asked her what she would have of him. The woman-angel-vampire demanded he wed her as he once promised. Surprised, though delighted, he told her she could have what it was she deemed so necessary.