This was the first fanfic that I wrote under Devil May Cry and now its finish. Thanks for all of those who have gave their support.

Epilogue

Upon returning to Emersia, Nero had his long awaited discussion with Kyrie. In the mist of the morning sun, the young devil was down on his knee presenting a commitment of eternity to the one he loved. She, herself, was taken by the beauty of the occasion as an easy breeze ran playfully over the field of flowers around them. She fell to her knees with tears of joy running down her face taking Nero's hand to her own. And without any further hesitation she gave her answer, "Yes, of course I'll marry you."

She proceeded to jump on him causing them both to fall in the grass. They laughed then smiled and he placed the ring n her finger as she swept back her hair. Kyrie settled into her new fiancé's arms looking deep into his blue eyes shimmering with love but also an unsettled conflict. He lowered his head preparing to give her kiss but was stopped by the words that fated him away from her.

"You should go find her," Kyrie encouraged, knowing the full scope of Nero's trials on Hsaudo Rin.

"But she isn't…" he hesitated, wanting to immediately follow Kyrie's instructions at the same time disregard them.

"Human," she finished his sentence. "You're not either but I accepted you." Nero clutched his fist out of spite prompting Kyrie to remove his glove and hold near her heart. "It shouldn't matter, she's your mother. If I had a chance to reunite with my parents or Credo," she paused, closing her eyes, "I wouldn't let anything stand between us."

"Kyrie…" he whispered, still unable to find the words.

"Nero, I'll always be here for you," she finally leaned towards him blessing the worried soul with the long desired taste of her kiss. "Forever…"

Nero thought about Kyrie's words taking in the fact that she was the only family he had for a very long time, with the exception of Credo. He also accepted Dante, Lady, Trish and now even Vergil as surrogate family for the one he never had. But now he had a chance to change all of this and he would. In his heart he wished to meet her, talk to her and even lover her. Nero wanted to find his mother.

"Trinity…"

They stood up to watch the sunrise, Nero's demonic hand overwrapping Kyrie's. The bliss they felt now made them still to the world's calm peace. But their innocent souls knew that the sustained tranquility would not last long.

The island of Hsaudo Rin had surely been the gravesite of the six true devil lords, with the Hell Gate imploding the isle itself into a dimension of purgatory. Zahra and Beelzebub had been defeated by the wrath of Nero's devil bringer. Tatyana met the fury of Mundus' seed Mordus as he discovered the legendary blade Flamberge resting within his soul. Vergil, though lacking the favored blade Yamato, overcame his weakness to kill Marion while the occult mother of Nero, Trinity, rid the world of Divas. And in the end, with much assistance from Dante, Vergil & Nero dispelled themselves of the devil lord master, Aeolus.

After all was said and done, Hsaudo Rin remained only as a fragment adrift the sea of hell. Embedded in its land was the onyx stone remnant of Aeolus power set as a remembrance to the devil lords. But the sons of Sparda weren't the only ones to survive the hell on earth experience. One, nor devil lord or spawn of Sparda, still drew breath within this inter-dimensional prison.

The massively white demon dreaded in black horns glided down to the place of Aeolus' blade altering its form to suite mortality. He gripped the hilt as a surge of electricity pulsated through the blade and across his body. The man's, whose third eye was scarred between the lower two, body began to stream with electric currents then twisting flames that overlapped each other. The powerful devil extended his free hand to ground producing flames to drive out like a flare. Amidst the fire was conjured the devil arm of the prince of darkness, the Flamberge. Mordus had survived his encounter with Nero being consumed by his own blade and revived. And now he wished to take hold of his father's sister's treasure as well.

Suddenly, the black coat enslaving Aeolus' katana flaked of like ashes. Conquering the thunderous energy, Mordus drew both swords from the ground crossing them into the air.

"The Flamberge and now Valkyrie," Mordus commended, giving name to his newly acquired blade. "Where Aeolus failed to conquer your power, I will… Argh!" a sudden pain came over him as he dropped the blades of his predecessors to calm his mind.

