'I am Beatrice who urges you to journey,

Come from a place to which I long to return.

Love moved me to speak my heart to you.

PROLOGUE:

"Well are you coming with me or not?"

The blonde beauty stared back at the devil hunter, her long hair swaying in the wind as she back slashes a demon in half. Her movements quick and easy, she kept glancing at her partner.

Dante had just finished up cleaning the last remains of the demons that attacked him from behind, above and below. It was the ones that came at him from the frontal position that had the gall to believe they could take on a puny half devil like himself; ebony and ivory proved them wrong.

With another swing from the Sparda blade, Trish placed it behind her slender willowy back and snorted,

"Looks like they're done for the day, don't you think?"

She stared up at the sky, noticing dark threatening clouds coming at a break neck speed.

"And looks like something wicked comes this way."

Dante chuckled at his partner, "You've been watching Harry Potter movies?"

"Hah. That isn't an original idea from them, Dante boy."

"Who're you calling "boy"?" he joked back at her as he twirled his guns and smoothly placed them in his pockets.

"Again," she leaned her head down, lowering her dark sunglasses to peer at him, "I asked you, are you coming with me or not?"

"What if I say I don't want to come with you?" he taunted, a grin plastered on his face.

She shook her head, "You're coming alright."

With that last confirmation, a demon appeared in time to sa-shay itself towards the couple, but with a few bullets and forward thrust took care of the offending intruder.

"Yeah, well, maybe I won't come with you." Dante smirked, wiping off dust from his red jacket.

"If you value your half breed life, you'll come." And with that, Trish snorted, a playful tug of a smile at the corner of her red lips.

Dante raised his head, pushed back the messy silver strands back with his hand, "What made you so bossy all of a sudden? I come to rescue you from the pits of hell, take you in, because you look like my mother, bless her soul, and you even urged me to change the sign for my shop!"

He followed her inside their establishment. It's funny, he thought, because he had always thought this as his business and now with the re appearance of this woman many things had changed.

Thank the hells that he didn't have to change things around the place, like his drums and pool table, the notable female posters and ugly demon heads that he had collected. No, he thought with a grin, that much was all his.

"You know," he started, closing the door with a bang behind them, "I don't like this bossy attitude you've got."

"You've never complained before." She went in the kitchen to grab a soda and threw one at him. He caught it in mid air, smirked that it wasn't a beer, "Nothing heavier than this?"

"That's just it, Dante, why did you have all those whiskey bottles and beer cans all over the place when I came to live with you? I never took you as the drinking type."

"Don't be too fooled. I like drinking like the next guy." He opened up the can with a snap and propped himself on the couch, "So when are we going to this place?"

"Don't change the subject, Dante."

"Well are we going or not?"

Trish shook her head, "Why is it when I bring up something you don't want to talk about, all of a sudden you want to go to where you don't want to go to?"

Dante got up and sighed, "I'm taking the bike up front, if you're coming, better get the other bike from the back. I guess since I don't know where we're going, you're leading."

"I'll never understand you." She gave up as he had already made his way outside, heard the start of the engine and hurried to the back door to get her vehicle.

As she walked towards the back, her eyes caught a glimpse of a glass, the spark of the suns rays barely touching it, creating enough distraction for her to lean down and pick it up.

The picture frame that held the photo of Dante's mother, the woman who looked like her and she swallowed a bit at the remarkable resemblance. It's not a wonder why he had taken her in, tried to save her life and had given her the amulet and Sparda sword.

She just hoped that where they were going, he'd be willing to understand more of his destiny.