Author's Note: Hey again! Get ready…it's….time…for….HWOARANG'S EPILOGUE!

January 13, 2005

11:08 a.m.

Vatican City, Rome.

He walked out of the Roma Airport and squinted in the harsh sunlight…ordinarily, Doo San Hwoarang would have never been up this early. He often didn't wake up until at least 3:30 in the afternoon (but he went to bed at 5 a.m.), and his body wasn't used to the sudden time changes and being up this early. He blew past baggage claim, and the rental car kiosk…he didn't even book a hotel…he was leaving this afternoon.

A part of him wished that he could stay longer and enjoy the beautiful the art work that the city had to offer…but now was not the time to play tourist, he was here to simply give something of Jamie's to a certain group of people.

They had a really weird name…Hwoarang always forgot it, but he knew where they were located. He mentally uttered a colorful obscenity as his mind began to wonder for fifteen minutes what the organization was called.

Suddenly, it popped into his head, and he murmured it aloud.

"Via de Angelus…"

It was indeed a strange name…and yet, it kinda rolled off the tongue in such an odd way that it carried a sort of pleasing, archaic, old world sound. Whenever Hwoarang thought of the name he always thought about musty old library books and ancient artifacts that were kept safe by scholarly men and women.

Which, according to Jamie, was exactly what the organization did.

Hwoarang held the simple, 80 page spiral note book in his left hand. There was nothing incredibly special about it. One could purchase these for less then two dollars at any school supply section of a convenience store.

Nephilim were asked to keep a sort of record of their activities as they went about their lives as Nephilim. Whenever they took on a rather daunting mission (such as the exorcising of Devil) they were asked to keep a sort of journal and fill in a basic account of what had happened. How they defeated the enemy, and what, if any, spells they had used.

Jamie Parker had filled the notebook cover to cover, and it was a miracle that he had been able to cram it all in just eighty pages. Hwoarang felt honored that Jamie had trusted him of all people with this task. Jamie would have gone himself, but he had been in a Tokyo Hospital recovering from the many wounds he had received during the Ascending Angel Ritual.

Hwoarang had spoken with Jamie just a day or two ago, and found that he had made a full recovery. In fact, he was back at school, fighting the good fight against the forces of darkness as he always had.

Hwoarang had left from Tokyo, and immediately headed to Rome. Jamie had said that he had made a phone call to the VDA and explained that Hwoarang was coming to deliver the journal…which made things much easier for the red haired Korean.

He longed to go back to Korea…but truthfully, he wanted Julia to come back with him. She had said she would…after she finished school.

"Should've known better…nothing can stop the mighty Julia when she's on the prowl for the evasive syllabi…" Hwoarang muttered with a bitter chuckle.

He loved Julia of course…but why did she have to be so goddamn stubborn? Education was important to her sure, but she could just as easily come to Korea to finish school. It had a few nice institutions of learning…whenever "business" had Hwoarang walk through the college district of Seoul, he always found himself gazing enviously at the scores of happy kids milling about the beautiful campuses.

They always seemed so calm…so laid back and easy going…it must have been nice to be a student. All that was expected of you was to do well in your classes…your parents pay for everything.

Yup, free as a fuckin' bird…

Hwoarang quickly shook those thoughts out of his head. He made more money as the head of the Blood Talon gang then any of those students could see in a lifetime…of course, it came with a price. Every day he had to watch his back...he had many enemies and he never knew when this day could be his last.

This was probably why he and Jamie got along so well.

In some ways, the two were a lot alike. Both woke up every morning with a mission to do…and both could wind up dead by the end of the day. They both had relatively short life spans, and fully understood the ramifications of their respective callings.

The Blood Talon wasn't a bad organization per se…it dealt with illegal street racings, protection (lately, supernatural or otherwise), and minor scams. With Hwoarang as their young leader, the gang had begun to enjoy its golden age…with chapters beginning to span the globe; whichever members were skeptical about Hwoarang assuming power years ago were singing an entirely different tune now.

As Hwoarang walked down the Vatican streets, he glanced at the notebook he carried. Jamie wasn't exactly satisfied with the plain blue cover, and in one afternoon (during one of Kazuya's lame-o speeches) had made a collage over it.

Jamie had used old tabloid magazines; pictures of a-list celebrities with confused looks on their faces, random, funny pictures, and hilarious slogans adorned the cover.

As Hwoarang walked on, his train of thought immediately derailed.

"Excuse me…" He said in an Irish accent.

"Yeah?" Hwoarang turned, and gave a menacing glare.

He discreetly hid the notebook behind his back.

"No…it's quite alright…you are…Doo San Hwoarang…are you not?" The polite, librarian looking man asked.

"That's the name they gave me." Hwoarang stated simply.

His grin broadened. "Good. I've heard you were coming. I am Charles Corcoran…you are a friend of Jamie Parker's…are you not?"

Hwoarang said nothing, but discreetly dropped into a fighter's stance.

"If you want to fight then it would be a complete waste of time. Please, follow me; we have much to discuss…primarily about the notebook you have. I'm with the Via de Angelus…we're a group who-"

"Helps the Nephilim right? Yeah, I got that."

"I was asked to meet you…to intercept the journal…and ask if you would follow me please."

Hwoarang was wary, but this man seemed to know what the journal was. Of course, Hwoarang wasn't going to give it up until he was sure that this guy was from the VDA.

So, Hwoarang followed the man wary…but not letting him out of his sight.

