A/N: A less action-packed chapter, but explains the special relationship between Finn and the Twins well.

[Finn Cross (Part Two)]

Personality: Pre-DMC5/Post-DMC4SE Vergil (watered down version)

One thing common about all celebratory parties conducted by Luna was how long they could last. Though the commander of the guild, Finn was unfortunately not blessed with the stamina to afford enjoying himself for hours on end, and thus finally managed to disengage himself as politely as possible from the group of ladies that had congregated around him without his notice. It had been a trying experience for him to appease the ladies from not only his guild, but the invited lady hunters from the other guilds.

He had managed to grab a full bottle of wine from a waiter and an empty glass as he escaped to the second floor once again –this time making for the balconies that looked outside rather than inside. Once outside, the atmosphere of still calmness settled his nerves well as he leaned against the railing, pouring himself a drink.

Finn did not know whether it was a curse or a blessing that he was born smaller than the average man. His size had actually been a source of complex for him when he was younger, but as he learnt demon hunting, his small stature had led to an increased mobility that many found hard to achieve, and it was now his advantage. He had been blessed with a handsome face by his father's genes, and for some reason, lady hunters in particular seemed to love these endowments that he had received. Of course, he knew that his gentlemanly, dignified manner of treating the ladies encouraged their affection towards him, but his situation was mostly not of his control. His mother had taught him to be kind to women, and he could not even imagine himself trying to act lecherously to deter women.

"I thought I might see you up here eventually, Cross." An evened voice intruded on Finn's introspective silence, though it belonged to a person he welcomed for the intrusion.

"You understand my stamina for parties like these all too well." Finn half-turned to find Vergil walking out into the balcony to join him. "Would you like a drink?"

"I do not mind sharing one with you." The honest reply came, and the man joined him at the railing.

"You can take the glass. I'll drink from the bottle." Finn offered, but his offer was ignored when the man closed his hand over the neck of the bottle, raised it to his lips and took a moderate swallow.

"Luna is always to be praised for her contacts when it comes to celebratory parties." Vergil approved. "The wine is delectable."

"I expect she has much experience organising such parties." Finn answered, shrugging to himself and taking his drink from his glass since Vergil had dominated the bottle. "We have provided her with many opportunities to celebrate."

"And many more to go." The positive answer was rather uncharacteristic of Vergil, though Finn knew better than to ask. Vergil was rarely a man who talked to others about his thoughts and opinions about the past, present or future. Finn had been around the man long enough to recognise when he was in a particular mood to talk, and this was certainly one of it. Accepting wine and coming to Finn for small talk was just additional evidence.

"Where have you been for the past hours?" Finn capitalised quickly on the chance to ask whatever he wanted now that he knew that Vergil's tongue was much looser than normal. Where the elder twin of Sparda usually disappeared to during celebratory parties like this had always been a cause of curiosity for many guild members including Finn himself.

"The roof." The short answer was surprisingly followed by further explanation –something that was rather rare from the man. "Close enough if something happens, but far enough to be away from ladies looking to monopolise my attention. Having an arm in a sling make the ladies view you as a Commander humbling himself to require help, and they cannot help but want to make the most of that chance to gain your attention."

"Were you watching me from where you were?" Finn asked, feeling sore that Vergil had known of his painful situation being smothered by loving ladies, and yet had done nothing to help out.

"I caught glimpses of you in the crowd. If you kept Dante with you, you might have gotten yourself some chance for breathing space."

"He is already being punished by Luna for trying to harass a female guest of the Aqua guild." Finn answered, admitting that he had previously considered taking such a drastic measure to ensure that his time at the party would not be so torturous.

"Ah, you have run into a particular patch of bad luck, then." Vergil commented shortly.

"I managed to escape here, so it is not all too bad." Finn admitted. "How are your wounds? Did you visit Filly to have your injuries tended to?"

"I heal fast. Filly did not have much to patch up for. A little more sleep, and I will be ready to enter Hell again tomorrow."

"There's no need to prepare to return there so early." Finn laughed lightly at the man's serious promise. "Filly said that my arm has to stay in the sling and unmoved for at least the rest of the week. We won't be going back there soon."

