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Dolemeck let out a soft sigh as he sat at his writing desk in his Condo. It was Father's Day, a day to celebrate the hard work and efforts Fathers made into raising their young. His adoptive Father never really understood the meaning of the day, no matter how much Venus tried to explain it. And his real father? Well, he was long gone, now.

But none of that mattered. He was taking a new view on life thanks to Argo, and decided he would make cards for both his adoptive Father, and his birth father. Even if one did not understand the purpose and the other had passed away, it was the thought that counted after-all. With his quill in his hand, he gently dipped it into the ink well on his desk, then write his first letter.

"Dear Father,
I wish to thank you for bringing me up these past fourteen years in this era. From your efforts, I have learned that nothing is impossible as long as I continue to work hard. You have also blessed me with a most comfortable life, one many beings could only dream of. For all of this, I thank you. I hope you are well and reading this puts a smile on your face, as you mean a lot to me. I shall try and visit you and Mother soon. In the meantime, please take the utmost care of yourself and Mother. I love you both.
-Dolemeck"

After carefully reading over the letter, he was happy with it's contents and moved it to the side for the ink to dry before placing it in an envelope to mail. The next letter would be a bit more difficult, however.

Once more, he took out a sheet of paper and dipped his quill in the ink well. Dolemeck had a somber smile upon his face as he then began to write. This time, it was in Old English.

" Father,
I wish I could have told you how much you meant to me when you were alive on this Earth. I am terribly sorry things did not turn out as either of us had hoped. While I know you disowned me after what Morgan Le Fay and Charles did, I never stopped loving you or my family.
My only hope is that you are at rest with the rest of our family in the after-life. I wish I knew what had happened to you, Mother, Charles, and Dayton, but I fear I will never know. What I do know is that I love and miss you all.
I also wish you to know I am doing well in this new era, so please do not worry for me. I hope that perhaps one day, when it is my time to rest from this world I can tell you all of these things, myself. The adventures I had, the people I met, and the new family that has taken me in as their own. I think you would be proud of me, as you raised me to become the honorable man I am today.
-Dolemeck Night of Manhattan, New York City"

He could feel a tear in his eye as he placed his quill back in it's holder and took a look at the letter in his hands. It was one that could never be mailed, and might never be delivered. But the fact he wrote it down made him wonder if his birth Father saw it from the after-life.

Shaking his head, he allowed the ink to dry on this letter as he did the last. Once it had dried, he placed both letters into envelops. The one to his birth father he placed in a secret box under his bed (one that contain a similar letter he wrote on "Mother's Day" for his birth mother, as well as other letters to his loved ones from a long dead era) and then carried the letter to his Adoptive Father Bob to the mailbox outside of his Condo.

No matter how old he got, he was still someone's son. Adopted or not, he would always have love for his father, both dead and alive. And that is what proved he was more of a human than a demon.