Note: An update at last. It sure took me a while.
LadyKadaj: Don't worry. I didn't laugh. Nevan is a sorceress who became a guitar/scythe after Dante defeated her. And because I'm sure I didn't give that good of an expalanation, go to There are profiles for at least most of the demons you fight in DMC3. I hope this has helped. And you will find out which twin Rona goes with in the next chapter.
Bustahead: Thank you for waiting patiently. My mind wasn't cooperating with me before and finally is now.
BloodyDemonEmpress: I could never get the hang of using Nevan in a fight. But it is a cool weapon.
Devils That Cry: Thanks for reviewing. I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far.
Celtic Dawn Star: I'd hate to tell you anything about the story since I'm not sure of how far you are into it. But you will find out who she ends up with in the next chapter. I can honestly say that.
Okay. I hope you like this chapter. If you have any questions or suggestions, you know you can e-mail me or write it in your review.
Banith went to where he had hidden Trish. "Wake up, beauty." He said before slapping her. "It's time for you to have your breakfast."
Trish glared at him and, afterwards, looked at what he had brought her. "You really think I'm going to eat that?" She asked. Whatever it was he had brought for her no longer looked edible.
With a smirk, Banith put the plate down in front of her. "You have gone long enough without eating. You must be hungry enough to eat anything."
"You were wrong." Trish growled and spat at him. "I would never eat anything you would bring me. Especially since it's probably poisoned."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. And you once considered me your partner, at least until you were sent to kill Sparda's son. What made you change your mind, and so quickly, too. We were unstoppable together. We could have taken over hell." He roughly grabbed the hair on the back of her head and forced her to look at him. "We could have overthrown Mundus. But you turned against me just before he had sent you to take care of the half-breed. You were the cause for my exile. Why did you do it, Trish?"
Trish glared into his eyes. "It never would have worked. Mundus was too strong."
"And yet he was defeated by a demon weaker than I am." He threw her head back and turned away. "A demon which you happened to be working with and who will soon die tonight. How willing do you think he will be to give his life for you? Will he return the favor? I guess there is only one way to find out." Banith slowly walked out of the room, knowing Trish would be thinking of what he had said. It had no real value in his plans but it was a way to make her suffer a little as he had.
"Dante, what did you do with the rest of my clothes?" Rona asked as she walked into Dante's room wearing a towel to find him sitting, relaxed at his desk. "Because I am not wearing this." She held up the outfit Dante had left for her. It was the same top she had fought with him about but now with a pair of matching shorts. "I like the dark red, but I don't like the style."
Dante closed his eyes and leaned back. "Tough, then, I guess. Cause I'm not telling you where you're other clothes was moved to."
Narrowing her eyes, Rona quickly walked to Dante and pushed his chair over, spilling him onto the floor.
Surprised, Dante's eyes flew open as he tried to find something to hold onto but he was too late. "What was that for?" He asked from the floor.
"Just a thank you." She growled back.
Stomping through the house, Rona went into the bathroom to change into the clothes Dante had chosen for her. She couldn't believe he would have the audacity to do such a thing as hide her clothes and force her to wear something that was close to a bikini. And he knew that it was that night they would be going to save Trish. It had been a long week of training and she hoped she was ready.
Waiting outside the door, Dante thought of how she would look. He couldn't help but smirk. But what would happen after that night? She almost seemed as though she dreaded something. It wasn't death; she almost seemed to relish the thought of death instead of life. What could be on her mind so much that she would be willing to die to prevent?
The bathroom door opened and Rona walked out. Dante slowly walked around her, scanning every inch of her as he moved. "You look beautiful." He finally said after stopping in the same place he had started at. "You should dress like this more often."
"I don't think so." Rona said in a low voice and walked into his bedroom. She stood at the window and looked into the streets. No one was there except for a dark figure looking back up at her. Of course she knew who it was. He had watched her often.
Rona jumped when she felt Dante's arms sliding around her waist. "Sneaking up on me now?"
"Who's that?" Dante asked, looking out the window as well.
"No one." Rona turned and looked up at Dante. "What are we going to do until tonight?" She asked to try changing the subject.