"Listen to yourself. In our early days, you were trying to drag yourself to get back into Hell even with broken legs. Luna had Dante and I guarding your door so that you wouldn't be trying to crawl out by yourself."

The reminder was both cause for Finn's embarrassment and amusement to rise in equal parts, and a laugh escaped his lips easily –with the help of the alcohol loosening up his lips of course. Since Vergil was taking a willing walk down the memory lane, Finn found no problems following him down that road.

"That wasn't even the worst of what lengths I could go to get to Hell." He admitted, taking another drink from his glass and helping himself to a refill from the bottle sitting on the railing between them. "When I first started out, I would get withdrawals if I didn't enter Hell for one day."

"How did you even survive before Hell's doors opened? In fact, what was this world like before the doors opened?"

The innocent question from Vergil made Finn remember quickly that despite how naturalised and normal the Twins were now acting and blending into the society, neither of the Sparda twins actually came from this world. They were both beings from Hell –a fact that had been kept a highly guarded secret to prevent widespread panic. To date, only Luna, Finn and their resident doctor Filly were aware of the real origins of the demon hunting twins in the Luna guild.

"It is actually almost too hard for me to remember what it was like. When I look back, I think my life only truly began when Hell opened." Finn admitted, looking up at the moon –one of the few things that had remained from before the Doors of Hell appeared everywhere.

"How was this place like before it then?" Vergil seemed to have a casual interest, and Finn guessed that even if he didn't explain things to the man, he would find Vergil in the town's library the next day to find answers. He decided to save Vergil the effort since the both of them had nothing but time and alcohol in between them.

"I don't know about this place. I am actually not born here in Rethal. I came from a village many miles north from here. It's not there anymore because everybody moved out of that place when Hell opened. The world was very different back then. Or perhaps, my view of the world was very different too. I was just a child, after all."

"You never talked about your family. How many members were there?"

"14. Big families were popular back then. My parents ran a shop in the village doing trade with the travelling merchants. More children meant more hands to help out around the house."

"I don't suppose that you were trained in demon hunting back then?" Vergil's assumption was a very normal one to make as he gave a short chuckle.

"Back then, demons were only myths. No, in fact the ones who were good at fighting were my elder brothers. I was only good at running. I had the fastest pair of legs in the whole village, but that was just about the limit of how 'special' I was."

"How old were you when Hell opened? What happened exactly?" Vergil seemed to be out to get the whole story out of him, and Finn guessed that it would be long before they stopped this conversation since Finn had a whole story ahead of him to recount. Everybody had their own story of what they were doing the day the Angels fell and Hell opened. Despite his status as one of the best demon hunter, Finn was no different. He had started off on the same foot as everybody else in the industry; had struggled his way to where he currently stood through sheer hard work.

"I was 14 when it happened. It was just a normal day when all of a sudden, we saw glowing things falling from the sky. One crashed near our village, so my brothers joined the group to go investigate. They hadn't been gone for long before the Hell Doors suddenly appeared in the middle of town. I was one of the curious crowd that went to see what the Door was, and where it led to when it opened. My sisters who were with me said that they felt cold chills when the Door opened, but for me it was different. All of a sudden, it felt like I had found something that I wanted to do with my life. I knew I wanted to explore beyond the darkness that the door led to."

"You found your calling?"

"Something like that. I actually tried to walk through the Door when it opened, but my sister pulled me back. It was a good thing; because a few moments later the demons appeared. I think you can imagine the chaos that ensued since none of us had ever seen a demon before in our lives. My siblings and I were separated during the mess, and I was pushed by the crowd back to the demon hoard. I remember thinking that it was my end when I found myself on my knees in front of a Circle 1 demon."

"You were saved?"

