It's sometimes so hard to believe the things one can write. Sometimes, I look back on what I write and wonder whether I really did come up with it. An example of this was looking back at Chapter 21. I don't know how I actually managed to write what I wrote…it seems so like my writing but yet in a way it doesn't seem as though I'd be able to pull off something like that.
I must sound as if I'm boasting, but the truth is I'm shocked that people liked the chapter. Loads are saying I should actually be more confident in myself. Ah well…is it time to divulge in a few secrets? I think it might be. The next OC is a vampire. A pure-breed. Dark Mysterious and Hot too. ^_^
Okay enough about him, time to end this fic!
Epilogue
I had given Arson up for dead…so when Kryder walked in with a battered angel in his hands who just happened to have several broken ribs, I was surprised to say the least. Strange…he had seemed so small, so childlike. Trish told me later on that she had wanted to scoop him up in a hug. Very unTrishlike. I guess I can imagine how she feels. The two have been good for each other. Arson had finally found the mother figure he needed when he met Trish…despite the fact that she can't cook anything to save her life. It would make the job a hell of a lot easier if I just fed the demons some of the crap she makes. I guess Trish, being new from the Underworld and everything found that it was nice to be depended on sometimes. Especially from a kid. Even though she's a clone of my mother, she had never felt the love a Mom could have…I think. How am I meant to know? I'm not psychic. At least Arson's had someone to depend on…
You know, even though I've never really had anything to say to Kryder, I'm always going to be grateful. I had given up…he hadn't. There was still this little part of him that thought Arson was still alive. Even though he and Arson hadn't met for three years, Kryder still loved him enough to refuse to accept what we all thought was the truth. It's a miracle really that Arson's still with us, and that Kryder had hit the right spot in that one lucky punch that brought Arson back to us. For the rest of the month Kryder stayed with us. Or rather, stayed by Arson's side. He had become fiercely protective of him, even though it wasn't as though he went anywhere. But can you really blame him?
I couldn't either. Though he and Xy went through rough times, they still loved each other, I guess. I know it sounds horrible me saying this, but I think it was a blessing in disguise that Xy died. It gave Arson the power he needed to try and take on Craven by himself. If it wasn't for Arson, we probably wouldn't have lasted long without the distraction that we needed.
Sometimes he sits by himself, simply staring at a window. At those times, I wish I could say something. All I can come up with is a blank. His eyes turn faraway, as though he'd rather be anywhere else but here. I know how he feels. Especially after my mother…
Yeah…hurts even now. Sometimes…you find you can't get over stuff. It keeps replaying in your mind. If Arson's anything like me, he'll be dreaming of how he could have possibly saved her. Soon he'll wake up and understand that there was simply nothing that could be done. He wasn't to know. I wasn't to know…Life seems to throw all these obstacles in your way and so many times it feels like you're running into a brick wall. Though we curse our lives at the time, I guess at the end it makes us stronger.
Kryder left once the month was up. Said something about a job he had to get back to. I hope to God I never have to say this, but I'm proud of him. He has his flaws and he's done some wrong in the past, but he's all right. Sounds like Trish is trying to cook up a storm in the kitchen. It'll all end in tears. Better go save myself some trouble later on by ordering pizza. Again…
Dante put down his pen and swept the book he was writing in into a drawer before walking into the kitchen.
'Trish…what are you doing?' Trish turned and grinned.
'Thought I'd try and cook something for once.'
'Thought wrong. We're having pizza.'
'Again?'
'Again.' Trish said nothing to Dante's reply but then smiled.
'D'you think Arson would want some? He might want to catch up and-'
'Trish.' Trish looked up at Dante and sighed. 'Arson needs some time alone. To get used to things. He doesn't need you to mother him now. He's eighteen years old and he needs time.'
'But-'
'He just needs time,' repeated Dante firmly. Trish sighed and nodded.
'I just wish there was something I could do.'
'I know…'
'Dante?'
'Yeah?'
'You think he's going to be all right?' Dante smiled down at her.
'I'm sure he will be…he is Arson after all…he finds a way through nearly everything.' Trish smiled and then nodded again.
Arson stood in the middle of a desert, the sand moving in small whirlwinds over the wide, dry sandy expanse. Arson kept on walking, his shoes leaving imprints in the sand as he walked. At last he stopped as he found what he was looking for.
'I am sorry for your loss, Arson,' said the familiar voice. Arson said nothing but then at last he smiled. However, there was no feeling behind it; it just seemed to have pasted itself there.
'I'm hoping she's in a better place now.' Ara nodded and smiled.
'You have nothing to worry about.' She paused. 'You can always join her…that is, if you really want to. It would mean leaving this world behind though, and leaving your grandfather and Kryder.' Arson shook his head straight away and then turned away and walked away from her. Ara watched him go and smiled again. 'So…the legacy of Sparda shall continue. For it was in your destiny, Arson. This was all destined to be…'
Arson woke up, and smiled.
The End