Val had started living with her uncle, Orion. She often wrote to Arson, telling him of all the wonders she saw. But what Arson was most interested to hear about was the fact that Val felt more at home and more comfortable when staying in the company of an angel. Not that it really bothered him, it was just something that he liked to know. His sister was happy now, and that was all that mattered.
Kryder had left after a week. Dante and him had got on famously, sharing the same quirky sense of humour and laughing at Trish constantly. Dante was sorry to see him go, but Trish was the only one able to breathe out a sigh of relief. Then she had whisked Dante off to a Chinese restaurant yet again.
Arson found it amusing how Dante could handle demons and fallen angels with ease, but yet couldn't live through an evening at a restaurant. He had once told Arson that restaurants were as bad as Hell; it was a huge fuss and at the end it all went out at the toilet. Trish had looked disgusted by his remark, as did Arson. Kryder however, had been there and had laughed and had generally shared the same opinion.
Dante. He had mysteriously disappeared three years ago. Arson still wasn't sure how it had come about. Trish had gone to fetch Arson from an Away game and when the two had returned, they had found that Devil May Cry had become a pile of ashes. Dante was nowhere to be found. And so, they had found a new place and had been able to scrape a living.
Rayne still had no idea about Arson's other side. Maybe this was for the best. He couldn't be bothered with people constantly asking him dumb questions. He could just imagine some of the things that might be asked. Not only that, but he might end up getting into a whole lot more crap then he bargained for. He never wanted to go through such an ordeal as he had done with Ruai and Ophelia. Never. Arson opened his books, planning to study some more.
The phone suddenly rang. Arson picked it up immediately, knowing that Trish wasn't in.
'Devil May Cry?' There was a pause. 'Okay I'll be there in ten.' Arson slammed down the phone. His studies could wait.
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