Dante, Trish, Vergil and Dante's mother, Eva don't belong to me. Massadas and Orissa do. Need I say more? For those of you who reviewed, thanks. I've been a little busy recently so I haven't had much time for anything. Don't you just hate it how school interferes with everything? ¬_¬ Sit back, relax and review if you got the time. Thanks.

Chapter 4

            Dante never remembered going to sleep. One minute he had been awake and arguing and generally being an ass. He had closed his eyes for a quick minute or two, and when he next opened them, he found himself with a stinging cheek. Trish looked smug.

            'Works everytime!' Orissa smiled.

            'I never thought I'd be seeing Dante, The Legendary Dark Knight getting slapped.' Dante smiled ruefully, instead of coming out with a snide comment.

            'What time is it?' he murmured sleepily.

            'It's four o' clock in the afternoon.' Dante turned his eyes lazily to the window and frowned. Outside, it was pitch black. He sat up quickly, ignoring the pain as his ribs ached in protest. 'What the hell?'

            'Such is Mundus' power,' said Orissa mournfully. 'He has increased his powers ten fold since the last time you defeated him. All light succumbed to darkness.' Trish looked around the room.

            'Not all light,' she said pointing to a light bulb. It suddenly flashed and died, leaving the three in darkness. Dante chuckled.

            'How did I know that was about to happen?' Orissa's voice sounded again. Hollow, sad.

            'Until Mundus is defeated, we will never see the light of day again.' Trish sounded thoughtful.    

            'That's bad news…without light, lots of crops will die, won't they? And that would lead to global starvation.' Dante said nothing but continued to listen. However, there was no more to be said. At last he spoke.

            'Mundus has got to be stopped as soon as possible.' Orissa nodded, and groped about in the darkness until her hand met Dante's.

            'Please…put aside your differences for now. The downfall of Mundus is all that matters now.' Dante quickly pulled his hand away and scowled. He did not like being touched. He slowly, painfully got to his feet and shrugged into his trench coat before fastening his holsters around his waist. Trish smiled.

            'Ever the decisive one. Where do we go? It better not be back to Mallet Island.' Orissa shook her head.

            'It's too late to try and seal him back in the underworld. He has to be killed properly this time, not just trapped. It hasn't worked two times now. He'll only come back stronger than ever if we continue to seal him. If we kill him now, then that surely will be the best.' Trish frowned.

            'So aren't we going to travel anywhere?' Orissa nodded.

            'Yes. To my realm.' Dante frowned and turned towards them at that point. Though he could see practically nothing, he could still sense their whereabouts. And he could still smell Trish's perfume. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He ever thought he'd say this…but it was…heavenly.

            'Another Realm? You're not from around here?' Orissa shook her head.

            'No. Mundus is in my realm, terrorising my people.'

            'If he's there, why are we being affected by it?' Orissa shook her head.

            'I don't know. But if we kill him there, then we can stop him before he does any further damage to your realm. Come. Follow me.' Dante and Trish looked at each other, or tried to. Through the darkness, Trish could sense Dante's confusion. She reached for his hand. Dante did not pull away.

            'So…yet again fate has pulled us together.' Dante made no answer. He jerked his hand from hers and walked after Orissa. Maybe fate would keep them apart. He hoped so.