Notes: Thanks to everyone who has managed to read this godforsaken fanfic until the end! I love all of you!
merendinoemiliano: Thanks!
Sweetpye: gotta be honest, trying to keep Vergil in character is one hell of a job. At least for me.

Epilogue

It was New Year's Eve and, just like Christmas, Nero had insisted on a gathering, because now the kid in him wanted every family experience that had been denied to him throughout all those years. The worst part? It had to be in Dante's office, because during Christmas, some accidents had happened to his place after some people had too much to drink and he didn't want any casualties. Phoebe had the whole place cleaned up with magic, and conjured up some seats so everyone could at least eat while sit. However, they weren't exactly pleased by the fact that they had to eat on the pool table. The countdown to midnight had already begun and everyone had gathered around the TV, saying the countdown along to the presenter.

"Happy new year!" Most of them yelled in unison as Trish popped up a bottle of very cheap champagne. Vergil had never understood the appeal of celebrating the reset of the calendar, but he was going along with it.

"Okay, I wanna bet on who'll be the first one to drop their new year's resolution." The blonde demoness announced as she got on top of Dante's desk on her feet. "And I think it's going to be Nico!"

"What? Why me?!" The gunsmith said from where she was sitting: one of the arms of the couch. "Y'know people can just lie 'bout it, right?"

"Okay, Trish, get down, I wanna give a speech." Nero said as he stretched a hand to help her down, she just ignored him and did it on her own. He got up on the desk and his uncle didn't seem very pleased.

"Can you people just stop doing that?! If you break it, you pay for it!"

"I'm not breaking anything, old man!" He snapped before clearing his throat. "Anyway, they say that whatever you do during New Year's Eve, you'll do it for the rest of the year–" He was interrupted by his uncle, who had placed his hands around his mouth to boo him, making the boy roll his eyes as he looked around for something to throw at him.

"Let the kid talk." Phoebe slightly elbowed Dante in his ribcage.

"Thanks, aunt Phoebe." Nero smirked after being sarcastic.

"Call me aunt again and I'm ripping your throat out." She stared at him with narrowed eyes and arms crossed.

"Like I was saying... So, this last year was a really crazy ride. Actually, things have been crazy ever since Dante went on a killing spree in Fortuna–"

"Killing spree of demons, let's make that clear." His uncle said as he took a sip of his whiskey, champagne was really not his thing. To be honest, he was already a little intoxicated.

"Yes, Dante, everybody here knows that. My point is: against all odds–"

"I love that song!" Now Trish had interrupted by yelling; she was very intoxicated.

"JUST LET HIM TALK ALREADY!" Everybody looked wide-eyed to the direction of the high-pitched voice that had almost deafened everyone in the room: Kyrie. She cleared her throat, clearly embarrassed, before continuing in a whisper: "I'm sorry."

"Against all odds I have finally found my family and better yet: I'm managing to spend time with them! I just wanted to say thanks from the bottom of my heart to everybody in this room." His girlfriend started to clap but soon stopped once she realized she was alone.

"Awn, that was really sweet." The blonde demoness said as she tried to pat Nero on the head, he was faster than her and quickly got her hand away from him.

"YOU BIG SOFTIE!" Nico yelled, teasing him.

"Well, the best part is that no one is going to remember that tomorrow." He said as he jumped from the desk to the floor.

Despite all the noise around the place, some weird thought crossed Phoebe's mind. Maybe it was destiny. Perhaps it was God sending her a message. Probably just a dark corner of her mind hated her harder than she thought it did. But she noticed that Lady had been quiet the entire time. Too quiet. She looked around the room, scanning everything and everyone, until her eyes fell on her human friend: she was sitting on the arm of the couch that was closest to the door, away from everyone as possible as she could, Vergil sitting by her side.

Then, the sorceress did something she would regret for the next months: she took a real good look at them. Noticing how Lady would place a lock of her hair behind her ear as she whispered something to the half demon. Or the way she leaned in his direction to give him a good view of her cleavage. After knowing her for twenty years, Phoebe already knew her body language well enough to assume this could only mean one thing, and she widened her eyes and her jaw dropped when realization crossed her intoxicated mind.

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

They were fucking.

Notes: Wanna find out what happens next? Go read "Keeping up with the Spardas"!