Author's note: For people who have read this story prior to the update of 28 July 2014: This is not a new chapter. For info see Chapter 11 (my numbering)

Author's note: For people who have read this story prior to the update of 29 May 2014: This is not a new chapter. For info see Prologue and Chapter 3

Just a short epilogue left. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Epilogue

Nine years later.

"Can I come too, Daddy? Please, Daddy."

Dante looked in his daughter's pleading silvery grey eyes and knew he couldn't resist her much longer.

Helen came to his rescue.

"I told you already, Evie, this weekend is for Mammy and Daddy. You and your brother are staying here with Gran and Granddad."

"Yes, Mammy."

The little girl with the white pony tail walked away with hanging head. She wanted to go away with her parents but if Mammy said 'No', it meant exactly that. Then she smiled again. A weekend with Gran and Granddad in charge was not bad either. They were not as strict as Mammy. Nobody was.

Dante saw his little girl walk away and pulled Helen in an embrace.

"Good thing you came. I don't think I could resist her much longer."

"For a talented devilhunter you're a total pushover."

"I can't help it. She's got your eyes and they bewitched me from the start."

She sighed. "I know what you mean. Vergil has your eyes and I find it just as hard to say 'No' to him."

He laughed. "I don't believe that for a minute. You frighten all three of your part-devils into behaving. You're scarier than the three of us put together."

He kissed her.

The day she had come back she had turned his life upside down. She had brought happiness to his life, something he had thought impossible.

Her parents hadn't been enthusiastic when Helen had introduced him, telling them who and what he was. He had feared they would influence her, but their cool politeness had quickly changed to warm interest. In the end they had accepted him wholeheartedly as part of the family.

Exactly as she had planned, Helen had become his wife and mate. Only Lady and Trish had been present when the sun rose on their wedding day to witness the joining and mating ritual, much to Lady's dismay when she realised the mating part was meant rather literally.

The marriage of the Noble heiress had caught the interest of the paparazzi, and their wedding pictures had been in several magazines. For some time afterwards grooms had dressed in red leather until, to Dante's relief, a new hype caught everyone's attention.

Less than a year later the children had arrived, twins of course. The girl had been named Evangeline after her grandmothers, Eva and Angelina. Helen had suggested they call their first boy Vergil after he had told her about Temen-ni-gru, Nelo Angelo, and his brother. Now, whenever he told her about his worry that his son was too much like his brother, she reassured him with a laugh that little Vergil was just like a certain Tony she had known once, and he stopped worrying.

He loved his children, and he was sure he would love the one that even Helen didn't know about yet. He would tell her at the end of the weekend another baby would arrive in about eight months' time. When they were back from their weekend break he would start training the twins. At seven they needed to learn to control their increasing strength.

His family would no doubt be safe. He'd seen to that. One day he'd gone deep into the demon world, defeated the devil in charge, and made it clear to the rest that he would destroy every last one of them as well as their world if they came anywhere near his wife and children. His reputation had preceded him. He was feared more than his father Sparda, his brother as Vergil or Nelo Angelo, and the emperor Mundus. Nevertheless, his children needed to learn, to carry on the family tradition.

His musing was disturbed by a white-haired boy with cool blue eyes who came running into the room wielding a short sword.

"I'm Vergil, son of Dante, grandson of Sparda, and I will kill you, evil demon," he shouted as he ran past into the next room.

Helen smiled. "The future is in safe hands."

"Evie doesn't seem to be so enthusiastic. She's not interested in swords at all."

"No, she isn't. You'll have to make her a set of guns like your Ebony and Ivory."

"She likes guns, huh?"

"Yes, ever since Lady gave her a demonstration of her skills. And she's always present when Lady and I have a competition."

Dante grinned. "Lady told me about your competitions. She says you've beaten her once already."

"Yes, just the once … for now. When you get guns for your daughter make sure they're in shades of pink. They'll have to be Pinky and Rosy."

He groaned. "I'll take Evie with me to the shop if I have to ask for pink guns. It could ruin my reputation."

She gave him a peck on the nose.

"Okay, Mr Macho, I'm going to finish packing and then we go."

He watched her walk away, her skirt swaying with the movement of her hips.

Before Dante and Helen left, Lady and Trish arrived. They would stay the weekend as they were in between jobs. The Noble mansion had become a busy place, a home for all, but since Lindy had married a young accountant and had started a family of her own the place seemed to have shrunk.

It was one of the reasons Dante and Helen were going to Capulet City. Before they went to the hotel they stopped at the site of his parent's mansion and looked at the progress of its reconstruction. He was looking forward to be able to spend more time with his family. No more staying alone at 'Devil May Cry' for days. He'd be able to go home every day, just like any ordinary father.

When they found that the work on the mansion was progressing according to plan, they drove to the hotel. He parked his old MG between the fanciest sports cars in the hotel parking, then they went up to the suite where they'd made love ten years ago, and would again. First, though, they would go to see The Devil's Disciples at the club.

When they entered the venue, every woman looked longingly at the handsome man in the red leather coat, and every man envied him the woman in the flowery dress by his side for the look of love and adoration in her eyes. Dante and Helen didn't notice, having only eyes for each other.

After the break during which they'd gone to see the band, the lead singer announced the next song.

"This is a song for all the lovers out there, but especially for a friend and the woman he met here ten years ago."

This time Helen thought it was the band's best song, and Dante thanked the fate that ten years previously had kept the seat free next to a strange girl in flowery dress.

THE END

That was it. I hope you liked my Devil May Cry story. Thanks to everyone who followed, favourited, reviewed or just read.

Be Rose