A/N: I am a person of my word and I have promised a kind of omake or epilogue for Lady Luce. Enjoy! EDIT: 11/15/2008 No real changes here, just rearranging a chapter.


Epilogue:

Vergil and Malina made their way up the hilly the cemetery to three white headstones. There they laid flowers for Eva, Lady and Dante who was buried between the two. He shed a tear for his fallen family and nothing more, keeping with the old saying, "Devils never cry." Vergil crouched near Dante's head stone and began speaking to Malina, "A long time ago, Dante and I used to come out here to lay flowers on Mom's grave and reminisce about at least one good thing we remembered." Vergil let out a small sigh. "I haven't known Lady that long, but she still supported Dante in taking me in after I escaped from the underworld. Mom... I remembered that no matter what was going on, she always had time to play with us. And there was Dante, always being Dante. It's so hard to pick just one instance. He was perpetually kind and carefree; despite the hand life dealt him. I remember that he used to be afraid of the dark and I of lightning. In the middle of the night or during a storm, he and I always found ourselves huddled in the same, tiny, twin-sized bed. Back in the orphanage, he would be slated for adoption and time and time again he would sabotage his own chances for a new family because it meant that we would be split up."

"It seems that even back then, he was always thinking of you."

"And here I was, treating him badly because I couldn't get my own head out of my ass."

"He never treated me unfairly, but I couldn't see past what he was."

"We both have sins to atone for," Vergil finally said.

"I'm going to head on back," Malina said, knowing that Vergil would need some alone time.

Vergil stood in front of that granite head stone for what seemed like an eternity. He stood so still that a passer by would have probably mistaken him for a statue. "Aww, why the long face, Verg," he heard a voice say. His head snapped up to just above the grave site he was staring at. A familiar figure stood behind the headstone with his elbows resting on the top and his hands holding his face.

The same height, same build and the same white hair that complemented the very same cerulean eyes. "Dante... you always do have a way of popping up in the most unexpected places."

"Unexpected," Dante questioned as he stepped out from behind his own grave, "I knew that I would find you here. I take it that Malina is doing well. How's Trish and Lucia?"

"They're fine. They are just a little freaked out right now."

"Hmm. How so?"

"It seems that a certain someone or some spiritas been secretly leaving little trinkets around the house." Vergil was giving Dante something akin to a sideways look.

"What me," Dante asked with mock reproach. "I couldn't help it! It's not like they believe that beyond-the-grave stuff anyhow. So..."

"So..." Vergil picked up a white flower. "Any luck getting in?"

"Into heaven? No, not yet. My case is still in 'review'." Dante picked up a red flower and looked around. His eyes finally settled on his mother's grave. "I still do—," he trailed off.

"Miss us," Vergil finished. Dante nodded. "Mom, Lady, and you were the last thing I saw in this life," Dante softly said, "And there's a real chance that I won't be able to see them again; not that I'm upset about it. They're in a better place, right?"

Dante put on a grin and said, "There's no use in being so glum. What brings you out here? It's not any of our birthdays or anniversaries to speak of..."

"Just thinking."

"About?"

"A lot of things... Do you remember when were about eight and we had separate rooms for the first time?"

"Yeah... it was a disaster. I refused to sleep alone. I used to climb into the same bed as you and then you'd say that I was banned because I took up too much room and too much of the blankets."

"Yeah. But the truth was that I didn't mind it, because I was just as afraid of being alone. I remembered that your breathing matched my own and that's what comforted me the most. Do you remember the crazy things you did to keep yourself from being adopted?"

Dante let out a small chuckle confirming the shared memory. "I remember that you did some equally crazy stuff. But it boiled down to the same thing; I didn't want to be alone. Knowing that I was going to be carted off to some strange family scared me more than anything."

"Two sides of the same coin...I guess we were just that lucky to have each other."

Dante reached into his pocket and tossed Vergil something metallic and slightly heavy. Vergil caught it any looked down at the object in his hand. It was a two-headed coin. "We make our own luck," he heard Dante say. He looked up to see that his twin had disappeared and the red flower that he once held was now resting the granite stone, just above the epitaph, "Dante Redgrave: Beloved brother and friend. A greater friend to man than Prometheus."


How'd you like it? I am still open to requests and suggestion (despite what my status says.) Prometheus was a friend to man... he brought us fire. This is great way to describe Dante here because Dante protects humans from demons and Prometheus shielded man from the pushy Greek gods of Olympus. What do you think?