"Conquer…power," an ominous voice spoke out to Mordus as he let go of his head revealing the dark red glow of his third eye. He appeared to be possessed as the unseen force that talked to him spoke from his mouth. "I have given you power and you still failed to conquer your enemies. What makes you believe you are worthy of Valkyrie as well?"

"Because Inferno," Mordus called back, his third eye now closed off from his possessor's power, "I am the vessel of your revenge. And without me you're nothing."

"Foolish child, scion of angels, speaker of the void; you exist only because I allow it. But I shall give you the same chance I presented to Mundus during his succession of hell's throne."

"I can do without your assistance," Mordus argued, still unaware of the entity's motive.

"Then be damned in this hell outside of hell. But I shall not."

Mordus began to kneel in pain as Inferno attacked his mind once before. He unwillingly fell to pick up the Flamberge and Valkyrie then rose to his feet. Mordus' demonic form started to phase in and out taking dramatic transformations each turn yet he was no longer in control to witness it. Returning to his human form Mordus, or rather, Inferno now bore a set of white angelic wings that altered black near the end. All three of his eyes, already beaming dark red, reverted to a normal state, no longer black but green, as the scar on his face, simultaneously healed.

With a sudden burst of uncanny speed the newly awakened demon flew off into the air carrying both Flamberge and Valkyrie. Unlike Mordus he knew how to escape this world and would do so to seek out his enemies. However, unbeknownst to Inferno his list of foes were growing evermore quickly.

Aside from the world Inferno wished to escape their existed three others. To those sealed between life and death was purgatory. Long ago the legendary dark knight Sparda sealed off the conjoined worlds of the humans and demons, earth and hell respectively. And the last existed to those who held no life but that of the dead, the underworld.

"This doesn't make any sense," Leviathan yelled, shrouded in a demonic cloud of energy as blood ran from his wrist. He was centered in the middle of a grotesque pool of black ooze from which mortal heads jumped up to drink his blood invoking some type of dark magic. Trinity set on the throne merely feet away from Leviathan's stance within the large hall room with a state of grievance upon her face. "This is the third time the ritual has failed."

"Maybe you need something more," Trinity protested, "We are after all still in the Human world."

"No, it doesn't matter which realm the ritual is performed the requirements remain the same. 'One who feeds the dead their blood offers their soul to that which can take it.' And Hel guarantees protection in the underworld to all who boards it. The door should have opened."

"Could something or… someone be negating it?" Trinity asked reluctantly as if she knew more than she was leading on.

"The underworld's king doesn't dismiss any to his kingdom that would willingly risk their life," Leviathan stated, breaking the ritual with a flush of ice over the dead souls. His aura broke as he paced to and from the throne contemplating the problem.

"Maybe something… or someone is caught in between."

"Why do you keep saying someone?" the highly angered devil inquired, stopping to confront his queen.

"It was just a thought," Trinity defended herself thought turning from his sight.

"No, my little devil…you know something." Leviathan ascended the steps to the throne grabbing Trinity by her throat and pushing her against its back. "Tell me," his eyes began to glisten as a glaze of ice slowly crawled over neck.

"Stop it," Trinity said plainly and uncaringly, "I'm getting cold." Leviathan snatched back throwing Trinity to the grown, upset that he was unable to intimidate her.

"Oww," she taunted sitting up and wiping the blood from her mouth. She stood and walked towards Leviathan who sat down in his chosen throne. She pulled his head back by his hair then ran her fingernails across his neck back and forth. "You're very bold for someone who has yet to gain their fill of power."

The rim of Leviathan's eyes started to glow slightly with a magenta gleam as his body began to shake uncontrollably. They began to drip droplets of blood that slid off his icy face. He tried to speak but was unable to force out of Trinity's power.

"If you ever threaten my life again, I will kill you."

