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Note: This chapter is fairly emotional. You'll see what happens with Rona, Dante and Virgil. And, thank you for the reviews. I hope some of this chapter gives you somea fewsurprises. Enjoy.

It had been three days since Rona had left through the darkness of night. Dante had been trying to figure out how to get her back but always came to one of two conclusions, either her death or theirs. Virgil, on the other hand, spent his time training. He could see only one way of saving her and that was taking her life. He trained with her swords, remembering how she had come to treat them as part of herself through his and Dante's advice. He hoped that maybe it would bring her peace to die by the swords he had made for her.

Night fell; reminding Virgil of the many times Rona watched the sunset. He remembered seeing Dante watch her as she walked beneath the boughs of the trees, humming some song her mother had taught her. Her favorite verse had said, "One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing. And you'll spread your wings, and you'll take to the sky." He found it somewhat ironic that she had taken to the sky but not as a human would.

"Summer Time." She had said. "My brother sang it to me when she was no longer there to sing."

He wondered why she had never told him of her past until it was too late to help her.
The sound of Summer Time being strummed on a guitar halted Virgil's thoughts. He didn't remember Rona ever having a guitar yet the sound was resonating from her room. He looked up to see the ruined curtains flapping outside what had once been a window.

He rushed into the apartment and to the opened door of Rona's bedroom. He found Dante sitting on her bed with a red wood guitar perched on his lap. He had been playing the song from memory, leaving the guitar to sing the song without the words.

"I bought this for her as a present." He explained after stopping his playing of the guitar. "I was going to teach her how to play it." He paused. "We're never getting her back, are we?"

Virgil moved to sit on the bed but decided to lean on the wall across from Dante instead. He thought of how to answer Dante's question and finally said, "I don't see any way we can. Have you thought of any?"

Dante shook his head. "I haven't been able to see any better outcomes than death."

"The we should think of her as just another demon. Or you can leave it to me." Dante looked up at Virgil, wondering how he could be so ready to kill the human who had shown them a life outside of being the cause of death. A life that meant more than fighting for what had never been real.

"I'll take care of her." Dante murmured. "I'll fight her."

Virgil nodded but knew Dante couldn't kill her. Not on his own. "I'll search for where she may be." Virgil turned to leave the room.

"Wait!"

Virgil stopped in his few steps to the door.

"She's calling." Virgil looked at Dante skeptically. "I know where she is." Dante added.

Rona sat on a boulder near the entrance of the mine. She had no idea of why her brother wanted to half-demon twins destroyed. She didn't see them as a threat, only as two other demons in a world that was to belong to her brother.

She looked at her flaming skin and wondered why she seemed to have the memory of having the smooth, fragile skin of a human. She touched the crystal embedded in her chest. It was the source of her power and her brother's. Such a small thing and yet it gave more power than even a god. She knew she couldn't use all of its power, she wasn't meant to. The power was reserved for Aris. But why did she have the crystal instead of him?

The snapping of a twig to her left alerted her to the presence of the twins.

"We meet at last." She spoke in a low, almost seductive voice. "You feel more threatening than you look."

Dante took a step closer to her from the dying trees. "You don't remember?" He asked.

Rona gave him a slightly confused look. "You are intruders. I have never seen you before now."

"It's useless, Dante." Virgil came up from behind his brother, one of Rona's demon swords in each hand. "She's no longer human. She never will be again. Though she still has it in her mind that she can fight alone, without reinforcements."

"I will kill you for your insults." Her voice seemed to thunder but was silent. "I was never a weak human."

"At least she's willing to call them weak, now." Virgil commented. "Let's end this"
Rona's red flaming lips twisted into a grin. A pair of fiery angel wings sprouted from her back. "Follow me." She demanded before taking to the air.

Dante was the first to transform, jumping into the air and flying after her. He heard Virgil gaining and tried to fly faster. He had a promise to keep and he wasn't going to let Virgil hold him back.

Rona dropped out of the air, landing on her feet as perfectly as a cat, after finding the perfect place for the fight. There were no weeds or trees to obstruct them, nothing but dirt and rocks.

She listened to her opponents as the landed, somehow regretting the thought of killing them.

The sound of one rushing towards her caused her to whip around, catching the two blades he held with a telekinetic hold. She cocked her head curiously before taking one of the swords. "We'll fight fairly." She spoke, releasing Virgil and deflecting his attack. She moved fast enough to keep both of them from striking her, toying with them before making the kill.

Dante unexpectedly pierced her shoulder with the cold blade of his sword.

Without much effort, she threw Virgil back so she could focus on Dante. She easily blocked his attacks, soon knocking his sword from his hands. She held her blade to his throat, hesitating to make the final move.

"Do you trust me?" A ghostly voice sounded through her mind. A voice she recognized as her own.

"If I didn't," Another voice, this one deeper. "I wouldn't be at this end of your sword."

Rona's eyes softened. Dante knew she had recognized him at last.

She lowered the sword when, suddenly, she let out a pain filled scream and a red and silver blade was forced out through her chest, shattering the crystal. She slid to her knees, a flaming hand clutching at the wound in her chest. She looked down to see several of the crystal shards melt and seep into the ground.
Dante looked shockingly at Virgil, seeing the bloodied blade of Rona's other sword in his hand. "She recognized me!" He roared, launching himself at his brother. "She wasn't going to kill me. She remembered." He punched at his brother, only to be thrown back.

"It's too late now. It's over." Virgil growled.

Dante panted from his exertion and hid his tears.

With a quick movement, Virgil was on his feet and looking down at the still body of the flaming demon. He knelt down and bowed his head as a single tear rolled down his left cheek. He softly whispered, "I promised to kill you when the time came. I promised because… I love you." He leaned down and kissed a burning cheek of the demon.

He turned to see Dante was now on his feet and walked away from the body of the demon they had both tried to save.

Dante, knowing why Virgil had walked away, knelt down beside Rona's body and rolled her over. He lifted her into his arms and kissed her forehead, his tears pouring down onto the fire skin. He listened to the silent hisses of his tears as they burned. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "I couldn't keep you close enough to save you." He gently rocked her just as she had done when finding her brother's bloody body in her apartment.

After laying her down on the dirt and standing the swords in the dirt above her head, he looked where the crystal had been to see a single shard sinking farther into the molten flesh. He moved her hands over the wound and turned to join Virgil for the walk home.
"You've said goodbye?" Virgil asked when he heard Dante's footsteps.

"Does it matter?" Dante walked past him, leaving his brother behind. He couldn't believe Virgil had killed her. He couldn't believe she was dead. The vision of her fiery face, her golden-flame eyes closed, remained in his mind as he walked.

Watching Dante walk ahead of him, Virgil thought to turn back to bury the body but couldn't. He didn't understand why it hurt so much to lose her. He had known she was a demon and not the kind and gentle human he had met before. The human in her had died, was buried in fire. Yet he still felt remorse for killing the demon that had taken her place.

"What else could I do?" He asked the darkness. "She was no longer living, she was only a mindless demon. Her memories had been destroyed in her transformation from a human to a demon. She wasn't the girl I came to care for." He took a step forward, thinking to follow Dante, when he had the feeling that he had to look back. The light from the moon fell all around him, flooding the area with a soft illumination. It was then that his eyes fell on what had called to him.