"Of course. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." Finn laughed. "Luna's sword appeared out of nowhere and stabbed through the demon that had been aiming its strike at me. To be honest, I don't think I was the only boy she saved that day, but I might have been the only one who grabbed her weapon and swung back at the demons. Eventually the demons were cleared and Luna spelled the Door and told us of how the world had changed. She said that Angels like her had been sent down for the sole purpose of keeping the demons at bay, and that the world would never be the same. She warned of the dangers that demons would continue to pose, and said that even though she had spelled the Door to keep the demons back, as long as there was no hunter around brave enough to push them back, the demons would keep coming. Then, she left, saying that she had to meet her fellow brethren to come up with a good plan of how to keep demons back."

"You followed her to Rethal?"

"Not really." Finn smiled distantly in remembrance, taking another sip of wine. "My family simply praised me for my bravery that day, but that was just it. We uprooted and moved after Luna's words and I followed. My world was confined to my family, after all. I could not even imagine making it out on my own. Big families like us want to stay together happy and healthy forever."

"Then how did you become a hunter?"

"My parents struggled to find a place safe enough to escape from demons, but everyone was doing the same. Only a few handful were brave enough to start learning how to defeat demons, and though I never spoke it aloud, deep down I really wanted to do otherwise. The more demons we met –and we ran from –the more I was convinced that I wanted to fight instead of run. I reached my limit when we stopped at a town not far from here. I had heard about a group of hunters who had made Rethal the permanent gathering spot, and that they had created a guild –a family to support each other while they fought against demons. Above all, I heard that this guild was headed by an Angel. I knew I had to come to Rethal to try to get myself into a guild, to learn how to defeat demons."

Finn paused in remembrance of the day he left his family behind. He had been the first and the only one of the family who had been looking outwards. His little brothers and sisters had cried and begged him to stay, but his parents only hugged each other and watched him with tearful eyes. His elder brothers had thumped him heartily on the back, telling him to run as fast as possible if he ever met a demon that he could not slay. There were many tears from his elder sisters too, and Finn himself had been close to tears himself when he left with the promise that he would not only survive in the demon hunting industry, but be the most well-known hunter so that the Cross family would forever be in peace knowing that they had not made the wrong decision letting him go.

"I heard you were once a trainee under one of the hunters in the Fira guild. Did you start from there?" Vergil seemed to be following his story well, and Finn now briefly wondered how much Vergil had found out about Finn's past through hearsay. Still, it was a good thing that Vergil was coming straight to him to make the whole story clear. He had no intentions of keeping his past a secret after all; at least not from the pair of twins that he now considered his closest brothers.

"I arrived in Rethal penniless and with a hunger to kill demons. I came from the village as well, so I was not sure of how big towns like Rethal worked. I found someone who was kind enough to teach a physically small boy like me the basics in return for me helping him carry his items and weapons into Hell. There weren't many unskilled people who dared to step into Hell as a helper, so he made good use of me. It was good experience for me too; he kept me alive while I learnt about what I could watching him kill demons in the first two circles. I became known in the industry as the Little Helper."

"Little Helper." Vergil repeated, and Finn was not surprised to find a partially-amused, partially-surprised expression hanging on the man's face. "Who would have known that the Little Helper would eventually be the best demon hunter in the industry?"

"Not me." Finn answered with his own grin. "I was content to learning bit by bit, and when the hunter from Fira eventually ran out of money to support me, I found myself another hunter to help. I spent 2 years like that, but it was good time spent because it solidified my basics. I decided that it was time for me to stop being a helper, and I started to look for a guild. Luna was recruiting, and I remembered her name from the first time I met her, so I went to her."

"I heard about that." Vergil inserted with a pensive nod, taking another swallow from the wine bottle. The man was clearly having a much looser tongue tonight. "Raoul told me he was there when Luna chose you. He was still too young to be a hunter, but he went to the recruitment anyway to look at his competitors. He said when you arrived in the room, Luna stopped everything that she had been doing. She dropped her book, and turned to your direction even though there was a crowd. Raoul said she didn't even look directly at you, but she declared that the young boy with the blonde hair that had just walked in would be the hunter that she had been looking for all the while."

"Yes, that happened." Finn felt a small blush rise now. "You've seen how Luna recruits her talents. She saw more things in me than I ever did in myself. She saw all of those without even looking at me in the eye. None of us will ever know how she does it, but it remains a fact that I will forever be grateful for her choosing me out of so many stronger and fitter men than me."

