Lady tossed and turned in her sleep. She sat up. And suddenly realized that she wasn't where she was supposed to be...

"What the hell?" she asked. She looked around for any weapons of some sort...but couldn't find any. She had been stripped of them, as well as her clothes. She looked around the room once again. There were beautiful murals on the walls...of angels, some on clouds, others flying.

There were fresh flowers on every table in the room. The curtains letting in the bright moonlight were silver, and of a silk or chiffon material...she couldn't really tell from the dim light that the candles were providing. She was lying in satin sheets, soft, smooth, and cool against her skin. Above her head was a canopy. The doors opened, and Lady immediately covered her eyes from the bright and blinding light that spilled into the room. She squinted until her eyes could adjust to the light.

There was a maid standing before her bed. "Hello. Ms. Ayame says to get dressed."

"Miss Who?" Lady asked with a glare, "Where the hell am I? And where are my guns and clothes?"

"Ms. Ayame says that all of your questions will be answered over dinner." the maid said, "There are clothes in the closet. Your personal belongings will stay with her until she says that they can be returned to you." And with that, the maid left.

Lady growled and threw a vase at the door as the maid closed it. She got up and looked through the closet. There were clothes of all sorts. Expensive designer dresses and pantsuits. She chose a deep red evening gown...that reminded her quite a lot of Dante's trench coat. She smirked. Since when did she go around choosing things based upon how they reminded her of Dante? She hated that bastard with a passion, and she was sure it was the same with him, based upon his feelings for her...but she felt so defenseless without her weaponry, that she wouldn't have minded if the little bastard tried to save her right now...

Of course, that wasn't going to happen, so she put on the dress and found the matching shoes that went with it. Then she made her way out of the bedroom and to the dining room.

She studied the white halls filled with golden frames of painted pictures of all sorts of celestial and heavenly creatures. The floors were of a white and pearly marble...and she got lost in her thoughts from the way that her shoes sounded against them. The scent of food wafted from the dining room and into her nose. Perhaps it wasn't going to be as bad as she thought...but she was still uncertain of what to make of her present circumstance...she had indeed been kidnapped. Now all she needed to know was whether or not the person behind her abduction was going to let her live.

When she got to the dining room, there was an elaborate and enormous chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the large room, along with four others hanging symmetrically in the room, but were smaller than the center chandelier. There was a long table with a white cloth that had beautiful edges of lace and food lined up and down it. It was in the middle of the room. There was a woman wearing a white evening gown, sitting at the end of the table, while the other end was reserved, obviously, for her. She sat down.

"I'm so glad that you could make it tonight dear." the woman said.

"Who are you?" Lady asked.

"Take a sip of the wine first. Very good date that I chose, the grapes in the chardonnay should be at their peak right about now..." the woman said, sniffing her glass and swishing the wine inside it around in a circle. She took a sip and savored the flavor in her mouth, swishing it about and then swallowing. "Yes...just as I had predicted. Very lovely. Such a rosy...warm and mellow flavor..."

"I don't trust you, I mean, you did kidnap me. How the hell do I know that you're not trying to poison me?" Lady asked.

"Darling...I could shoot you all the way from here with my tactical sniper. If I were trying to kill you, I would have done so while you were asleep. But...I didn't, because you are much more important to me than that..." the woman said, "My name is Ayame. I don't usually give out my last name, so I hope that will do. Ayame isn't my real name either, but rather...a nice nickname given to me by a few of my friends."

"I don't give out my real name either..." Lady said, meeting Ayame's gaze. She thought of Dante and the name that he had given her...it was all she could say to keep her identity a secret as well...right? "But call me Lady."

"Ah...alright, that's fine. Now are you going to taste your wine?" Ayame asked.

Lady stared at Ayame for a very long time, studying her. Ayame met her gaze, and was motionless. She smiled.

Lady knew nothing about grace...but, she took a small sip of the wine anyway. She rolled the liquid around with her tongue. It was rosy in texture...a hint of spice...and it made her think of Dante.

'What is wrong with me?' she thought.

But yes...that spice...it reminded her of his cologne when they were fighting close range at one time or another. It was warm, because it was at room temperature...and mellow...yes, it was mellow and soft. She had determined all of the flavors of the wine, just as Ayame had said, and she wasn't even a wine expert. She found it to be...amazing...

"Nice choice on the wine if I do say so myself." Lady said with a smile, "Though I must say, I am not a big wine drinker."

"That's fine." Ayame said, "But thank you for the compliment. Now that you're nice and calm, I will tell you why it was so necessary for me to bring you to my house."

Lady nodded, she felt...strangely pleasant, though she couldn't totally figure out the reason...

