Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or anything that pertains to them. I wish I owned Dante though. He is so cool! I only own the characters Gabriel© and Amara©, but she will not show up much in this fic. Yup, Gabriel is mine so let's not have another incident where I see a story with my character in it. So do not sue me because I got nothing of value, except for my PS2 and my Devil May Cry game. Oh and my brand new Devil May Cry 2! ^_^

Lady Deadly Nightshade: Due to popular demand here is the final chapter of my story. I thank all of you with all my heart for the support you showed me after that unpleasant incident where someone took my character, my baby. LOL, yup Gabriel is my baby, my creation. It took some of the pain away after I read all your kind words. Who knew my story was so popular and loved by so many. I thank you again, very much! ^_^ I hope you guys enjoy reading the final chapter of this story. It was a pleasure to write the story and one day after I put this 'stealing character incident' behind me, I hope to write another DMC fic. Well enough of my blabbing. On to the story! Oh yea, read and review, please! ^_^

Lady Deadly Nightshade: Oh I have some personal comments to some of my reviewers. Here they go!

Athar Luna- One of my good friends that never fail to review my stories as soon as they are posted. Even when her computer is on the fritz! I think she'd sell her soul to the devil just so she can read my new chapters. Lol, jk! She doesn't need to do that, because she has privileges. A perk from knowing the author! ^_~

J. CA- Thank you for saying I capture the emotions so well, who would have thunk it! Yeah the plot is kind of old fashioned, but what can I say? I'm an old fashion type of girl! ^_^ LoL, Trish did do some things! Besides it can't be a DMC fic without Trish. She was Gabriel's guide, she flew the plane, and she did other stuff that I can't remember.   

Jobi- your last review really touched me. It made me laugh and cry especially the part where you were talking about Gabriel. Yeah, I have a visual of him in my head too and I guess that's why everyone likes him. Because to me, it's like his real, a real person. I think I made him too believable! Lol, I'm glad you think he's hotter then Dante! In my mind he is too! ^_~ I'm sorry I had to single you out, but your words really touched me. Everyone's words did, but yours the most.

Ms. Cornell- You get a shout out  too because you went to buy a new box of tissues just to read the last chapter. So this chapter is for you too, so those tissues won't go to waste! ^_~

1- Interesting review name, lol. Why did I decide to come back? I can't really say why, I just thought it wasn't fair to leave you guys hanging. The story should have an ending. Is that a good reason? ^_^

S.N. Viernum-   I'm a traitor, huh? Told ya there was one final chapter. ^_~ Remember you were threatening me with your boot well after you read this chapter, you must just have to use it on yourself. Lol, ^_~  BTW, when are we going to start our joint fic?

LDN: There are too many of you, I can't single everyone out, but I tell you what. I dedicate the last chapter of the story to all of you, for being the best reviewers in the world. The bestest, bestest, bestest, reviewers ever! ^_^ Well enjoy and please review after! Thanks!

Chapter 14- Realistic Dreams

            Dante walked into the gigantic room through the giant double doors. As soon as he had entered the room, he released a loud gasp. The Nelo loomed over a figure, a very familiar figure. Dante was looking at the Nelo attacking himself; well a red clad Dante because Dante was dressed in black. He realized that when he glanced down at himself. Dante knew the scene all to well and he glanced around the room looking for something. There off to the side, stood what Dante was looking for. Gabriel, his son, stood there, the white light slowly diminishing off his form. Then in slow motion, Dante saw the Nelo about to attack the red clad Dante. The black dressed Dante's attention was diverted as he noticed a blur of movement go past him.            

            "No!" Dante cried out. He ran forward at full speed and stepped in between the Nelo and Gabriel, but the blade still went through him and into Gabriel. Dante turned back in time to see Gabriel fall into the arms of the other Dante.

            "No!" He called out in anguish. "I can't bear to see this again!" Dante said looking down at the tragic scene unfolding in front of his eyes. He closed his eyes and turned away from it.

            Dante felt someone shaking him and his eyes fluttered open. "Dante, wake up!" He heard Trish screaming at him, right by his ear. A sound sounding like a sob escaped her lips.

            "What is it?" Dante muttered groggily, relieved that he had been dreaming, but still slightly annoyed that he had been woken so rudely. He was finally able to sleep ever since Amara had come visit him.      

            "Dante you're not going to believe this!" Trish exclaimed her face registering a mixture of astonishment and excitement. Her eyes were full of unshed tears.

