Staring in silence at the thousands of flickering jars of candles that were hung up outside the front of the building that had once been known as the "Devil May Cry", illuminating the dozens of tear stained faces of the many people that once great man had selflessly helped. Ridding their lives of those dreadful beasts, helping to keep the flames of their souls forever burning.

Dark clouds had begun to roll across the evening sky, darkening the once bright down, having been lit by his flame, his gentle fire that had always came to dry up their tears, showing them that they could fight on even if the battle seemed hopeless.

They could fight on...

Thunder rumbled over head, shaking a few of the children as they clutched to their parents. No adult was shaken by the sound, nor the stirring in the air, this was a time that they had to be brave, this was a time that they had to take the reigns and make something of themselves.

No longer would they have anyone to fight for them, they had to fend for themselves and learn to hold strong against the storm.

Footsteps echoed through the street, soft footfalls resounding around them as the small crowd parted, letting a tall figure dressed in Cerulean pass through, the wind causing his coat tails to billow out behind him.

No one stopped him from drawing near, no one dared to, this man was someone who had come to be known as a fellow Hunter, related to the fallen one that they all loved so dearly. Striding up to the front of the shop, he reached over his shoulder, removing the large broad sword from his back. In a manner befitting his twins, with the anger that he felt, the sadness and the over whelming pain that was boiling within his gut, with a force unlike anyone on this earth, he plunged the sword into the steps. His speed had been impeccable, ensuring that he did not so much as crack the stairs. Drawing in a breath, he straightened his posture, looking down to the sword as his eyes dimmed as he looked to the sword, the skull had been fractured and the eyes no longer held a steely glow.

Lightning flashed, illuminated his tear stained face as he bowed his head. "Go in peace...my brother."

Taking hold of his beloved blade, he drew her from her sheath, a long resounding 'shing' echoing around him, that having startling the towns folk, but the way he held her, told them that he was not a threat.

Lifting his free hand, he took hold of his pony tail, a stern expression washing over his face. Closing his eyes, he bowed his head, with a quick hand, he sliced off his pony tail, the sound echoing through time.

Lowering both his hand and his sword, he looked to the pony tail, his eyes glowing a dark azure as he held the hair over a large flame, watching as it quickly burned away. "I lived...and died with you."

Re-sheathing his sword, he drew in another breath before turning on his heel, turning his back on the shop, the once happy place he had come to know as his home. But no longer, this place was nothing but a bitter place, filled with anger and sadness...his last moments with his brother...had been trying, they had spent hours arguing and his last words...would forever haunt him...

'Just go then! I care not for these games! Go! GET OUT OF MY LIFE!'

He refused to cry anymore, he would never cry, this Devil would never cry again.

Pulling a zippo lighter out of his front breast pocket, followed by a pack of cigarettes, he slipped one of the cancer sticks between his lips. Flicking open the lighter, he lit the first of many cigarettes, before slicking his hair back.

Sauntering down the street, he spoke one final thing, more to himself than anyone else...perhaps to the soul that still lingered here...

"In the morning...everythings fine in the morning, the rain will be gone in the morning...but I'll still be here in the morning..."