Authors notes: I got the idea on Dante's drinking from the DMC1 intro scene. If you played one, you'll see when Trish barges in; he had a bunch of whiskey bottles on his desk, a substantial amount, and on the floors too.

This chapter emphasizes on Trish. After the 2nd Divine Comedy quote, it picks up on where the Prologue ends.

A little note here, about Enzo, I know he was mentioned in DMC1 game, but did not appear as a character. In the manga DMC, he was portrayed as a skirt-chasing guy. I'm going to make him a bit comical, because to me, he does look like he could fit in to be a comical figure. Just like the Jester was in DMC3.

Beatrice stood with her eyes riveted

Wholly on the eternal spheres, while I

Fixed my eyes, drawn from the sky, on hers.

-Divine Comedy

Chapter 6:

She had long blonde hair, pale skin and slender curves that were only accentuated by a thin black material. In Dante's foggy mind, filled with alcohol and drenched in the pitiable depression that he had fought for many months, she drove into his life like a breath of fresh air. Literally. His entire front door completely demolished, allowing the night air to touch the warmth of his living room.

He knew right away that she was a demon. It wasn't the fact that she was sa-shaying herself in front of him, asking about who is the handyman and taking "special" jobs that he wondered what the hell these demons are up to. He noted to himself that she was probably a higher level kind since she seemed to have been possessed of a brain, despite her being blonde. Dante wasn't all that amused, though he laughed at her audacity to bust in on his home. What the hell, if the babes wanted to get to him, all they had to do was knock. He assessed her immediately, telling her to go use the bathroom in the back if she really really wanted to bust into his establishment like that.

"You lost a mother and a brother to evil twenty years ago."

She knew. That perked his interest. Another one of those wannabe demons, who like Arkham, sent him invitation years ago. Knew about his lineage through his brother.

When she stabbed him with his own sword, taunting him like a bad mother, "Didn't your daddy ever teach you how to use a sword?"

That really irked him. What gives her the right? He'd play along, though the pain would be temporary. Then she had the nerve to throw his bike at him. Damn. He was still paying late charges for the one he promised to reimburse Lady's bike.

Big deal that she knew about the death of his mother. Big deal about his brother surviving that, but was lost. Since his human mother could not possibly endure the attack of demons, his own brother would, possessing the blood of Sparda, which in the end saved his ass.

Despite them being small at the time, he had endured, longer and harder than his older brother. From evil. Yet, Virgil although survived, he was lost to evil. That power hungry twin of his became obsessed with the idea of wanting to become like father.

He couldn't understand him and they'd never see things eye to eye. He wasn't sure of his twin's objectives nor of the plans Virgil was devising, but Dante sure as hell didn't give a damn. Their battles were the only thing he was certainly interested in.

"It seems that way, but I'm not your enemy," the she-demon said on the floor, pushing herself slowly away from him, while he pointed a gun at her deception.

Dante wasn't about to believe her either. His mother's photo fell on the floor alongside the fire, illuminating her beauty within the folds of the frame. It was when the demon female took off her sunglasses that set off bombs in his head. Mother.

Was he seeing things? Was he so alcohol drenched and dreaming to himself that his beloved parent was back from the pits of hell?

It didn't take him long to follow her to wherever she wanted. Back to hell. It was just as well. Mundus, she says, well, he thought, his brother could be there as well. He'd pay him a visit and see how he enjoyed his stay at the Holiday Hells Inn. He almost chuckled aloud, trying to be cynical about the whole thing, but he couldn't. He had cried for his twin when Virgil had made the decision to stay in their father's home.

To see him again would be a good thing. There was a tug in his heart that was all too human.

He looked again at the woman in black and it was like seeing his mother all over again. Even after she betrayed him, hurt him with harsh deliberation, it was in his heart that he had to forgive. He knew why.

His mother.

Dante wouldn't cry for his brother, not this time. Not again, because this time, he had the clone of his mother in front of him when the walls came crumbling down. Time stood still and he could feel himself back as a child, all those long lonely years without her.

She was named Trish. Not Eva. But he knew, he knew when he had taken in the golden energy from Trish to defeat Mundus, that his mother had given him hope.

"It's alright, Dante, everything will be okay."

The beautiful voice lulled him, and Dante knew it was his mother.

"Mother?" He gasped. Trish had just come in - brought to life even after the tremendous attack from Mundus. Was it because he had given her the amulet and the sword? Or was it because his tears were somehow the touch to give her back the humanity that she lacked?

He had screamed, "I should have been the one to fill your dark soul with liiiggghhhttt." The tears falling like shiny diamonds on her pale cheeks.

Now, he looked across the desk at his new partner. He smiled. His mother's photo still sat atop his desk and the likeness was amazing.

The same long blonde hair, the same coloring, eyes, nose and everything. But she was Trish. His new friend and most of all a good partner who could help him rid the world of demons.

He had forgotten about Lady. He had forgotten about Virgil. Because the pain was too much and because the hollow pain he felt about losing his mother those entire long years were now being filled.