            "Trish, what's wrong?" Dante asked confused, seeing the look on her face.

            "You're not going to believe this! Just come with me downstairs!" She grabbed a hold of his arm and pulled him up from the bed. He had fallen asleep fully clothed so he didn't protest as Trish dragging him off his bed.

            She led him out of his room and down the stairs. Dante stood by the foot of the stairs and watched Trish curiously. Trish walked around frantically through Devil Never Cry, apparently searching for something. She walked into Dante's office, walked over to the front door and peered outside. Unsatisfied by finding nothing there she stepped back in and closed the door, leaning against it.

            Dante, meanwhile, had walked over to his desk and noticed that the frame holding Gabriel's picture was face down on the desktop. He quickly fixed it and stood beside his desk. During the time, Dante fixed the frame Trish had come over to the desk and had slumped down in a chair. Utter disappointment on her face and she released a deep sigh. "I don't understand!" She said on the brink of tears. Her voice wavered. "He was right here! I know I saw him!"

            "He was right here!" She practically screamed, looking at Dante.

            Dante walked over to her. He kneeled down beside her and held her hand. "Who was here?" He asked compassionately.

            "Gabriel." She said barely above a whisper.

            Dante tensed at the sound of his son's name and squeezed Trish's hand tighter. "Are you sure he was here?" He asked her, his voice tense. "Maybe it was a dream?" He added. 

            Trish shook her head, negatively. "It wasn't a dream. He was right here!" Tears fell from her eyes. "Dante, I swear to you, I wasn't seeing things! I saw him!" She insisted.

            Dante wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. He was skeptical that she had seen Gabriel, but then again he had seen Amara. It didn't seem right to doubt Trish, but there was no proof Gabriel had been there. Then again, maybe he did show himself to her. There was proof he was gone though, that grave at the cemetery with his name on the tombstone. That was his only proof that Gabriel had ever existed.

             "It's all right Trish, but Gabriel is gone. No matter how much we wish for him to be here with us, it can't be. He's gone and he's not coming back." Dante's voice wavered as he spoke the words. He couldn't believe he was finally saying these words. He had said them to himself many times, but it felt good saying them aloud so he could hear them. He cleared his voice after speaking; he was trying to maintain control of himself.

            He stroked her hair and comforted her. "We just have to accept that." He told her and broke away from her. Trish was still crying and Dante handed her one of his shirts that for many months had lain crumpled by his desk.

            Trish took it and without a second glance used it to wipe the tears away. She caught a whiff of the shirt and recoiled in disgust. Dante tried to stifle a laugh at the look on her face, but he failed miserably. He broke into a heartily laugh at Trish's expense. Trish looked at him in contempt, but then she burst into laugher herself. It felt good to see Dante smile. Besides, she should know better then to put Dante's dirty clothes near her face. Dante's clothes had a not so appealing smell to them, especially when they had been lying around dirty for months.

            "Very classy, dad." A voice spoke up interrupting their laughing fit. Dante and Trish stopped laughing and turned to look at each other. They both had a 'you heard that too, right?' look on their faces. Upon confirming they both had heard the voice they turned toward the direction where they had heard it.

            There leaning casually against the wall with his arms across his chest stood the owner of the voice. He was leaning at the threshold of the door to Devil Never Cry and he was clad all in white.

            "Gabriel?" Dante asked incredulously. He took a few steps toward Gabriel but stopped. A voice in his mind told him it could be a trick and not a very entertaining one at that.

            "Dad, it's me." Gabriel reassured him. He took a few steps toward them, the door closing behind him.

            Trish got on her feet and rushed over to Gabriel. Putting her arms around him and holding him tightly in her arms. "It really is you!" Trish declared.

            "But how can it be possible?" Dante concluded.

            Gabriel looked his father in the eye and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I know I died, but I guess I wasn't totally gone. I lingered somewhere in the planes of life and death." He gazed down at Trish, who still held him and then he glanced back to his father. Dante looked at him suspiciously. Gabriel knew that his father was still full of doubt and denial, even though he stood there, very solid in Trish's arms. Gabriel mulled over words in his head. What could he say to take his father's doubt away.

            "I saw mom." He blurted out suddenly. He couldn't really explain how he had come back. Why his heart was beating, why he was breathing, but maybe by telling his father that he had seen her, it would explain some things. "She was very beautiful." He added.

            "Yes she was." Dante replied softly. "That she was." He remembered when he had seen her in his room. The message she had given him, the locket and that oh so sweet kiss. "I also saw her." Dante told him.

