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LDN: Hello everyone! Here it is the final chapter, the conclusion to the sequel. (cries) It's so sad. (blows nose) I would have updated it earlier but I've been battling with a cold. I'm all better now. : ) Funny how I started this fic last year at this time and its going to end in the same month. Well anyway, thanks so much for the support. Really I mean it. Your kind words and reviews are much appreciated. I couldn't continue posting my fanfics without your support. Much thanks and love to you guys. Final Review thank yous: Athar-luna, Bustahead, Kikoken, Someguy, Dead-Eye-Stud, Linschicksrule101, Ms. Cornell. Please enjoy the final chapter guys! : )

Chapter 15- Just another Normal Night at Devil Never Cry

Trish sat at Dante's desk flipping through a magazine. A magazine depicting the newest fashions for the season and as she flipped the pages she looked for anything she might be interested in buying. It was one of those nights. Yeah, another really slow and boring one. There had only been one call hours ago and Dante was already out taking care of it.

She sighed contently as she flipped the page and landed on fall coats. She could use a new coat. Just as she decided which one she wanted, she heard the front door open. She looked up to see Dante enter through it.

"How'd it go?" She asked him, her eyes roaming back down to the magazine and the coat she was eyeing to buy.

"It went smoothly," he replied casually, proceeding to put his weapons away. "Where's Gabriel?" He asked as he placed Alastor back in the glass case.

Trish flipped another page of her magazine. "He's out," she said eyes glued to the page. "Enjoying his new freedom."

"Great." Dante said sitting down across from Trish at the desk. He raised his legs up and intentionally placed a big black boot on Trish's magazine.

Trish looked up from her magazine annoyed. Dante had a nice playful smirk plastered on his face.

"Yes?" Trish asked her voice laced with annoyance.

"Yes, what?" Dante asked innocently.

"I'm busy doing something." She tried to pull the magazine out from under his boot.

He simply crossed his legs, putting both his boots on the magazine, allowing some dirt from the soles of his boots to fall on it for good measure.

"Okay, Sparda, you win." She said exasperated. She pushed away from the desk, crossed her arms across her chest and glared at Dante. "What do you want to talk about?" She asked him.

"Me?" He said in that oh so innocent tone. "I don't want to talk about anything."

Trish glared at him reproachfully; she had clearly been enjoying herself until Dante had to disturb her. There was a thump on the roof and they both automatically glanced up at the ceiling.

"My boy's home." Dante said proudly. He rose from the chair he was sitting in and headed upstairs.

"Yay, back to my magazine." Trish said in a quiet yet cheerful voice. She lifted her magazine and aired out the dirt Dante had placed in its pages.

"Trish!" Dante called from the top of the stairs.

"Yes?" She replied, rolling her eyes.

"Can you order a pizza? Just pepperoni, ok?" He told her.

"Yeah, no problem." She replied.

"Thanks babe." He said gratefully as he walked toward the hall. He stopped in front of Gabriel's open bedroom door and entered his room. It was empty. He walked across the room and out the window (which was now fixed). He stepped onto the fire escape and climbed up to the roof using the ladder.

When he was on the roof he saw Gabriel standing near the edge, gazing out at the city. He was dressed in black jeans and a long black trench coat, as he neared him he saw a white shirt underneath the coat. Gabriel's black wings moved slightly causing Dante's red coat to flap out momentarily.

"How do you get those suckers through your coat?" Dante asked curiously, eyeing his son's wings.

Gabriel turned from the view; he didn't even realize Dante stood beside him until he heard his voice. "Hey dad," he greeted him. "Oh, I have gaps for them to go through." He added answering his father's question.

Dante grimaced. "Ouch, holes in your coat, definitely not a good thing." He told him.

"That's not a problem." Gabriel told him. "Apparently I can heal clothes too." He said jokingly with a small smile on his face.

Dante laughed. "Good to know. Trish wasn't made to be a seamstress." He joked.

Gabriel laughed. "Isn't that the truth." He looked back out to the city.

Dante placed a hand on his shoulder. "How are you holding up?" He asked him.

"Fine." He said quickly. "I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine." Dante said observantly.

Gabriel sighed softly. "I've just been lost in my thoughts lately, that's all." He told him.

"Thoughts about what?" Dante pressed.

"Lots of things," Gabriel replied. "Flame, my uncle, my mother, my new powers, these wings." He emphasized his point by flapping them.

"I see." Dante said thoughtfully. Just as he was about to say something he heard Trish calling him.

"Dante! Dante!" She yelled.

He walked over to the ladder by the roof's edge. "Yes, Trish?" He asked looking down at her head that was sticking out of the window.

"We have company." She told him.

"Good or bad?" He inquired.

"Good, I guess," she said with a hint of uncertainty. "They didn't try to kill me or anything. Oh, and bring Gabriel with you." She added as she stuck her head back in the room.

Gabriel had walked over to Dante and as Dante turned to look at him, they both wore the same questioning look on their faces.

"Well we won't know until we go down there." Dante told him. Gabriel simply nodded. Dante headed down the ladder and Gabriel followed him. They headed out of Gabriel's room and walked down the stairs. They entered Dante's office to see two figures and Trish standing around quietly.