He could never defile the beautiful copy of his mother. Never.

Trish had attitude, just like his mother had. Everything, right down to her voice, she was all there, like coming back from the grave.

She was here with him in heart and soul, even if her true physical self, her human self could not.

And when her soul was filled with light, she would one day possess his mother's fire all over again.

After we had come to the fourth day,

(...) threw himself down full length at my feet

And cried, 'Father, why don't you help me?'

Inferno—Divine Comedy

They rode over the hills and crossed the deserts on their bike and under the cover of the desert sky; they only stopped once to refuel. Stamina and determination was on Trish's side. She hoped for once that she was in time. Her instincts told her that this was the place where Dante would find his destiny and the link to her own memories.

Upon entering the nearest town, they received unwelcome glances their way and perhaps rightly so since the twin cities up ahead had been besieged with demons. Trish knew this as wont her ability to realize many things that Mundus had given her as part of her memories. They brought her an uncomfortable pain, but she dared not tell her partner. He was after all the boy she loved with all her soul and would protect him as he would protect her.

The streets were lined with broken asphalt and the buildings were shabby. In this city, the wealthy few whose homes were angled and tiled in rounded terra-cotta instead of broken, unleveled cement and mostly flat that the poor owned contrasted against the poorly lit sky. Maybe it was the atmosphere of the city that brought on dark clouds and painful expressions on the faces of the citizens. They looked hopeless in their lowered gazes, almost afraid and resentful of anyone. Seeing their new visitors, they were immediately suspicious.

Armies had been brought here before as evidenced from the recent destruction that went through and the poor who were already losing what minimal hope they had roamed the streets. Living was just something they had to do. Humans, Trish remembered what Dante told her - "We humans, we never give up!" Even as they inhale their last breath.

Destitution is just another vice in humans' lives and the dominions from demons are the things they fought against. Ironically, the two strangers in the town possessed demon's blood. Life is and had always been ironic really, Dante mused to himself. Just like having his mother back in the form of Trish. The only things he needed now if he ever got his entire family back were Sparda and Vergil. He eyed the Sparda sword strapped at the back of his partner's back and sometimes, he wondered if there were faint residues of his father there.

He wondered too if Trish knew and sometimes she would eye the sword lovingly as if it held memories for her. Dante had thought at first it was because it was given to her during her death state. A sort of memento for doing the ultimate sacrifice and as happy endings go, miraculously she turned up. He also remembered what his long lost brother said to him about the other piece, the amulet and Vergil's voice echoed in his mind,

No one can have this, Dante. It belongs to a Son of Sparda.

Would Vergil have been upset that he had given it to Trish? The woman who possessed the voice, the appearance of their mother? He didn't think so.

He was right in allowing Trish to keep them. After all, she had the face and body of their beloved mother they both lost many years ago. As children, Vergil and him were always in competition for her love and attention. She never chose a favourite, because she loved them both so dearly, like two opposite loves and the breath of her life.

And one day, Dante believed, one day it will belong to a son of a Sparda. His son.

Painful sharp memories brought tears stinging at the back of his eyes, remembering something so far away and they were as foggy as the sky above. Was the future so dim or was it so bright that he was not allowed to see it?

Dante pulled over, turning off his bike and swung his leg over the side, "Looks like we missed out on this place, Trish. Demons were here, but the governments armies looked like they took care of it. Probably bottom feeders. Nothing to worry about I suppose."

The breeze picked up, the smell of dead carcass drifted by and made Trish put her hand over her nose, "That may be, but I wish we could have helped somehow…." Her thoughts stopped her and she half smiled, "We have to stop here for a little while. Enzo said he'd be here."

Dante gave her a wide eyed look, "Enzo? What the hell? I don't really want to talk to that guy right now. He was seriously pissing me off last time we butt heads."

The blonde gave her partner a frustrated look, "Really, Dante, you need to take it easy on the guy. He just looks up to you that's all."

"Look up to me? How so?" He scoffed at her, shaking his silver haired head, then leaned over to her, "Because he's shorter than me? Is it the fact that he steals my food and I'm always generous and kind enough to allow it or I'd have kicked his fat butt out of my home long ago? Or that he wishes he had demons blood like me?" He narrowed his light sapphire eyes at the way the wind had considerably picked up and took Ebony out of its secured place from behind his coat tails.

"Looks like we have company, Trish. Let's get ready to rock."

People that were around started to run, their heavy feet scrambling to find openings in buildings to run into and the noise of the approaching demon was brought to light in the spiral of the air around them.

Trish saw the demon in its glory: three eyes misplaced in the folds of its body and it managed to throw wind small tunnels their way and the blonde barely managed to escape one of its grasp. She pulled out her twin pistols and started shooting and all the while Dante fired at it, the bullets passed through its body as if it were wind itself. The silver haired half breed growled, and said between his teeth, "These retards need their wind blades disabled!"

