Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Devil May Cry.

Note: I will be making the sequel a continuation. I'm also thinking of maybe having three sections of the story. You can give your opinions on this whenever you want.

Sanctuary of Darkness: I have a facintaion with fire so representing them by it was something I had been waiting to do. Making this longer was actually one of my reasons for thinking of having the sequel as a continuation. That and this computer is bad enough that it would never let me add a new story.

magusanubis: The sequel is going to be a part of this story. The first chapter is already in the making. And there were enough people that asked so you'll get to see what happens next probably tomorrow. And you're not the only one that got emotional with the last chapter, I did too.

LadyKadaj: The people that read the first story also never read the sequel when I last did that. So I probably won't put out many sequels, just continuations. They are the Dante and Virgil from DMC3. I'm kind of going to travel through all three time periods, maybe.

BloodyDemonEmpress: It's continuing, so you'll have more to read. I'm glad that you at least review when you can.

Ok. Now, before I'm interrupted by one of my nephews, I'll let you get to the chapter. It's kind of an intro to the next section of the story. Enjoy.

Rona watched as Virgil ran at her brother, his sword ready for the kill. She suddenly acted without knowing what she was doing or why. She used her telekinesis to move Dante just before she saw the blade of Yamato exit through her brother's chest. She soon realized what she had done; she had helped in the murder of her brother.

"Aris!" She cried and ran forward, only to be caught and held by Dante. She struggled against him, trying to go to her twin though she knew it was too late. He was already dead, his blood running colder by the second.

Virgil accepted the power from the demon, holding out his hand to the red and black flame hovering over the body lying at his feet in the sand. A red pool slowly spread from the body, almost seeming to be setting a perimeter around the new death.

He saw Rona fall against Dante, knowing that he had caused her grief but would make it all right in the end. He would give her a new family, he and Dante. They would be close and never leave each other's sides. He would do his best to get along with his brother, just to give her the life she deserved.

Closing his eyes, Virgil knew everything would be just as it should be.

Her heart broken, Rona tried to figure out how she could have allowed such a thing to happen. She sank to the ground, feeling Dante do his best to hold her. She moved her eyes to her brother, almost believing she could hear him asking her to take revenge for his death.

"Rona." A voice whispered, waking her from her dream. She looked around the room, seeing no one was there.

Covering her tired eyes with a trembling hand, she slowly came to the conclusion that it had been a part of the dream. It had been a week since she had lost Dante and Virgil, something she had almost come to regret. Her brother had moved in with her, saying that he wanted to live somewhere that didn't remind him of what he was for close to a month. Rona believed it was because he wanted to help her forget. But she could never forget. They were too close to her heart, especially since she was no longer human. She felt like they had become like relatives to her. She couldn't hear the voice of her demon half any more, deciding that she didn't need to since she though like her a little more each day.

Wanting to see the twins again, she crawled along her bed and to the PS2. Switching it on, she made sure her brother hadn't changed the game and began the fight against Arkham. She made the fight as short as possible and watched as Dante and Virgil made the decision to work together.

A smile twisted her lips as she watched them walk side by side, making her realize they would live as they were supposed to. But she hoped they were able to change their future and were now working together. Then again she doubted that was what had happened.

"Had another dream?" Rona heard Aris ask.

She looked from her TV and towards the door. The two of them, later causing the owner to just give her the apartment in case there would be another time where such repairs would be needed, had repaired everything.

"Yeah." Rona answered. "More like a nightmare, actually. I can't help but miss them."

Aris came closer to her and sat on the bed. "I know." He gently rubbed her back, hoping to comfort her. "I'm sure you were close. But you might not be able to get them back."

"I can't." She corrected. She paused the game and listened to her brother.

"There might be a chance."

Rona looked to her brother's eyes. What was he talking about?

"You still have a piece of the crystal. That's why you're still half demon. There might be enough power left in that shard to take you to them."

Aris watched the blank look on his sister's face become one of shock then joy. She nearly knocked him over when she threw herself at him for the purpose of giving him a hug as thanks. He was glad she hadn't been holding any of her weapons at the time.

Being thrilled with the idea, she leaped from off her bed and near the door and began chattering about how nice it would be to be back with them. But her happiness soon faded when she realized her brother hadn't said anything about him going with her. "What about you?" Her ecstatic features had now faded into seriousness and worry.

"I'm human." He began. "I wouldn't survive in that world. Besides, you don't belong here where nothing happens. You've been bored and depressed because of it. You should be where there's adventure, where you aren't going to be called crazy for believing you're half demon. You should have the life that's impossible here."

Rona leaned against the wall, trying not to knock any of her swords from the wall. She watched her brother leave her room to get ready for work. How could she decide to leave him? But then, how could he suggest that she leave? She didn't know the answers but knew that she had to work on preparing a song for a funeral. She had been asked several times to sing at weddings, funerals and church ceremonies. She never sang her songs for the public, though. She only sang what was requested. Her own songs, any more, were about them. She figured it was her way of saying goodbye. But it was always the same. The songs made her miss them so much that she cried.

Searching through her closet, she suddenly kicked something she knew shouldn't have been there. She soon found it was a guitar case. Her eyes welled with tears as she took it out to find the red guitar Dante had bought her. She carefully pulled it out and tested the strings, listening to their well-tuned notes. She soon made up her mind about what she was going to do, but she would sing at the funeral first before planning out her future.

Hurrying to get ready, she left the guitar on her bed where it rested and reminded her of a memorial. But to whom she couldn't guess.

Hours passed before she returned to her apartment. She quickly cooked a dinner for her brother and changed out of her black satin dress. The only dress she owned. She changed into a red spaghetti strap shirt and blue jeans.

Lying on the couch, she began to read until she fell asleep.

She was backin the cave where she had last seen Dante and Virgil. Moonlight fell in from the hole, acting as a spot light that pointed her out from everything else. She heard a sound to her left and spun to meet it. What she saw would forever haunt her. There stood Virgil, a look of burning hatred in his eyes. He looked like he was about to say something until Rona heard Dante say her name. She turned to see his welcoming eyes and smiled.

"Come on." Dante spoke. "I promise I'll take care of you."

Rona didn't know what to do. She wanted to know why Virgil appeared to hate her but also wanted the comfort and safety Dante would give her. She knew she couldn't have both at once.

Sinking to her knees, she began to shiver.

A warm hand rested on her shoulder before pulling her into a warm embrace.

Opening her eyes, Rona knew what would happen of she were to go back to sleep. She would never see her brother again but knew he would do just fine without her, maybe even better. She had felt like a weight that was getting to be too much for her brother to bear. She couldn't let it continue.

Slowly, she closed her eyes and slept once again.