"You have proved yourself a worthy choice above all those stronger and fitter men. You might have had humble beginnings, but you cannot deny the lengths you take to achieve what you want." Finn decided that he must have truly caught Vergil on a very rare day, because the man did not usually express such strong words of encouragement –much less to someone as self-accomplished as Finn.

"Her faith in me set me moving. More; she gave me my swords. Back then I was still unsure of what type of weapons would suit me well, and Luna decided it for me. I heeded her advice, and in return of her faith in my potential, I worked hard by myself. I fought my way down the circles, and levelled up fast with my strong basics, and I learnt fast down in Hell. Importantly, I had the faith of my guild master. It took me another year to make it to Circle 5." Finn concluded, hydrating his mouth with another sip of the wine.

It was a conclusion of Finn's story, because Circle 5 had been where their story had begun. The moment Finn had entered Circle 5, it had been a whole new world for him. It had been where Finn – the then slowly rising star of the demon hunting industry –found his extremely desperate reason to struggle. The result had been his improvement which was now labelled in history as one that had occurred with almost inhuman speed.

It had all been because of Dante and Vergil –the twin brothers that he had met in Circle 5.

"I remember." Vergil started the conversation again after a short pause, eyes faraway in remembrance of that fateful day. "You truly looked sorely out of place and Dante clearly had troubles understanding that a young boy was intruding on us."

"The two of you ignored me. I thought I might have caught you guys in the middle of family issues." Finn answered, mentally going back to the scene as well.

It had been the day Finn had decided to venture down further from Circle 4 –something that nobody had dared to do. He had heard sounds of fight inside, and had been curious whether other hunters that he was not familiar with had gone down ahead of him. He had taken the stairs carefully, waiting for any ambushing demons, but there hadn't been any.

Then, when he took the last step from the stairs leading from Circle 4, he had seen the Sparda twins caught in a deadlock with each other. Their clothes had shown signs of a furious fight, and their surroundings showed worse. Finn had paused in surprise at the human-human conflict since he had been expecting human-demon conflicts when he heard sounds of fight. His assumption had been natural; humans who were strong enough to not fear the demons crawling in Circle 5 had have unprecedented skills and strength.

"I never tried rounding past the two of you, but if I did, would you have let me go?" Finn asked, looking back on the situation and realising that things might have been quite differently if he acted differently back then.

"You were the first human we met. Even if I did let you round past us, I doubt Dante would. We might have hated each other, but even then Dante was always a curious soul." Vergil's answer was evened.

"Did you really hate each other?" Finn asked, another question that had been floating in him since some time ago. He had taken Vergil and Dante's words for real when he had first approached them, asking what a pair of obviously-looking-twins was doing fighting with each other in a place as dangerous as Circle 5. The answer he had gotten from Dante was that they hated each other, and that they were fighting to see who would die first before the winner makes it to the surface out of Hell.

"I'm not even sure myself. We had been fighting ever since we were born. When our father left us, we only knew how to fight. It was always a competition between the two of us, and when none of us died, we just continued fighting. I don't think I had many thoughts other than fighting and winning Dante in everything we did." Vergil admitted.

From what Finn had understood from Dante's words from previous talks, it had been a similar idea. But now it seemed like the idea was actually shared with Vergil as well. The Sparda twins had truly known nothing except fighting and an aim to spill each other's blood for as long as they were aware of their realities. The moment Finn had intruded in their routine fight had however been the turning point of their lives –the same way meeting them was a turning point for Finn himself too.

"You were the one who suggested fighting us. If you were only focused on winning Dante, then why did you let a third person into the fight?" Finn pressed. Back then, he had only done according to what his instincts said, and agreed when Vergil had told him that the only way Finn could make them stop fighting was for Finn to fight each of them individually and win both. Finn hadn't even had further thoughts; he had only agreed to the prospect of fighting the two men that he had found fighting against each other fearlessly in the dangerous and then-unknown Circle 5.

