The quiet night enveloped the city in velvet darkness and in the warm glow of street lamps. A warm, almost motionless wind barely perceptibly swayed the thin curtains near the open balcony door, and the air was soft, infused with the aromas of night flowers and the light humidity that came from the recent rain. Somewhere in the distance, a lonely cricket chirped, and there were soft sounds of other animals, from cats to owls.

Vergil sat in a wicker chair, wrapped in a light blanket, as if it were a shield between him and the world. In his hands he held a cup of hot cocoa - it'd seem, not exactly his choice, but the evening demanded this drink. The deep aroma enveloped, spread along with the steam, mixing with the fresh air. His fingers slid over the smooth surface of the cup, as if catching a little more warmth, before squeezing it tighter in his palms again. He took a sip - the sweet bitterness remained on his tongue, and his body responded with a slight relaxation.

The starry sky stretched out above him, like an endless sheets scattered over the world. Dark, almost black, burned with thousands of bright points, each of which could be the answer to his question. But what questions exactly? Vergil silently stared into the distance, as if trying to find something important in the infinity. Or, perhaps,something forgotten.

And now... He wasn't alone as always been. He's sitting next to her, when she, having tucked her legs under her, smiled barely perceptibly, watching him. He felt her warmth, he saw her. But he didn't turn his body completely. Only he leaned closer, covering her with part ofblanket, like a wing, silently offering his own warmth and possible comfort.

Her presence was no accident. Vergil wanted it himself. There had been too many battles in his life, too many sleepless nights when he's alone with his own demons. But tonight wasn't that kind of night. For the first time, he felt alive, lowering his guard to a minimum, thinking about nothing but burning stars in this endless sky.