Since the last chapter was a prologue. This is another chapter that happened after DMC3, when Lady and Dante had finished off the demons.

It's sort of important so I'm adding it here. These won't be too long chapters.

O lady of virtue, through whom alone

The human race surpasses all contained Within the heavens to the smallest sphere

Chapter One: From the end to the beginning.

The sound of the last bullet sounded like an echo and the last demon was dispatched, giving Dante the highest points,

"Hell yeah, that makes it 500 tops, Lady."

He looked over at the girl beside him who was breathing heavily from her exertion, a flush suffusing her otherwise light complexion. Dante scratched his head subconsciously and chuckled at her, hoping to make the atmosphere light hearted,

"What's the matter, you tired?"

Okaayyy; he thought, as she looked up at him and gave him a stony glare, I gave her that same line back at the Divine Library right before I kicked her ass.

"Did you get at least 100 demons?" he raised his eyebrows at her, "200?"

"What'd you get?" She gave him a sidelong glance, but leaned against the pole for support indicating her fatigue, "Wait. Don't tell me, you got a 1000?"

He tipped his head back and gave a rich hearty laugh, "You got that much faith in me?"

"Maybe." Lady smirked, standing up straight and bending back to stretch; she had raised her arms out and groaned, "Ugh. I feel horrible; I think it's the pain in my leg."

"Since we're done here." He looked back up at the sky, "We can head back to my place and you can rest a bit. It isn't much of a home right now, but you should get that leg looked at."

"I'm fine, just a little tired. Now that I've taken care of what I needed to be done, everything, all the pain that I allowed adrenaline to take over before, has now come back with a vengeance."

Dante nodded and he walked up to her, "Come on. I think maybe there's a pizza left over in my half broken fridge. You hungry?"

A huge smile was her answer and he winked at her playfully, "I'll even save the big piece for you," He hoped that there was a spare pizza in his fridge and wondered if anything was left over. They started towards the broken path to his make shift home. Devastation was everywhere; broken cars on the side of the street, some overturned, some burnt down and the signs from half torn buildings were precariously hanging in the soft wind. The road itself revealed cracks and deep ravines that they had to skip over and avoid.

The day was fast turning into night; dark clouds covered the last remains of the departing sun, revealing shadows on their trail.

When they arrived in front of Dante's home, Lady breathed an exclamation, "Wow, from the looks of things, guess they paid you visit here too?"

"Yeah, took care of them, of course, walk on in. The doors wide open."

He joked, though with a grumble, noting with displeasure at the gaping hole that was his front door. Inside, he even gave another disconcerted expression, "I still have my couch in one piece as you can see." He waved over at the red sofa at the corner end, though pieces of broken glass and furniture were all over it. Walking over, he shoved them off by lifting up one end of the sofa and dumping the debris on the floor.

With that, he allowed the couch to fall down with a loud bang, dust lifting everywhere that Lady had to turn her head to cough. Dante smirked, "Make yourself comfortable."

She gave him a weary smile, "Gee, thanks."

Disentangling herself with all her weapons, she dispatched Kalina Ann first and set it aside, then proceeded to unlatch her skirt of armour that contained all the artillery she needed for her pistols. When she finally was down to her shorts minus the heavy belt, she breathed a sigh of relief and propped herself down on the couch. Looking up, Lady noticed Dante was examining the rest of his place, walked into what would be a small kitchen and heard him curse out loud.

She closed her eyes; it was just as well, maybe he had something to drink? Just before she could voice those thoughts out, her eyes opened to see him at the broken archway leaning against the splintered frame, a playful half smile on his face,

"I've got some soda crackers and um, chocolate bars and oh yeah." He seemed to light up at the last word, lifting himself off the door frame,

"You like tea? I can make some hot water and I think I've got some of those loose leafs some where around here. I don't know if I should trust the water so I have to boil it. I mean, I could drink it, but you…"

Lady nodded slowly, acknowledging what he meant, "Yes, I know, I'm human so it might kill me. Am I really that delicate to you?"

