The Ro'Meaves (Garrance, Zanvis, & Vlyante)

Chapter 39

(A/N): As you can tell, a lot of POVs have been Dante's. For obvious reasons. This is the last one I promise XP
I just realized I spelt Vylad like Vlyad for the first 20 or so chapters....you saw nothing

Dante woke up, feeling empty and cold. He laid in the bed, confused for a moment, until he realised the familiar body of Vylad wasn't snuggled up next to him, clutching his shirt tightly in his sleep and providing Dante extra warmth. It also took him a moment to process why.
It hit him all over again, the sorrow and the sadness. It's been two weeks since then, yet Dante still felt insane pain. It hurt worse than when Dante had broken his leg, or when Mom and Dad died, or when Gene abused him. It hurt more than all of that combined. Like every second he was slowly drowning, and the devil was slowing his death down, making him relish every moment of agony and pain. It was horrible. Especially today. Today was his funeral.
Dante sighed and slid out of bed. May as well look nice for his funeral. Dante looked over to his bedside cabinet and his eyes watered looking at what laid there. He picked it up deciding to have it put on him instead of returning it. It was a small, velvet box. And inside was a ring.

~Time skip brought to you by: Your magical frigde. Who knows what it's up to <.<~

The funeral was unbearable. Garroth went up to say some words, broke down in the middle of it, and Laurence had to bring him down. Zane made a surprisingly good, emotional speech, and he looked really depressed. Even Sonia looked side, asking for 'Uncie Vad' in Travis's arms. Travis would just shake his head no and keep her away from me. Which I'm grateful for. Don't get me wrong, I love her, she's a ray of sunshine. But I've kept myself together so far. I know if I hear here wail for him I'll lose it. That's also why i didn't speak. I had already written countless letters to Vylad, countless things I had wanted to say, to do, to see with him. How I wanted to be together forever. But look how that worked out. So I crumple them all up and throw them away. I'm standing at the grave now. With a clump of dirt in my hands, ready to toss it onto his casket. Doesn't it seem cruel? I mean, what is this, dirt of love?
Garroth stood beside me, on his phone. "What?..No way...yeah
...you sure....no signs of....OK. Bye." Garroth turned of his phone and stared at it in awe. "Garte and Gene...both dead. Died of what looks like heart attacks.."
I nodded, but barely heard. I shoved the dirt into the grave and walked away. I swore I felt a hand on my shoulder. And I swear when I turned around, I could almost see his smile. And somehow I know Vylad read those letters.

~So, allow me to explain. Vylad managed to keep some of his soul on Earth through the amulet, because the amulet requires yhe presence of both souls to work. So, in his soul form, he was able to murder Gene and Garte, ensuring the safety of his loved ones. No one can see him, but they can feel him, so to speak. He only exists until Opal is born, but he did what he set out to do: kill everyone that threatened his family. So yeah.