They really can't find anything at the mall and they went to every shop, scoured every boutique and still nothing! The clothes were too clean, too kinky, too flashy or too pink for any of the girls' liking. They just wanted it simple and dainty. But apparently simple and dainty was hard to find, until Lady suggested that they should try and find something from Trish's wardrobe instead.

Trish was getting frustrated as she threw another dress overhead, it landed on her bed where Lady was cross sitting, "Why does it have to be clean and descent" she protested as Lady tried to see what she can make out of Trish's clothes. "And what does that mean, descent, its not like I'm walking around naked or something", Lady laughed a little "Well, Almost" she teased, she knew what Vergil meant, she thought it was kind of sweet of him to remind Trish of that. Lady could clearly see the difference between the twins right then. Vergil is rather… conservative

Trish, of course she wanted to look good, she's going to see her father soon, after all those years. And somehow she felt she's in trouble. You could have called or at least let us know you're okay, it's as if she could hear her father scolding her right now, just like how he used to scold her for coming home late. That's all she could remember, memories of her family when she was still small, when she was still human rather.

She threw the last piece of cocktail dress over Lady's head, "That's the last one" she sighed. Practically, her wardrobe was black. Sure, there were pinks and whites and other colors but the majority of it was black. Lady pursed her lips as she arranged the clothes which she finds descent. Trish slumped back on the salmon, velvet couch, waiting for Lady's suggestions.

"Mind if I take a look?" Lady asked clearly unsatisfied, "Knock yourself out" said Trish, exhausted as she thought of how she's going to clean the mountain of clothing on her fluffy bed later on. Lady looked over the compartments, the luggage, and finally she bent over to inspect the drawers, nothing. She was pretty meticulous as she continued searching for some piece of clothing. Surely there is a descent one hiding beneath the stack of clothes.

Finally, she noticed an old looking trunk underneath, hidden from view. She knelt down, and opened the case decorated with intricate floral designs. "What are you doing there" Lady smiled, she took the white linen clothing and felt quite pleased with herself, "Trish, I just found you a dress" she announced.

Trish leaned over, and upon seeing that familiar apparel Lady was holding made her somewhat, sad. It was a simple off white summer dress with a frilly laced skirt and an elegant design. Trish sighed smiling, but with melancholy eyes, "That was my mom's" she recalled, taking the off-shoulder dress gently, "I never got to wear this" she remembered, "Well now is the best time don't you think?" Lady suggested.

Trish nodded, "I guess" she felt lost all of a sudden; she doesn't remember that much of her mother she was already in her late teens when she passed away. But Trish has been away from home so long that she.. forgot. Now that she thought about it, remembering her just made her feel sad. "Now," Lady began "Let's see it, try it on"

Trish sat on the antique vanity set, facing the huge mirror wondering why Lady was so kind to her. They both knew they started off a bit aggressive towards each other. Lady was fixing her hair with light, gentle hands. There were combs, brushes, and other beauty care products on the mahogany surface. Things they never really get to use that much, the job doesn't require one to look pretty.

"I never had a sister" Lady broke the silence. Trish looked at her from the mirror, Lady smiled, "I was an only child", she continued, curling Trish's locks carefully.

"Oh.. Well you know my history" said Trish, gratified on how Lady was fixing her up. Somehow she realized Lady just answered her as to why was she was being nice.

"You know, if you had sister, she'd be lucky to have you" Trish said. Lady nodded,

"I'll practically turn her into a living doll" she said peering at Trish through the mirror. "Just like what I'm doing now", Lady bit a bob pin open, Trish smiled coyly.

Lady was practically the same age as Dante, so she's in fact older than Trish, but most of the time, it's the other way around. Trish is more composed than Lady and more often than not Lady would be the one to make the irrational decisions, and her judgment is always driven by her emotions. But this is one of the instances where Lady is the matured one, age comes from wisdom and experience stuff, been there done that attitude. That's why both women gained each other's respect.