"Now, don't go thinking that, 'cause I know you can certainly take care of yourself. I just think it will make you sicker than you are now."

"Oh so now I'm sick to you?" She narrowed her eyes at him and he chuckled, "Naw, just pretty sick, but not over the top sick."

"For a demon, you sure know how to make the corniest lines ever."

They looked at each other for a moment, then Lady cleared her throat, "I'll help you make the tea then." She started to get up and he waved her down, "No. I insist, let me do it."

Leaning back, Lady rolled her eyes, "Whatever."

She heard him shuffling around in the kitchen and Lady took the opportunity to look around; disaster was just as plainly evident in here as much as it was outside. What looked like drum sets were pieces of broken cymbals and torn material. There were some things that were definitely salvageable, though not the severely broken jukebox at the corner. It's a shame, she thought, since she liked music very much.

Dante came back in what was called the living room and held up two cups of hot water. He realized there weren't any coffee tables to prop anything on so he glanced over at the boxed crate and with the side opening, inserted his boot in there and kicked it up in the air. It landed perfectly in front of Lady and he set the two cups down.

He raised a finger at her, "Um, let's see now, I just have to go find those tea leaves." Then nervously patted his leather jacket, pulled out a plastic packet of what looked like them and grinned roguishly, "Here you go. Just do that sprinkle thing that you do on the water and…"

"Yes, I know, Dante."

"I have crackers too." He set those aside on top of the crate. "Hey, um, it looks like it'll be dark soon and I thought maybe I'd go out and get a pizza?"

Lady then realized with shocking clarity that she had left something behind,

"Oh no! My bike! I left it back at that tower!"

Dante shifted uneasily, "You're going to have to forget about that."

"What are you talking about?" She started to get up, reached for her belted armaments and was about to prepare herself to leave when Dante stopped her,

"Really, you need to forget about that bike. I'll get you another one."

"I had a perfectly good bike, thank you very much!" She argued back with frustration in her voice. Lady didn't really mean to get snippy at him, but the need to find her only means of transportation was her way out of here.

"You can't go back and get it, because I broke it! There were these blood goyles, you see, so I had to borrow it."

There, Dante thought: that should keep her from running out of here and finding out the hard way that there was no more bike and he'll have to reimburse her back for that.

"You broke it!" Her eyes narrowed into slits then heaved a sigh, "That's it; you've got a lot of paying up to do. Just how am I going to get out of here now?"

"Trust me; I'll get another bike for you. Do you want to leave so soon? I thought maybe you'd want to rest up and get your leg checked at."

She raised her eyes heavenward, "Do you see a doctor around?"

"Don't you ever rest?"

"I did. Back at the Divine Library, remember?" She snarkily replied at him, her finger poking at his leather jacket as she leaned towards him with a glare.

"And for your information, I rested quite enough! But I can tell you this, we can both go out and get something decent to eat or we stay here and fix up your place."

He was backing away from her as she walked towards him with her suggestions, "How about both? I go and get us something to eat and you rest, and we eat here. Then after we get our bellies full, we can fix up the place."

"Sounds like a plan." She smiled finally. They both looked at each other a little longer, realizing the effect of their newfound friendship. Lady had chosen her new name that Dante christened for her, knowing how kind and good this particular devil was. Dante on the other hand, with the insight that it was her who had shown him the way to what was right in his soul should thank her. But he didn't. He felt too awkward enough as it is. Maybe one day he'll thank her and she him.

Besides, he thought, she was not interested in devils even if she did come to the conclusion that they mutually liked each other with respect. It was nice enough to gain a new friend and that much he could take stock on.

"By the way," Lady broke their staring session, "I found something." She went back to the couch and retrieved a piece of frame from the corner of the couch and handed it to him,

"Who is this beautiful woman?"

Dante looked down and saw the photo of his beloved mother, Eva. He heaved a sigh, "That's my mother."