Dante started cursing as did a jump back, then cartwheeled to his right as the blades of the monsters wind attacked, passing by. They blew up as it hit the broken asphalt.

Trish nodded in agreement, her dark sunglasses pulled up to hold her bright hair," We have to find the source of its wind, Dante."

She looked up. There were wind turbines, like windmills that were mounted on a tower over the flat rooftops of the town. The weather seemed to have cleared a bit to show the tower. Must have been the appearance of the demon with the power of wind and she used her demon powers to generate a devil trigger, hoping it was enough to last her while Dante pumped more bullets into the monster. At least to distract the demon long enough as it tried to play with the half breed by throwing more wind blades, and long enough for Trish to move her butt to the stop the wind's energy with their propeller-like blades on that tower.

She shot at the propellers and the two or three blades, which were mounted on a shaft that acted as an airplane wing exploded upon the impact of the bullets. Suddenly the demon below slowed its attack and a low growl, like the sound of a motor winded itself down.

The lithe blonde closed her eyes and saw that Dante was fine. As if she thought he wouldn't be. The air breathed around them and from her viewpoint she saw the majestic display of the twin cities. Biting her lip, there Dante would find his destiny. She closed her eyes and if praying was something she never did, she found her mind thinking of those things that she had forgotten long ago.

Even Demons like her hoped and prayed. It was what kept her separate from the demons they killed.

She dropped down with ease; her black boots met contact with the haphazard of concrete. All the noises around them became sharply focused and a tall shadow came from out of the folds from one of the downtrodden building. Enzo had come out of the building and his eyes shifted back and forth as if there were demons that would come upon him. He raised a shaky hand to the demon hunters, "Hey guys!" A smile then lit his face brightly, "So glad you guys came in time! The armies left here you know."

Trish put away her twin pistols and placed her dark sunglasses back down, "Really, Enzo, you knew those wind demons would be here didn't you?"

He shook his head, "No, no, Trish, I had no idea." He had his hands up as if he were being persecuted and looked over at the disinterested half demon. Dante smirked over at him and walked to his bike, pulled out the stand and shifted his leg over to sit on his bike. The half devil's hands gripped the handlebars and saw Enzo approaching him, "Dante," he said, "You're still not mad at me?"

"For what?" The silver haired man snorted, "For making me starve by eating everything out of my home? Or for sending a message to Trish to get my ass over here so you can ask for a favour?"

"Aw, shucks, Dante, you know me too well," The overweight man grinned, his hand over his dark head to scratch it, "I need to go with you two to the twin cities up ahead. I couldn't go by myself, because, well," his dark eyes shifted, "There's more than just the usual demons that haunt there. Troubles brewing, Dante and that's why I asked Trish to get you over here."

"Trish doesn't like it when I don't get paid." Dante drawled, "Right, Trish?"

His partner laughed, "Enzo is good for his word this time or I will personally allow you to skewer him."

Enzo laughed too, but his voice was shaky, "I know I haven't paid you for last time and yeah I'll make it worth your while. There's big big money to be had in the twin cities. Some big politician leaders with lots of corporate back up there have been creating demons of their design."

Dante's expression became curious, his interest showed in the sparkle of his light eyes, "Really now?" Then he grabbed Enzo by the collar, "It's not that I need the money so badly, but….I have bills to pay. Being a half devil doesn't give me the right to take advantage of the country's right to their money."

The round man shook his head, "I don't know why the government doesn't just give you free benefits for taking down all the demons that plague this world. Hell, you should get everything for free."

"I do for the most part, but I do need the funds for the future…." Dante's voice faltered. He didn't know why really, but he kept thinking about the children that he'd have someday. If this was a world for his kids, he better make damn sure he had something. His father may have given him and Vergil mementos and the pure devil's blood that coursed through their veins, but that wasn't going to secure retirement for his kids now was it? Unless he was a bully about it and took what he wanted, but not him and his own brother would be the same way.

They did not bully others to get what they wanted. Even Vergil in his opposition was too noble for that. After all, they possessed their father's blood and their mother's integrity.

His father had left them all alone to fend against the prejudice of humans and to fight against the horde of demons that threatened against humanity. Dante swallowed and there was a lump in his throat as he thought of his father. For so long he had resented him and now he couldn't help but wonder if Vergil was right.

Why do you refuse to accept the power of our father?

He had let go of the man and Enzo grinned from ear to ear, "So hey, can I ride with Trish on the way there?"

"Go ask her." Dante snorted, "But you're not getting behind me."

Trish eyed Enzo with suspicion, "Oh you can ride behind me, but you better keep your hands to yourself. Or you'll find yourself electrocuted."

So they started off, leaving some citizens from that town to view the departing guests from their hidden places. Their eyes marveled at the strength of the demon hunters and each of them wondered why fought against their own kind. Truly even this was a miracle in itself and some even smiled. They saw that the visitors were heading towards the sky scrapers that were part of the twin cities and there sat hope in their hearts.

Next, the return of Lady, but with new characters. After that, Nelo Angelo on 8th chapter.