"I know that you are a demon hunter, is that not correct?" Ayame asked.

"Yes, it is." Lady said.

"And is it not true that Dante is a half demon himself?" Ayame asked.

"Yes...that is also true." Lady said, wondering where Ayame was going with her questioning.

"Don't you wish to vanquish him?" Ayame asked, her eyes seemly taking on a strange glow.

Lady began to feel a little lightheaded, but when she looked at her wine glass, she realized that she had finished it.

"I think that I've had too much to drink..." Lady said, getting up to leave.

"Please, sit down. We haven't even had dinner yet." Ayame said.

"But...I am not feeling well." Lady said, her vision becoming slightly blurred.

"Sure you are." Ayame said. She burst into flames, and when the smoke cleared, she was pale, with a black dress on, and dark make-up. She got up and had black demon wings and a tail.

Ayame smiled evilly as she walked over to Lady. "We're going to do great things with you."

"What the hell are you?" Lady asked.

"Isn't it quite apparent though? I am a devil. That's higher than a demon hon." Ayame said with a laugh, "My name is Obsidia. I'm so glad that you trusted me enough to drink my wine. It'll leave you unconscious for a little while, until my plan is set in place."

"Wait...you asked me about Dante...what are you planning to do with him?" Lady asked.

"Opps...if you stay awake any longer, you'll become too smart for you own good..." Obsidia said, "Besides, why do care so much about Dante now? After studying you, I could practically taste the hatred that you hold for all demons."

"I..." Lady began.

Obsidia raised a fist and knocked Lady out cold. The room burst into black flames and they were suddenly in a cave of the underworld. Obsidia gingerly picked Lady up and flew to her castle.

When she placed Lady in a room, she went out again.

She walked, musing to herself. 'How will I use Lady against Dante?' she wondered as she walked city streets in her human form once more. She stopped at a park and sat on a bench, the cool breeze tickling her face and playing with her hair.

"Well well...and who might you be?" A voice behind her asked.

She remained still, as though she hadn't heard the voice at all.

"Why do you wish to know so bad?" she asked, looking out of the corner of her eye. She got up, cautiously, but also wanting to see the face of her mysterious stranger.

"Dante?" she asked, "You look rather...different..."

Before her was a man that held Dante's features...but his silvery white hair was styled differently...he wore dark green...and...held a certain evil air about himself. Surely she was mistaken...

She looked up at the full and pale moon. She laughed. "So this is what a full moon does to you? It's like a Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde thing going on huh?"

The man glared. "Fool. I'm disappointed in your stupidity. I am nothing like my brother, except for the fact that we are twins. My name is Vergil, get it right Miss." he said tartly.

"Oooo...ouch. I don't suppose that you're a demon like your brother as well...hm?" she asked.

"And what of it?" he asked.

"I'm a devil." she stated, revealing her true form.

"And? Devils are under us." Vergil said.

"Who told you that? Because that is a lie from whence we both came from. The pits of hell." she said.

"Devils are apart of the demon lord's army. Demons on the other hand, either sit back and relax, causing havoc, or are put on certain assignments." Vergil said.

"Whatever." Obsidia said, opening her hand so that a ball of black fire sprang from it. She threw it at Vergil.

He dodged it, and unsheathed his sword. He ran at her, managing to slice her arm.

She screamed in pain, falling to her knees whilst holding her arm. "Mercy! Alright! You are right...I am under you. Shall I call you lord?"

Vergil smiled evilly with satisfaction. He had critiqued her as being weak when he had first laid eyes on her.

"Yes...that would be very nice..." he said.

Obsidia moaned from the pain.

"And you are to be my minion. What are your plans as of the moment?" he asked.

"I've already tracked down Dante. I was to be meeting with him at noon today." she said.

"Oh get up and stop crying like a little bitch." he said with a snort.

Obsidia wiped her tears and got up.

"Apparently you have a lot to learn. Look at you, bleeding all over the place. Heal yourself." he said, disgusted.

"Lord...can you help me?" Obsidia asked.

"No. Why should I?" he said, turning away.

Obsidia held her head low. "If I prove myself to you? If...I..."

"If you bring Dante to me, then maybe I'll think about treating you a little better." he said with a scornful laugh. Then he walked away.

Obsidia had never felt more humiliated in all of her life. She grew extremely angry. Surely she could take it all out on Dante...but not just yet...no, that would ruin the plan. "Curse you mouth..." she muttered, wishing that she would have begged for death, rather than give up her dignity. She wasn't supposed to serve anyone. But something about Vergil...had made her weaken...if only she could figure out what it had been. She went back to her home to ponder over the matter.