His mother's voice would come to him in his dream: Dante, be strong, you are my seed, our seed.
She was also referring to his estranged father. The father who left him and his mother to death and to his former enemy, but he remembered how his mother told him that no matter what, his father did fight against evil and freed the humans from slavery.
Was she a slave too?
He wondered at so many things and stopped wondering.
Eva's face would come back to him in the form of Trish. He didn't need his mother's photo as Trish's face was the reminder when he went out on hunts with her. With her face and the amulet he gave her, plus his father's sword, it was as if his mother is now the strong and powerful woman that she was meant to be; of course with the huge help of having demonic powers given from Mundus. The irony of it was laughable.
See what you have created, Mundus?
Your plan has backfired!
Mundus: If you wanted a mother, I can create as many as you want!
He saw that the next demon worshipper had created as many as he wanted. Hope came again in the form of another woman.
He hated all demons.
Trish was an exception because she died, and lived for him again.
She changed like the butterfly did coming out of that ugly cocoon.
But then after the years came and went, and after years of seeing all the horrible demons and what they did to people, hope came again in the form of another demon: Lucia.
She would fight alongside just like Matier had fought alongside his father.
History was repeating itself, but hope never died.
Hope came in Lucia's form, in the little lights that shone and came out of her wings.
She proved to Dante that there is hope in few demons that turned. That from which the defection and from the love given to her from Matier; she became the antithesis of her creation. She cried tears of sadness, because she was a demon. He had given her hope!
Dante had reached over to tell her that she was more human than many of the humans he had encountered in many years.
His mother was speaking to him again in the amulet.
Through Trish, she was alive.
Through the women he met, he felt alive, and hope was given to him again.