"If I found someone who could defeat Dante, and I ended up defeating that person, I would have won not only him, but someone who won above him. I never thought that watching you try again and again to defeat Dante –seeing you come back day after day –even though you had been beaten a soundless defeat endlessly; watching you made me want to watch you grow. I think Dante thought the same, and it was the first time we agreed on something like brothers."

"I got that feeling when I went back and eventually you guys were less and less angry at each other. Dante never used the same strike twice, and at first I thought he was just playing with me but I realised afterwards that he was trying to teach me." Finn smiled distantly in remembrance.

It had been a very painful period for him physically. For half a year, Finn had gone back to Hell everyday -no matter how broken and bruised his body was -to take more beating from Dante. Because Vergil had declared that Finn could not challenge him if he could not even defeat Dante, Finn had never been able to clash swords with Vergil for the whole six months.

"It was a training that put you on the path of something that surpassed the both of us." Vergil agreed. "I never expected to meet a human with a learning capacity like yours, and though I watched you slowly learn to surpass Dante with methods that I knew I would never replicate, it was the first time I felt that it was fine for me to lose out to one the likes of you. The first time you defeated Dante, I knew immediately that if you ended up learning to defeat me, I would feel no insult but rather take pride."

"I didn't know you looked up at me so highly." Finn answered with surprise. "Did I impress you that much?"

"You learnt to defeat a half-demon within half a year, and you took half that time to learn to defeat me. No being –human, demon or angel –will be able to achieve what you did. And even after you defeated the both of us, you didn't stop improving." There was a strange glint of pride in Vergil's eyes that Finn wasn't sure if the alcohol was telling him correctly or not. "Dante and I agreed from then onwards that we would follow you and watch you improve. We wanted to see how high you could go if we weren't going against you but supporting you instead. We wished to see how big a gap you could create between yourself and us both."

"Having you two with me is really the best gift I needed for my improvement. If I never met the two of you, I would never have made it down to Circle 9 with such ease." Finn agreed. "I will never forget the day we returned from Hell, and Luna dropped everything to stare at us. Not only did I bring the two of you out of Hell that day, but we even made it down to Circle 7 together. She could not believe that you twins were working together with me."

"She almost killed us that day too." Vergil's short reply made Finn's rosy remembrance of 'those days' come to a jarring stop.

"What?" He asked, spluttering. While Finn could not ignore the fact that Luna was still an Angel and could kill anyone she liked whenever she wanted to, including Finn himself, he could not believe that someone as gentle and kind as his guild master could have almost killed the twins that he now cherished.

"Our non-human part is not easy to detect just by sight, but it is easily to find out the truth once she touched us. I'd say she composed herself very well in front of you and the crowd when she shook our hands to thank us for training you in Hell." Vergil revealed. "But when she called us later that night, she was actually ready to kill to protect you from us. Dante might have wet himself that night."

"She did? I can't imagine..."

"Luna really takes a shine to you, and she isn't afraid to kill to keep only strong and reliable people around you. We convinced her that we were with you for the long ride with her seal."

"The seal that keeps you from activating your most powerful form?"

"Yes, the last form that the both of us tried to use in our one-on-one against you. Luna knows that you were able to defeat us individually with our devil trigger, but if we ever ganged up against you with the devil trigger, you aren't going to survive. So she put a seal on it in exchange for accepting us into the guild by your side."

"Isn't it troubling to know that the secret hand you have hidden up your sleeve is locked?" Finn questioned. He had previously heard from Dante that their devil triggers had been locked up 'for their own safety' to avoid being detected by anyone else on accident, but it seemed like Dante hadn't been speaking the full truth.

"We don't need the devil trigger if we have you, who is individually stronger than our devil trigger. We did it voluntarily, Finn. Do not feel guilty because we were not forced to have a seal because of you." As always, Vergil seemed to know Finn the best. In fact, the man had been refilling Finn's wineglass regularly throughout their conversation, and Finn had already lost count on the amount that he had consumed thus far.

