Note: Because I didn't answer your reviews in the last chapter, I'll do that now.

BloodyDemonEmpress: Thanks for not shaking me now. And you'll get a bit of an idea of what Virgil is going to do to Dante and Rona.

LadyKadaj: So far, you've been able to predict a lot of what I've had planned. So you aren't really being over imaginative.

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A week passed and Rona still couldn't decide on whether to answer Dante or not. The idea of Virgil trying to split them up bothered her. What could his reason have been? Was it because he still felt something for her? Or was it a part of how he was going to kill her? Rona thought about this while reading one of Dante's books on demons. It had collected a layer of dust that probably could have been used for a garden. But it was interesting. She had read a passage about a demon, Banith, who was often used as a hit man. He was also known for his ability as a shape shifter. He could appear as a human whenever he chose, but there was only one thing he couldn't change. His eyes.

"I was wondering when you would find the books." Rona looked up to see Dante sitting down next to her feet. "Which one is it?"

Rona closed the book, keeping a finger inside so she wouldn't lose her place. "It's one you seemed to have forgotten about… Have you heard of the demon Banith?"

Dante took the book from her and looked at the page. "No." He answered after a moment of looking at the page.

"I think he's interesting. He can change his form from demon to human—"

"So can I." Dante interrupted.

"Let me finish." She smiled. "There's only one thing that he can't change about himself. He can't change his eye color."

"And what color of eyes does he have?" Dante asked, handing back the book.

"Well," Rona started reading the description of his eyes. Her jaw dropped. Dante didn't know what had surprised her so much and wasn't able to ask. She quickly jumped off the couch, dropping the book on the floor. She dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door closed. The sound of shattering glass made Dante run in.

Rona looked at herself in the mirror, then down into the sink. Why wasn't she able to tell before? Had she lost so much of her demon half by then that her senses were completely numbed? She looked back up to the mirror and punched it as hard as she could, shattering the glass and cutting up her right hand. She let out a small whimper and backed against the wall before sliding to the floor.

Dante came in to find Rona sitting on the floor with blood pouring from her hand; Rona just watched the growing puddle of blood beneath her dangling hand. Her face was set in a blank expression. "I never knew." She whispered.

Dante quickly got a cloth to wrap her hand in and began to carefully pick out pieces of glass. "What happened?" He asked. "How did you cut your hand?"

"I just hit the mirror." She answered. She acted like she was in a dream state, her voice was monotone and her eyes stared off into nothing.

"Come on." Dante carefully helped her to her feet. "Lets get you away from this glass." Rona's legs wouldn't support her, forcing Dante to carry her out and to the couch. He set her down and held the cloth closer around her hand. "What made you break the mirror?" He asked, hoping to get some answers.

"The eyes, an emerald and a sapphire. I should have known." She answered, making Dante wonder if she had gone insane. "Devon. Banith."

Trish suddenly came in and noticed Dante holding Rona's hand. "What happened?" She asked.

"She punched out the mirror you were going to replace." Dante answered. "She read something in that book that upset her." He nodded towards the book lying on the floor. He carefully opened the cloth to look at her cuts. "Some of these are awfully deep." He commented. "I'm going to have to stitch them up."

"You don't know how to do that, Dante." Trish replied.

"That's what you think. Get the first aid kit."

"Where's that? You never told me you had a first aid kit. You don't even need one."

"I got it in case she needed it. It's in the kitchen." Dante noticed Rona was becoming a little weak from the blood loss. "Hurry." He yelled at Trish.

She rushed into the kitchen and searched for the first aid kit, hoping to find it before Rona could lose more blood. She could hear Dante reassuring Rona that he was going to help her as soon as possible. His voice was lowered to a comforting whisper but was receiving no response. She might as well have been catatonic.

Trish finally found it and ran in to give the box to Dante.

"Hold the cloth around her hand to slow the bleeding." Dante instructed. He made sure Trish was doing it right before he prepared to stitch up the cuts. Trish disinfected the cuts and held Rona's hand for Dante. He expected Rona to react when it came to putting the needle threw her skin but she didn't. He wondered what could have put her into such a state.

After stitching and wrapping Rona's hand, Trish and Dante went outside. "I don't know what made her do it. There was something in that book, something about emerald and sapphire eyes. And Devon and Banith. Who the hell are they?"

"Demons." Trish answered. "Devon is just a human form for Banith."

Dante turned towards her. "Does Rona know?"

"She does now. She's been talking to Devon every once in a while. I warned her but she didn't listen. Now she knows why." Trish took a step towards the road and turned towards Dante. "There's only one reason why he would be here."

"He's been sent, I got that." Dante turned to the door and went in.

Banith walked through the streets, his green and blue eye scanning the human world. So she now knew? This would give the other two a warning of his plans. He would have to be cautious.

"Banith." His master's voice echoed through his mind. "Come."

He knew what this meant. His master was going to change his plans on how and when to strike. Would there be a change of targets too?

It didn't take long for Banith to reach the black room. The voice seemed to fill the room as it spoke, "The plan has failed."

Bowing low, Banith began to ask what was to be done.

"Take her tonight." The voice ordered. "She will not be expecting the move. Now go."

Banith left, knowing the reason for the change. She had done what he had least expected. She went back. And Banith had been witness to it all. His disguise as Devon had made it possible.

Trish and Dante sat at each side of Rona who hadn't changed much since she found out. What the two demons didn't know was she had figured it all out. She knew the reason why Banith was there. Her condition was caused by her thinking of what to do.

Dante held Rona against his chest, making sure she was comfortable. He made her drink every once in a while, something that wasn't too hard. She drank when the cup was put to her lips. But she didn't speak.

"Trish?" Dante said after making sure Rona had finished the juice he had poured for her. "Could refill this?"

Trish took the cup and went into the kitchen, leaving Dante to cradle and rock the woman he loved. He whispered into her ear that she was going to be just fine, that he wouldn't let anything harm her.

After waiting twenty minutes without Trish coming back, Dante let Rona lay down on the couch and left to see what was taking her so long. He found the cup on the counter and the window open. A note fluttered in the soft breeze. Trish had been taken.