"You really have gorgeous hair" Lady complimented, her hands on the long, silky strands of Trish's hair. "Thanks" Trish replied

"Why do you keep it long?" Lady asked, she really is not a fan of long hair.

Dante likes girls with long hair "...I don't know..". said Trish biting her lip.

"Dante likes girls with long hair" Lady informed, Trish was a little startled, Am I that readable?

"You've noticed it too?" Trish asked, flushing all of the sudden,

"hmmmyeah" Lady replied still concentrated on Trish's hair, "So that's why you keep it so long" Lady teased,

"Hey, that's not true!!" Trish pushed Lady playfully.

"Yeah right, then why are you blushing like hell" Lady laughed pointing at Trish's cheeks, finally finished with her hair,

"Cut it out" Trish protested.

The laughter slowly dispersed upon hearing a polite knock at the door. Trish looked at herself through the mirror, "Lady you're amazing" looking at her reflection on several angles. "Fuck.. I look like a Barbie! what did you do to me?!"

"Nah! Barbie is a slut, you're more like Vampie" Lady went forth the door, still laughing. Upon opening the door, she suddenly went rigid and quiet. The man in dark grey suit smiled at her, his eyes were tired but bright. "Trish, I'll wait for you outside" Lady said, smiling at the man, and then promptly exiting the room.

Trish turned to the door hoping to catch Lady, but it was him who stood there. Trish's heart started beating fast, throbbing even!. "Dad.." she muttered, she stroked her hair, fixed her clothes, as her father approached her, hands on his back. Was he not glad to see her?. Shit, I'm in big trouble Trish thought. Though the tall and well physique man was aged, one can see through his stature and presence that he was powerful and reputable, just as he was decades ago. But this was not the memory Trish has on how her father looked like.

His eyes were tired and his lips were solemn, he was still handsome and noble despite the graying of his hair. Every step her father took, her view of him became clearer. Thus, making her cry all of the sudden. Like every step was a stab on her heart. She missed out on a lot of things. His dad still has that full mustache connected through his sideburns; though this time the hairs on it were grey too. He stopped right in front of Trish; Trish can't look at him in the eye, ashamed of her tears.

That man lost his wife, thought he lost his daughter too. Thinking she was gone, though not believing. All the wealth and power meant very little to him, for the real treasures he have lost are the ones most precious, priceless and his beloved. Now she stands before him, after all those years, not as a young lady he remembered but as full grown woman. He held his daughter's chin, and crackled up a smile as he wiped her tears away. "I'm sorry Daddy.." Trish cried as she embraced her father. He too, can't help but cry, thankful, so very thankful his Beatrice is back to him. "It's all right darling, it's all right" he assured, his voice was accented and a little husky. It was music to Trish's ears.

Her father kissed her forehead, embracing his not so little girl. Suddenly, Trish, the independent, needs no man woman, the dangerous and free, the one who slays demons with guns and fancy moves, one who can take care of herself without help from anyone was suddenly.. Just a little girl again, with pink cheeks and bubbly blue eyes.

Her father held her by her shoulders, "Look at you" he smiled, "What more did I miss?".

Trish laughed, wiping her tears with her fingers, "I'm glad to see you Dad.." she said.

"So am I my dear…hmm? It looks good on you" He noticed the dress she was wearing,

"Your mother was wearing that when I proposed to her"

"I know dad.." Trish replied, beaming at her father lovingly.

Her father offered his arms; how very ironic her father thought. Trish intertwined her arms over his as they strolled out of her room, talking about Trish's adventures and her travels around the world. She decided to keep the demon part to herself, or maybe they already knew what happened to her, "All is well my dear, the most important bit is that you're safe home" he said, Trish suddenly felt light, like she could finally breath again. How long has she been holding her breath?

Dante was toying with the new armaments he has acquired. Apparently when Trish's father returned from work with two elderly gents namely Boris and Eustace, Trish's grandfathers respectively, He found himself mused by the old dudes.

