Unbeknownst to him, amazing things had been taking place in Dante's time of absence from the bloody shore of battle that he had laid Lucy to rest upon. Even being their son, he was not fully aware of the awesome power that both Eva, and Sparda had possessed. Manifested in the perfect amulet was Eva's power, and manifested into the Sparda Sword, was Sparda's. When combined, they had the ability to virtually do anything. In that past week, the items had been feeding off of Dante's strongest emotions. Obviously, his love for Lucy. Dante was, after all, the wielder of the Sparda, and the owner of the Perfect Amulet. The items had been piecing Lucy back together cell by cell, much like she used her power to heal Dante's wound. Finally, over the course of a week, Lucy was fully healed, and restored back to perfect health, and the items dissolved into her. She had finally reached consciousness, rising from the sand she had once laid in.

"What….Is this?..."

She had asked, looking at each of her hands in complete awe. It was like a jump in time. It was as if she closed her eyes in pure agony, and awoke a split second later in perfect condition. To say she was shocked was a complete understatement. She stretched out her body, making sure she still had mobility. She swatted the air, and shook out her legs. She even discovered she had a few new abilities, being that the power of both Eva, AND Sparda had both dissolved into her. Her vectors had no limit in how far they could reach now. She also had unlimited use of them now. Never again would her body degrade from overuse. They were also a thousand times quicker, and more precise, as she sliced a few nearby stones to mere pieces. It was nothing short of a miracle. But she had realized something.

She was naked.

Once she had realized this, she was a tad startled. Not that she wasn't used to being naked already. Back at that facility, she had always been. But in her time with Dante, she had grown accustomed to actually wearing clothes. However, all of this was aside the point. Far aside the point. She had known what she had to do. Her, and Dante had made it right, but on a very melancholy, and painful note. In a world gone wrong, it was time to make it right. She went as quickly as she could, taking the most desolate path that she could as to not get spotted in the nude. Nevertheless, with a pounding heart, she had finally made it to his shop. Her long, pink hair flowing in the wind, sweat trickling down her forehead. She made a knock to his door.

Dante had seen the figure at the door. It was her outline. He looked to it with bloodshot eyes. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Was this all an illusion? Was this the result of excess alcohol abuse, lack of sleep, and malnutrition? To be blatantly honest, he had not a clue in the very slightest. All he knew was that no matter what it was, if it was a God-given miracle, he wouldn't let another chance with the person he loved slip through his fingers.

He immediately picked himself up, and opened the door with hopeful, yet weak crystal-blue eyes. And upon seeing her, his demonic heart had nearly leapt from his chest. It was her. This was real. That little piece of Heaven's crimson-red eyes were really staring back at him with her warm smile. Tears formed in her eyes, and she immediately jumped into Dante's accepting arms, falling to the floor.

"Is….Is this for real?..."

He had whispered, with her clinging to him tightly as he held her.

"I'm not dreaming?... I'm not dead?..."

He repeated the question.

"No…This is real, Dante."

She said to him, tears streaming down her face.

"And I'm going to do my very best…. To be the person that you deserve."

He had finally wiped his eyes, along with hers, rising to his feet, and picking her up. He locked his eyes with hers as he caressed her face gently.

"You're no devil, Lucy. Tears are a very special gift that only humans possess. Devils never cry."

She smiled warmly through tears, stroking his face as well.

"I'll never leave you alone again. Not ever."

He promised to her, flashing her that trademark smile of his. Finally, they had shared a gentle, yet loving kiss together.

"Dante… There's one more thing."

She had told him.

"And what would that be, gorgeous?"

He had responded.

"My real name….It's Kaede. Lucy was the name they gave me back at that terrible hellhole…I just felt it right to use it…. But this is a new start…Please…Call me Kaede."

She had told him, wrapping her arms around him.

"Haha…Well then Kaede it is."

In a few days' time, things were back to normal. Better than normal. The shop was clean, good as new. Dante was rocking his stylish look again. Complete with a clean shave, his black shirt, red vest, red pants, and red coat. While Kaede had cut her hair to a shoulder length, disguising her horns with bows. She also wore a black dress over a pink over the collar blouse, striped socks, and sandals. Dante had a lot of demons to hunt, and she was going to be his partner, as well as his lover.

Dante kicked the front door open.

"Let's get this done in ten minutes babe. We can't let a single one of those sons o' bitches live."

She had smirked.

"Let's make it five."

"Hah. More than enough time."

He had replied.

It had seemed everything was okay now. Everything right where it should be. After a long journey of adversity, Dante and Kaede had finally achieved happiness.

Or was this just the BEGINNING of their journey? Only time would tell as they rode forward to their next mission on Dante's stylish motorcycle.