"Please keep improving." The alcohol was definitely making Finn's words easier to say, because he knew that he would not be saying such things directly to someone like Vergil on a normal day. "I understand that you and Dante want to see me improve, but I cannot improve if the two of you do not. I will only traverse further and further into Hell when I am with you two, so please keep improving so that we can explore Hell together."

Usually, the prideful Vergil would make a sharp comment about being strong enough. Vergil did deserve to say something like that: the man was known as the second best hunter in the industry after all –second to Finn.

But, clearly the alcohol and the atmosphere fostered between the two of them had softened Vergil's hard personality, because the man raised the mouth of the wine bottle to his lip and finished the remaining liquid. It was too dark for Finn to detect any alcohol-induced glow on Vergil's face.

Blue eyes were still sharply focused, though, when Vergil looked firmly into Finn's slightly-drunken ones.

"If you will improve, then I will definitely do it alongside you for as long as you live." Vergil promised seriously.

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Vergil knew that Finn would probably not appreciate showing his vulnerable state to the other guild members –especially those who regarded Finn as a role model and a goal to look up to. Thus, Vergil chose his routes via the least populated corridors of the building with the unconscious Commander of the Luna guild on his back. It had been tricky work putting Finn on his back by himself, but it had been better than picking him up in a bridal carry, or slinging Finn over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

It was a detour all around the building away from the ballroom balcony, but the slow walk paired with the cold air of the night calmed Vergil down, waking him up from his slight alcohol-induced haze. Vergil admitted silently that he had not expected to feel like this when he attended the party since he had not been intending to take any alcohol. The conversation he had shared with Finn, however, had been engaging enough for the both of them to clear three bottles of wine between them –thus leading to the warmth settling inside him, as well as an unconscious man lying on his back.

Finn Cross was clearly a very interesting specimen that Vergil had never once experienced regret in sacrificing his devil trigger to study. How so much strength, power and intelligence could be stored in a physical body as small as Finn's was constantly a cause of curiosity for Vergil. The type of gentle, kind and caring demeanour that Finn extended to everyone in the guild was something that only humans could afford to do, but Vergil was still endlessly in wonder of why this man had yet to be tainted by the harsh realities of the world.

Still, the biggest area of interest for Vergil with regards to this physically small man -who was currently fidgeting slightly in his shallow sleep on Vergil's back –was the seemingly limitless potential that Finn possessed, as well as how stunningly fast he could reach a whole new level. Vergil might not have met Finn before the man managed to make it down to Circle 5 himself, but he had no doubts that Finn's previous recollection of how he had travelled to Rethal to find himself a guild was all a humbled version. Finn had constantly repeated that the only reason he had been able to improve at such a rocket speed that he had was because of Vergil's and Dante's presence, but the simple fact that a mere human like Finn had managed something so inhumane had been cause enough for Vergil to open his eyes and realise that humans were not as weak as he had first assumed.

If Finn could learn to defeat Dante in six months, and Vergil in another three months while still being completely human and apparently not having had given up anything other than time and expanding hard work, then perhaps there were other humans like Finn out there in the world? Vergil doubted that he would be able to find someone of the same calibre that Finn had currently reached, but he was always welcome to meet anyone who could even been compared on the same level as Finn while still being human.

Knowing that it was probably a bad idea to leave Finn alone while he was passed out drunk, Vergil decided to bring the man to his room instead, not entirely surprised to find his twin brother in the room too, sleeping peacefully on his bed. With no inch of genteel or kindness, Vergil put his foot on the square of Dante's back and gave a rough kick, watching as the man rolled off the bed and landed on the floor with a loud thud and an even louder curse.

Ignoring the din coming from a mouthy twin brother who was complaining about broken ribs from a fall from the bed, Vergil dropped Finn on his bed, watching as the man shifted to a comfortable position, still in his drunken sleep.

"What? You kicked me off for Shorty? At least have the decency to kick me off if you were going to prey on a drunken woman, Verge!" Dante complained as he climbed to his feet to get a glimpse of Vergil's package.

"Don't lump me together with you." Vergil answered sharply, turning away from the bed. "Have the decency to prey on women who are still largely sober and willing, or the next time you will find yourself banned from Rethal instead of just the celebratory party."