Boris was as fascinated with armaments as Dante is, being a veteran soldier during WWII. He was the younger of the two brothers and has thick German accent and a well poised stature. Eustace however was the writer, the walking encyclopedia and he would discuss subjects such as logic and philosophy with Vergil. Eustace seemed to be years, years older from his brother, his hair was snow white and balding, his body was aged, wrinkled and thin, but his mind was as bright as it was during his youth. Boris however was as always strict and strong but inside he would be the softer one.

The children left the manor earlier with Renee. So there they were, gathered by Alexander, Trish's father in his office. The room was circular with three giant windows draped in dark green. The ceiling was frescoed with an imitation of The Donnadio in the Sistine Chapel. The walls were in fact shelves and shelves and more shelves of books, documents and other reading materials. On every surface there would be an odd looking paper weight or a globe.

Eustace and Vergil were playing chess; Lady was sitting on the green lounge, much absorbed by the book she found lying there. Dante sat on the peach colored Davenport, arms spread on the top rail, getting bored, wondering why they were here, wanting to go back to his shop now.

The door opened, and there Trish and her father emerged, arm by arm. Trish was surprised to see everyone, and everyone was surprised to see her… then she realized, "Oh my God, I look stupid" it sounded like a question and a statement at the same time, her hands on her face "Is that my darling grand daughter?" Eustace peered through his thickly magnetized reading glasses. Lady smiled, very proud of her masterpiece.

"Grampa!!" Trish said running to kiss his cheeks, she looked at Vergil with playful, piercing eyes. Vergil nodded, so clearly he approved of nice and descent. "You're vision lass... Now tell me, have you got me a grandchild?" Boris asked hopeful. He was the grandfather who likes to marry off his granddaughters to reputed and wealthy men for.. well, grandchildren. Vergil and Dante looked at each other, forcing their selves not to laugh, "Hey!" Trish opened her mouth in dismay, scowling, "Then suddenly you two are picking on me now?".

"I didn't say anything" Dante said biting his lips, thinking how beautiful she looked, No, Dante thought beautiful was by far an over used word. With the faint glow on her skin, Trish was radiant, gorgeous.. almostangelic.

Vergil cleared his throat "I think we're all here" he said, getting up with a polite gesture which was recognized by the old man.

"Yes. Yes" Alexander said, walking towards his office table, Trish leaned her hands on the top trail of the Davenport where Dante was sitting, Dante looked up and saw Trish looking down at him, smiling.

"You're pretty" he whispered, gazing at the upside down face of Trish,

"Thanks, Lady destroyed me" she whispered back, "She did a good job"

Vergil stood near the window. While Boris took Vergil's place and continued playing chess with Eustace.

Alexander took out several documented papers from his drawers. "I call for this arrangement so that we can preside over your parents' will" he said looking at Dante then Vergil.

"huh?" Dante asked, puzzled "I was an accomplice of your mother" Alexander said, Trish said nothing. "You never thought your parents would leave you with nothing now would you?" said Boris, "Checkmate" leaving his knight with a loud thud on the chess board.

"Isn't it weird how Dante, Vergil and Trish's names are all on this book?" Lady asked, clearly unaware of the current situation, "Ah, La Divina Commedia" Alexander exclaimed, "Of course my child" said Eustace, thinking of a move, "T'was I who named them three" glancing at Trish, Vergil and Dante with a crooked smile.

Trish shot a look at her Grampa Eustace, so did Dante and Vergil both wondering what it meant. Lady chose to remain quiet as she slowly closed the booking, resting it on her lap. "Evangeline was my father's student", Alexander explained. "She's very inclined with Literature, most specifically with The Divine Comedy"

"Indeed she was" said Eustace, who was able to save his king from the wrath of Boris' strategic plan. "Such a beautiful young woman.. Such a waste,"

"So, moving on" Alexander continued, leaning on his office table, Dante chose to stand up, Trish and Lady followed him with wondering stares, he stood near the door getting anxious, walking through and fro, pretending to be uninterested while he started twirling his guns.