One of the figures was a man. He had long white hair and a white goatee. He had light brown eyes that radiated a sense of warmth. He was dressed in tan slacks with a white dress shirt and a long tan trench coat. He appeared to be in his early fifties. He held something long and slender in his hand and it was wrapped in green paper.

The other figure was a female. She was younger, around the age of sixteen or seventeen. She had long brown hair with light brown eyes. She was dressed in blue jeans with a black v-neck shirt. She also had on a long black trench coat.

"Look at his wings." The girl whispered shocked.

"Quiet Celia." The man snapped softly. "Where are your manners?"

"Sorry." She apologized embarrassed.

"Please excuse her." The man said apologetically with a warm smile on his face. "I am Dracon and this is Celia." He gestured to her.

"How can we help you?" Trish asked them.

"We are here to talk with Gabriel Sparda." He said looking at Gabriel.

"What do you need to talk to him about?" Dante inquired sounding slightly suspicious of them.

"We mean no one here any harm, least of all Gabriel." Dracon assured them. "We are from the order."

"The Heavenly Dragons?" Dante remarked. The man nodded.

"The who?" Gabriel asked confused.

"The order your mother belonged too." Dante explained.

"Yes, that is correct." Dracon said with a smile. "We are here because we understand you had a run in with a rogue angel."

Dante nodded. "Azariel, Amara's brother." Dante told him. "He was psychotic, to say the least."

Dracon nodded sadly. "The feeling of getting revenge on you consumed him." Dracon stated sadly. "It's tragic to see such a great warrior fall from the light."

Out of the corner of his eye Gabriel noticed Celia staring at him and he stared back. He caught sight of a white feather fall out from underneath her black coat and it landed without a sound on the wooden floor. He flapped his black wings slightly at her. She smiled at him and he winked at her.

"We are also here to honor one of Amara's wishes." Dracon said bringing Gabriel's attention back to him. "She wanted us to give something to Gabriel when we thought he was ready." He walked over to Gabriel and handed him the package he held in his hands.

Gabriel took the package and ripped open the top of the green wrapping paper. He reached in and pulled out a long sword with a white handle. It was very similar to Azariel's except the one Gabriel held had a design on its handle. The handle had a relief of a flying horse. The eyes of the horse were set in emerald jewels.

"Amara's sword." Dante said as he looked at it. "She always did have a thing for horses."

"My mother's sword." Gabriel said admirably as he looked at it. He twirled the sword, getting a feel for it. "Thank you." He said gratefully looking at Dracon.

"Also, we are here to invite you to join the order." Dracon told him. He handed him a card and Gabriel looked at it.

"You guys are based in Los Angeles?" Gabriel asked.

"It's not called the city of angels for nothing." Celia quipped.

"You're not going to leave again, are you?" Trish asked sadly.

"No…I don't know." Gabriel replied his tone uncertain.

Dante didn't say a word, his expression very neutral. He knew Gabriel was old enough to make his own decisions. Did he want him to leave? No, but it wasn't up to him.

"Well we have to go." Dracon said. "You think it over Gabriel. The invitation will always stand." Dracon added with a smile.

"Thank you." Gabriel told him, shaking his hand. He turned to look at his dad, still with the neutral expression on his face.

"I'll show you out." Trish offered leading them toward the door.

Gabriel and Dante just stared at each other without saying a word. The door closed and Trish came back with a pizza box in her hands.

"Pizza's here." She announced.

"Great! I'm starved." Gabriel told her. He walked over to the glass case and set his new sword down next to Alastor. He also made his wings vanish from his back, he didn't need them anymore. He went back to the pizza box and grabbed a slice.

"Dante, aren't you hungry?" Trish asked pointing at the pizza.

"Um, no, I seem to have lost my appetite." He replied. "I'm going to bed." He turned on his heel and headed toward the stairs.

"Dad, wait!" Gabriel called out to him quickly. "If you don't want me to go, I won't." He told him.

Dante shook his head. "It's your decision to make son, not mine." Dante told him.

Trish sat back and took a bite of her pizza, watching everything quietly. She didn't want to get involved, not with two short tempered Spardas.

"I don't want to go," Gabriel told him. "I'd rather be here with my family." He smiled at them. "I haven't really been around, with me leaving and all. By the way I'm sorry about that. I shouldn't have left just like that. I know you're just looking out for me dad and I didn't mean to make you worry." Gabriel said apologetically.

"Like you said before, 'no harm, no foul'." Dante told him and smirked. "Now hand me a slice of pizza."

"Sure thing dad." Gabriel grabbed a slice of pizza and handed it to his father. The three hunters sat down to eat pizza and joke the night away. All in all it was just another normal night at Devil Never Cry.

The End?

LDN: There ya go! The story is now officially over. Why the question mark at the end? Hmmm, maybe because there will be another story with Gabriel. Not to sure yet, but I do have some ideas floating around. I don't know when I'll start it though, hopefully it won't take another year, but I'll see. Everyone be safe out there! Much love and respect to you guys. Later! : )