(Two hours later)

Jamie was right…the main headquarters of the Via de Angelus was breathtaking. It was actually held in the same place where the head of all Christianity himself lived.

That's right, The Pope.

Apparently, a Nephilim's role in life was so significant, that he could hold audience with "his eminence" at any time, day or night. In fact, if Jamie really felt like it, he could call here right now, and have them drop everything and listen to him.

Hwoarang wasn't Catholic though, and Jamie hated God…in fact, Hwoarang really didn't associate himself with any kind of religion. So, the red haired Korean wasn't exactly star struck about being in the same room with this guy.

Oh sure, he was polite, but that was about it.

In fact, Hwoarang was actually kind of aggravated; he handed the journal over, and then was immediately ushered out of the room. He was told that he could explore the facility to his heart's content and they would call him when they were ready for him.

If they wanted him around so much…then why couldn't he stay with them? Afterall, he had fought alongside the Nephilim himself, killed a couple of demons and lived! He'd probably clocked more field time then any of these old, crotchety men did in their lives!

This way then that, Hwoarang walked down the halls that were festooned with precious artwork adorning the walls. For awhile, he did look at each and every piece of art…but after two hours of appreciating, one tended to become disenchanted. Honestly, Hwoarang was itching for some action…as bad as it sounded, he wanted to get into a fight…and he wanted to badly.

His legs felt stiff and sore…he hadn't properly stretched at all today…nor did he get a chance to do his daily martial arts "kata".

The area was quiet, and gave off an air of stuffiness…suddenly though, he heard a loud…

"Hi-yaa!"

The ki-yap cut through the silence like a knife through butter. A grin spread across his face, and he began to make his way towards the sounds. After five minutes of following, he found himself in a beautiful courtyard. In the courtyard were about twenty or so teenage boys.

They were from all sorts of different ethnicities and backgrounds…and they were practicing combos together. They seemed to be following a twentysomething man wearing all black.

"Punch block combo!" He bellowed.

"Huh!" They shouted, snapping to, and performing the attacks.

"Cross block kick!"

"Huh!"

They seemed to be doing well…all but one. He looked Japanese…he couldn't keep up.

The twentysomething man walked over to the boy (who couldn't have been more than fifteen) like a drill sergeant and shouted at him. "What the hell was that! You screw up like that on the field and you're dead! Then it looks like another Nephilim'll be called! Hopefully one who won't mess up simple combinations! Now drop and gimme twenty!"

"Twenty what?"

"Push ups maggot!" He shouted.

The Japanese boy groaned and dropped to his hands and knees.

Hwoarang was confused…another Nephilim? But, Jamie was the Nephilim? Who were these kids? As he watched the drill sergeant of sorts walked up to Hwoarang and grinned.

"You must have been one of the people who assisted the Nephilim Jamie Parker in battle with Devil. My name is Father Francesco. I train these boys…who could…one day become the next Nephilim."

"You can tell all of that?" Hwoarang asked with disbelief.

"Yes," He answered, watching the young men proudly. "It's all done with our prophets…these young men posses a certain…aura."

"Aura? So, you knew Jamie would be the Nephilim?"

"Well, we never really know who will become the Nephilim, in fact…we were hoping that it would be someone else rather then Jamie Parker…if I remember correctly, there was an Irish boy who would've made a great one…but, I guess in his own way, Jamie is proficient enough."

Hwoarang couldn't believe the way this man was acting! No wonder Jamie hated going anywhere near the VDA!

"Proficient enough? He nearly killed himself to save all of humanity! He saved me, and my friends a bunch of times and-"

"Well, that's every Nephilim's job I suppose,…believe me, in his record, he hasn't done anything remarkably stellar as far as his calling is concerned…now, there was a Nephilim about twenty years ago who…"

Hwoarang couldn't take it anymore, how dare someone trash a great warrior like that? Could this really be everyone's opinion about Jamie? Hwoarang wasn't impressed easily, and he didn't give out compliments a great deal, but Jamie Parker was perhaps one of the greatest warriors he had seen since…well…Baek Doo San…

Hwoarang promptly decked the pompous priest across the cheek. The man fell to the ground…out cold.

The young men stopped what they were doing, and glanced at Hwoarang with a mixture of joy, fear, and uncertainty. The young man who was doing his push ups stopped…yet still stood on all fours.

"Anyone who's not having fun, start listening to me." Hwoarang said gently.

He walked over to the cadre of young cadets. "The combos that he was teaching you are all wrong. How many of you have actually faced a demon before?"

Everyone lowered their eyes. "It doesn't matter. That's not important. What is important though is that I have. I've fought alongside the Nephilim…I've trained with him…and," He added his trademark, confident smirk. "I've kicked his ass a couple of times in sparring."

"My name's Doo San Hwoarang…I trained under the Nephilim Baek Doo San, and I'll be your official trainer from here on out." He didn't finish before the crowd of young men cheered exuberantly.

What the hell've I gotten myself into…

Hwoarang found himself thinking. However, after several minutes of training, and teaching his attitude began to change.

Maybe this won't be so bad afterall…maybe I can get the others in on this too…

Author's Note: Okay…hope you liked it! Sorry it took so long to update…it was actually kinda tough to write this epilogue! Even though I find that Hwoarang isn't that hard to write about…anyway, I'm sorry if it sucked, but I tried as hard as I could…anyway, please read and review! MUCH LOVE TO EVERYONE! PLEASE KEEP REVIEWING!