"Evangeline and I made several arrangements 25 years ago and this arrangement should be made in order for you two to acquire your rightful heirlooms"

"So what's it got to do with me?" Trish asked, feeling kind of nervous

"Don't be hasty now child, don't get too excited" Boris smiled making another turn, eating up Eustace's bishop.

Vergil listened attentively. "So" Alexander continued, "This will break my heart terribly and truly her demise was of great shock to me, but arrangements are arrangements…".

"Get straight to the point now lad!" Boris yelled with rich, traditional German accent.

Alexander inhaled and upon exhaling, the words all slipped from his mouth, "The arrangement was that my eldest daughter is to be married with one of her sons".

Three things happened at the same time, Vergil broke the handle of the china teacup he was holding, Dante dropped Ebony and Ivory, for the first time, and Trish fell on the floor right when she was about to sit. There was silence, tense, awkward silence

"Are we getting punked?" Lady asked, and the Trish, how she wished they were. This all came in a shock.

Trish immediately got to her sense and jumped to her feet, "that is so unfair!" she reasoned.

"Ah, my child I cannot see why that is unfair" Eustace said, "you are a beautiful young woman and well, they are both good looking too, a handsome couple you'll make with one of them two"

"What I'm trying to say is, okay hear me out" Trish explained, "I opposed of these kinds of arrangements, I mean, aren't you suppose to be in love to get married? Those things weren't supposed to be rushed right? I mean.." she tried to find the right words, "shouldn't we be.. in love first before we get married?, marriage is like.. a big thing"

Alexander smiled; "The last time we argued is about why a thirteen year old girl should get her own apartment" Trish shrugged in defeat,

"Love grows my darling…" explained Eustace,

"When I was married to your grandmother, I was.. hesitant. It was arranged as well, and I was with another woman at that time." Eustace began his tale with voice tested by both time and experience. "Due to our parent's wishes, we have no other choice; she knew I was in love with someone else at that time and how I was bitter about it. But still she did her part, she took care of me when I am sick, she cooked for me, washed my clothes." Eustace, looked at his audience, "Until finally I was gratified, she never asked anything of me, but I took the initiative, gratitude turned into fondness, fondness turned into care and care grew into love" His audience is always very much absorbed with his stories, after all he has the gift of it.

"Seeds of love should be planted and in time, love shall grow." explained Boris with an unusual serenity in his voice.

"I see that a marriage is at date" Boris stood up, having lost to Eustace, "A marriage it is!" he exclaimed.

"So.. One of us gets to marry Trish... and then we'll get our stuffs?" Dante cleared. Trish was… confused.

"Not quite..." Eustace said, setting up his chess figures again.

"What do you mean not quite?" Vergil snapped, it was enough that they get to be married against their will, what more damage can be done.

"Getting to the part I like most" said Boris, Trish got up slowly.

Alexander rubbed his temples but smiled at the thought, "When a child has been conceived only then can your inheritance be acquired"

Dante and Vergil both looked at each other, with expressions only they can read.

"A wedding how delightful!" said Eustace with sprite

Trish, fainted, Lady and Alexander both ran to her

"See how excited she is!" exclaimed Boris, "Another grandchild, I cannot wait"

"Let us think of a name" Eustace suggested ecstatically, trying to find any books by Alighieri

AN

finally my prelims are over!! it was hard.. like hell , specially special Education, my major tears but i think i passed.. i wish, i hope, i pray. lol nweize yeah you guys i have just read that guys who are let's say, "mama's boys" are most likely to endp with girls who remind them of their mother.. cough Dante lol

i am basically a noob when it comes to dmc4, i watch the trailers that's all, but aside from that i avoid reading any materials bout it, i dunno i dont wanna spoil it i guess, i want to be surprised when the game shows up but thanks for informing me ..

sigh one more chapter and it's the end cries nah you're gonna see more on demon sanctuary .