As Trinity walked away from Leviathan's presence he fell to the ground gasping for air and laughing. "Don't go to bed mad," he joked though truly hurt by Trinity's power. He restored her powers to their full function but he never suspected that she was stronger than him, bearing the majority of the devil lord's power. "Are you not going to tell me what you know," he stood up fully flicking the frosted blood drops from his face.

Trinity stopped before the doorway not sure if she should reward Leviathan for his violation of her. But in the end she succumbed to her better judgment knowing that the oncoming force she suspected was an enemy to both of them and someone she couldn't face alone.

"Sparda didn't kill Astaroth," she broke her silence.

Leviathan's eyes snapped open with a sudden terrified fear and doubt as if he had heard the name of death itself. "That fool," he blurted, "Is he really that just to spare the greatest of his enemies from death or his stupidity that overwhelming."

"Whichever you decide him to be doesn't matter. I've foreseen Astaroth's awakening and Sparda isn't here to defeat him again."

"He'll come for us…"

"And we must be prepared…"

Though they had restored their demonic powers to their full extent and then some, Leviathan and Trinity still had an enemy that even they felt threatened by. But such evil would not exist if Sparda had done what so many others would have. What were his motives for such actions? And if Trinity's premonition comes true can one of Sparda's off springs defeat the unexpected darkness foretold?

"Well, I can't really say I'm happy after what just happened to you…but if you think leaving is what's best, then I can't stop you," Dante stated as he held his private conversation with Lady.

After dropping off Nero to Emersia, Vergil had disappeared while the three, including Trish, returned to Devil May Cry. A couple of days had passed as Dante was made to play house nurse to his lovely co-workers as they healed. Yet, when it came to Trish Dante suspected her to be playing for such a rare occurrence. Lady, though not fully healed, had insisted on leaving the trio for awhile as soon as she was able to walk properly even against Dante wanting her to stay.

"I told you I'm not leaving Devil May Cry Dante," she argued, upset at the fact that he didn't believe her. "It's just recently Emersia's demonic population has steadily begun to rise and," she tried to ignore Dante's ignoring of her explanation, "and Nero wanted me to protect Kyrie whilst he searches for Trinity." Dante stayed ignorant. "Are you listening?" she yelled, slamming her hands into the desk.

Dante twirled around in the chair and leaned forward to grab Lady's hand. Her eyes widened then dropped lowly as they began to slightly tear up looking into Dante's.

"Is it because of the kiss…?" Dante questioned, knowing he had pushed their relationship to a stage they weren't ready to take.

"Dante I…"

"Is Dante still giving you a hard time," Trish interrupted, coming from the back room alert to Lady snatching her hand from Dante's, "Don't let him get under your skin. He'd do the same if it were me," she laughed knowing this to be a lie.

"Aren't you suppose to be gone already," Dante questioned.

"Nero…didn't actually want me to accompany him so…I'm just going to follow him."

"You mean spy."

"No, it's a recon job."

"Sure…"

"It would hurt you too much to find your mother's killer is still alive," Trish thought, realizing he could never do what she had prepared to do herself. "And the fact that she's Nero's mother would cause too much despair for the both of you."

"Well, I'm going now," Lady stood already posted at the door.

"Have a nice trip," Trish bid her farewell, sitting on Dante's desk.

"Bye Dante," she spoke, exiting before he could say a word.

He stood up and walked next to Trish as an unexpected smack came across his arm, "You are so bad at this." Dante just rubbed his arm unable to defend himself do to the truth of the issue.

"Dante!" they heard Lady call from outside causing an erupt sprint to the door. The two devils bumped into each other as they stopped before a distraught Lady. With little to say for her outburst, the glare of her eyes gave light to the reason. Opposite to Devil May Cry was a moderately tall building cutting of the array of the setting sun. Atop the insignificant site the sunlight distorted the view of the dark toned figure stood upon it. But there was no doubt to any of the three devil hunters who the man was for he had overcome death itself to be there.

He was the dark slayer…Vergil, "Dante…"

To be continued…