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Note: That was too long a wait. I promise I won't be making you wait that long for the fourth chapter. Although the next chapter won't be coming tomorrow, It won't me next year either. Please enjoy. This time Dante shows some of his attitude in this chapter. I'm sure it'll be happening again in the next chapter and what ever chapters I have after that. Well, go ahead and read and review.

Is this the true meaning of hell? Being trapped in an endless hall to wonder as you think of all you have done? Of all you have been through? The torture of the mind is endless. Why would hell focus on the torment you have already dealt to yourself? Or maybe it only strengthens it. Maybe if these thoughts stopped I'd finally reach this damn door that seems to not exist. Or maybe I'm blind. But what am I blind to? Destiny? Could it be that this hallway only holds me back because of an unknown fear? Yeah, right. It's too much like mirrors in a funhouse. An image repeated because of so many mirrors. That's all this is turning out to be. But it isn't much fun when there's nothing to fight and the end never comes. Does the devil think he's getting away? Then again I doubt he'd be afraid of me. Not yet at least.

I can see a light ahead. Finally. The end is coming. The end. What could the end be? Death? For who? Will I see the very fate that's always been so evasive for me? Or will it be for the devil? Then again good can't exist without evil. I guess a devil can't exist without a god.

The light's too soft for it to be electric. Then again who would expect to find electricity in hell?

I guess candlelight would be a better choice anyways. Its not like light is needed when you can see in the dark, a talent I've learned after getting used to my demon side. But have I gotten used to it? I always felt the power but didn't know what I could turn into. Not until that day Virgil… Was it on purpose? Did he want to awaken the devil in me? Was he trying to turn me into him? Was he trying to make me see what I am? What does it matter? I lost him. A memory I can never let go of. But now I can say I tried to save him. But anyone can say they tried, even if it's a lie. It's just a way to get people off your back.

Finally I reach the doors. This fight had better be good. I hope he doesn't plan on having a conversation. But then what would the devil have to say to me? After all I have been killing off his minions for a few years now. And this all started with revenge. I don't know what this is for any more.

The doors are easier to open than I thought they'd be. Maybe he knows he doesn't have a chance.

Sometimes I even surprise myself. How did I get to be so cocky? Then again I doubt you could find a better-looking devil than me.

The figure I see isn't the figure of a man, but a woman. Is this a trick? Or is it another mockery?

She is beautiful, her dark hair and fine form. She almost reminds me of a witch I once fought. But this girl doesn't seem like a fighter, at least not one that would fight against me. There's something wrong about this. She doesn't have the aura for an evil mastermind.

"Who are you?" What do I expect her to say? Hi, I'm not the devil? Does she even have a name?

"Why are you asking?" She asks a good question. Maybe we'll play twenty questions instead of fighting.

"So that I know who I'm about to kill." What if I'm wrong and she isn't the devil?

She's silent. She seems to be afraid, like a doe that knows she's being hunted. But am I the hunter she's afraid of? She suddenly parts her lips; she's going to answer.

"Dawn." She whispers. "My name is Dawn."

Dawn. I can see why. She's just as beautiful as a rising sun, possibly even more so. Is this why I'm not attacking? I wanted to fight and yet I don't. What am I waiting for? Why does she seem so entrancing? If she is human, there's more to her than most.

"Are you going to kill me?" She asks me. She seems to regret the possibility of dying. This can't be the devil.

"What are you?" I finally ask the question.

"I don't know."

What does she mean?

"You have to leave." She frantically tells me. "Before he comes. I don't know what he'll do to you. I can't watch him kill another one. I've watched him kill so many. I've heard their screams and felt their pain." Her eyes meet mine. "I can't let him destroy you too. Not after he destroyed…"

"Destroyed who?"

Her eyes move away from me. What is she hiding? Why doesn't she ask me to save her?

"Don't you know?" What is she asking me?

"Come with me, Dawn. I can get you out of here. I can save you from him." Why am I offering to get her out? What if I'm wrong about her?

She seems to be nervous about my question. It's almost as if she wants to go and yet doesn't know if she does. Why is she here? What did she trade for her to be here? Why is she in hell? She's too pure to be here.

"You want to know why I'm here." She says. It's not a hard question to figure out. "I'm here for him, the one I want to save."

"Who?" She won't answer.

"The price was my hand. I can't leave. I made a promise to be his queen."

So that's why she was so uncertain. But it doesn't mean I'm not going to get her out against her will. She doesn't belong here.

I take a step closer to her. She seems to be even more scared than before. She shrinks away from me, like a small, trapped animal. But a trapped animal will lash out. She isn't. I extend my hand. I offer her freedom. Will she refuse me or take this chance?