            Gabriel looked amazed, but not completely in shock.

            "I told her that it wasn't fair you were taken from me. We had barely found each other again. It was my fault we weren't together. I sent you to that orphanage to keep you safe. I should have just raised you, regardless of the risks, but I wanted you to live a normal life." Dante's voice wavered as he spoke, his eyes misted over.

            Gabriel seeing his father on the verge of tears brought him to tears as well. "You did the right thing, father. I don't blame you or hate you for what you did. You thought it was the best thing to do. I'm just glad we were given a second chance." Gabriel's voice broke as he spoke through his tears, causing Trish to give him a gentle squeeze of comfort. He smiled for an instant. "Not to mention, very thankful that mom has friends in high places."

            Dante walked over to them, reached out and squeezed Gabriel on the shoulder. "I am too, son." Dante said.

            Gabriel wrapped his arms around his father and they hugged. All three of them releasing tears of joy. Finally, they would have a happy reunion.

            "It's great to have you guys both back." Trish murmured in their arms. Smiles spread on Dante and Gabriel's faces. She couldn't have said it better.

                                                            ~The End?~

This convo was written on 2/17/03. I just took my time posting the last chapter and I was to lazy too change it. Just letting you guys know! ^_^

LDN: There you go, the last chapter. I hope no one was disappointed by it. *cries* What a happy, sappy, ending. I can't believe I wrote it!

Dante: *comes in and holds a box of tissues near her*

LDN: *grabs one and blows her nose* Thanks Dante!

Dante: *nods* No problem!

Gabriel: *walks in* oh no, she's crying again. Does that mean that I'm going to die again? Or did someone steal me again?

LDN: Hell no, no one better steal you again, because I'll scream bloody murder. About killing you, of course not. I couldn't kill you! You're my baby, my creation! *hugs Gabriel*

Dante: Yeah, she didn't even explain how you came back to life. It's not going to make sense.

LDN: Quiet you! *threatens Dante with a pen*

Dante: Eeepp! Sorry! I didn't mean anything by it! *whispers* She threaten me with a pen, pfffttt.

LDN: *hugs Dante too* I know you didn't mean anything. I'm still emotional over everything that has happened! Sorry! Any way, I'd like to thank all my reviewers for making this my most successful story to date.

Gabriel: Yeah, it really made her day when she got reviews. She put a lot of work and dedication into this story. She could have lived without that incident though. We all know what I'm talking about. I think we all could have lived without that. She was also so happy that everyone loved me. Most authors don't like Original characters thrown in with their favorite characters.

Dante: I didn't mind. You are a cool guy. If I had a son, I would like for him to be just like you.

Gabriel: ^_^ Yeah, well thank my creator. She made me.

LDN: I sure did! Well everyone I guess this is farewell for now. My story is over!

Dante: No, you mean you're not going to write about me anymore! *cries*

Gabriel: *hands Dante a tissue*

Dante: *sobbing* I'm going to miss how you write me in your stories. Granted you made me cry a bit too much, but you never mistreated me!

Gabriel: O_O wow, who knew he was so emotional!

LDN: O_O I had no idea. Dante I know how to cheer you up

Dante: *stops crying* How?

LDN: *smiles evilly* We can go and play DMC and kick some demon ass!

Dante: *Smiles* Let's Rock, Baby!

LDN: All right! *LDN and Dante turn on the PS2 and the TV*

Gabriel: Hmm, we're not getting their attention again. Once she turns DMC2 on she zones out. I mean the house can catch fire and she wouldn't know! It's ok because I get to do the honors. Thank you so much for supporting my creator. She is very grateful, honored and touched that you enjoyed her story so much. She hopes to, maybe in the future, do another DMC fic, but we will see. She needs to get hit with inspiration to write another one.

*hears LDN and Dante yelling* we're kicking butt! We rule!

Gabriel: Well I have to go, until we meet again. Oh and until then let's not have anymore unauthorized stories with me in them. Nightshade is a sweet girl and we don't want her to go through that again. Please respect her and don't use me without her consent. Well now I really have to go. Please review the final chapter! Thank you! *bows and leaves*     

LDN: I am currently brainstorming a sequel, but nothing concrete yet. If you guys want a sequel let me know. If you guys can wait then I can focus on other fan fics that are in my head that want to get written. Just let me know. Well now I have to go. Bye everyone! ^_^