"Shorty told you? Him and his big mouth." Dante scowled, but followed his brother to the study desk at the other side of the small room curiously.

"We had a few bottles of wine." Vergil confessed, taking a seat and drawing out a piece of paper and a pen.

"You're going to study? At this time of the night, when there is a party going on downstairs? How much of a nerd are you, Verge?"

"I'm not studying. I have a letter to write." Vergil said as he put his hands to the paper, and began to write the first few words. Knowing that his brother was leaning over his shoulder to get a glimpse of who he was writing to, Vergil offered no protest and allowed Dante to see the name of the recipient of his intended letter.

An unspoken understanding settled in between the both of them when Dante made an "Ah..." softly.

Vergil finished his introductory paragraph with the obligatory 'how are you' and 'we are doing well' statements, then paused to find Dante still hanging behind him.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

"Tell them I'm having fun and that Shorty is keeping us entertained." Dante answered.

"Should I tell him about your skirt-chasing antics and how they have gotten you in various troubles thus far?" Vergil questioned.

"I learnt it all from him." Dante's grin was easily heard in his voice. "Besides, Shorty is always going to be around to save me, so I'll be fine. Seriously, I don't know what the girls see in him. Sure, he has a handsome face. But he is so short and small. Why do they all flock around him?"

"Because Finn has the manners that you forgot to learn. Besides, Finn might be shorter than the average hunter, but that does not make him less capable than anyone else. For that fact, Finn is not particularly short either. You should be glad that he puts up with you calling him names." Vergil answered, but multi-tasking was an easy job for the half-demon as hand continued writing.

"He basically looks like he is seventeen forever." Dante rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm going to go back to my room to sleep since Luna doesn't allow me back to the ballroom. Don't wake me up tomorrow. Shorty broke his arm, so he's not going to go back to Hell anytime this week. I'm not going to do anything or go anywhere until he's ready to drag me back there."

Vergil didn't answer and it did not take long to hear the door closing, cutting off the sound of Dante's loud and lazy yawn. Diligently penning his thoughts into carefully worded sentences, Vergil paused ever so often to look behind him at the sleeping man who had burrowed himself into Vergil's sheets because of the cold of the night. Only a small tuft of blond hair peeked above the hem of the sheets, but against the dark coloured sheets, they were like moonlight in a dark night.

Vergil finished his letter and signed it off, leaning back to read it once more.

Father,

How are you? I do hope that you continue to do well wherever you are. Dante and I are doing well in the human world. We have joined a demon hunting guild named Luna, and we periodically return to Hell to kill demons. We have blended in well with the humans; they are unaware of our true nature. Dante wants to tell you that he is having his fun and is being very well entertained here.

True to your words that you imparted us when you left, we have found that person who is strong enough to beat the both of us into shape. That person whom you said would have the purest, most humane heart and the strongest and fastest body –we found him in Hell. The man who stopped Dante and me from fighting each other: his name is Finn Cross.

Finn reminds me of you, the only other person who could make the both of us stop and stare. We tried to scare him by overpowering him, but he turned around to overpower us. His potential is endless. We cannot see his limit, and still he improves. Even an angel –the guild master of the guild that we have now been inducted to –has recognised Finn's potential. He has great things ahead of him, and both Dante and I want to see where they will take him.

He is a human, and thus he undoubtedly has his faults. He easily feels guilt towards us for putting us in danger. He weighs lives of others heavier than his own. He believes self-sacrifice is noble.

Finn Cross reminds me terribly of you, father. We cannot walk with you. Thus, we will walk together with Finn for as long as he wants and needs us. We will improve beside him, because that is what he wants. He wants us to improve so that we can go further into Hell together. If it is Finn, then Dante and I will be able to do it –even without relying on our devil trigger.

This man, Finn Cross, is a particular being that I have never come across before, and Dante and I will be walking alongside him for a long time to come.

I will send another letter when we reach another turning point in our lives, father. Until then, please remain safe.

Your son.

Vergil nodded to himself, picked up the hand-held lighter from the table and set the paper on fire, watching the flames chew his words into nothingness.