Dante kissed her neck. "Giving you a hint?"
Rona pulled away. "I can't." She whispered before jumping out the window. She knew Virgil would come to her as soon as she was out of Dante's sight. That was what she wanted. She had some questions to ask him and she couldn't have Dante ruining it.
The streets were empty and almost seemed cold. The light had slowly begun to fade and the shadows growing longer. Virgil waited in an alley for Rona. He wasn't calling to her as he had done before, but she was calling to him.
It was strange to him how she had learned such ability when she was only human. But then she had created a strong link between herself and the twins that an impossible ability for a human was simple for her.
Virgil saw Rona come into view and silently stepped along side her, taking her hand so she could be led. "You wanted to speak with me?" He asked as he led her towards the park.
"Do you know Banith?" She asked, allowing him to lead her without a fight.
Virgil chuckled. So she had figured out more than he had hoped. "Yes, I know him."
Rona was silent until they had reached the park and Virgil motioned for her to sit on the bench he had chosen. "Why?" She asked, knowing he would understand her question.
Sitting next to her, Virgil whispered, "I couldn't let Dante have you."
Her eyes reflected her curiosity. "You…" She whispered, not sure of what she wanted to say.
"You had betrayed me when you sent me back. I wanted you dead until I saw you again. Then I wanted to take you from my brother." He looked into her golden eyes to see a look he had never expected.
"I…" She struggled to speak until Virgil stopped her words with a kiss.
"I will be there tonight." He whispered to her.
"For my death or to save me?" She asked.
Virgil gave no answer. He left before she could persist.
Dante waited outside the door with the weapons. He trusted her enough to come back when it was time and was right to. He could see her in the distance as she walked back. Her hair was lifted from her shoulders in the gentle breeze. He said nothing, giving her the chance to have the first word.
Her eyes focused on Dante, Rona took Nevan and said, "Lets go."
The two of them arrived at the same park Rona had been to with Virgil. She could even see Trish tied and sitting on the same bench they had been on.
"Dante?" Rona whispered, hoping he would hear her.
"What?" He asked in annoyance.
She smirked before telling him what she wanted him to do. "Circle around and wait for me to distract Banith. Then get Trish out of here."
"How are you going to distract him?" Dante didn't like the sound of this.
Rona looked at Banith and answered, "I'm going to attack him head on." She looked back at Dante. "Now go." Something in her voice had told Dante not to argue. He couldn't tell what it was, or maybe it was just that the darkness almost seemed to make her a different person.
He ran through the darkness, moving silently enough that no one could hear him.
Rona steadied her breathing and began to walk towards Banith, Nevan held tightly in her hands as she prepared to play a song to call the bats. She thought of Virgil and how he had said he would be there, but where was he? And who's side was he going to fight on?
The guitar began to play, her hands moving of their own volition. She watched as bats flew at Banith, barely bruising him.
"So the human is the one who chooses to fight me. Where's the half-breed?" Banith turned towards her and grinned sinisterly.
"I won't be fighting you, Banith." She carefully set Nevan on her back and watched as Banith approached her. "It would be no contest." Spreading her arms out, she gave him a clear shot at her heart, watching as Dante carried Trish away and glanced back at her with longing and fear.
Banith pulled out a short sword and whispered. "I'll take care of them later. First, I'll kill you as he had always wanted."
"Banith." A powerful voice yelled through the rising wind. "Leave her."
A sickening grin spread across Banith's lips. "You couldn't ignore it, could you?" He asked as he turned. "After all, you did love her."
Virgil walked from the shadows, his hair being blown to the side. He gave no answer, only a calmness that chilled Banith.
Teleporting between Banith and Rona, he thought of whether he would save her or not.
Dante set Trish on the ground, telling her he would be back with Rona. He ran back, holding Sparda at his side. He would finish this and save her, he promised himself.
He found Banith and Rona but with Virgil standing between them. He could barely hear what was being said, just enough that he understood what was going on.
"Virgil." Rona spoke, lightly touching his shoulder and signaling for him to turn towards her. She calmly whispered to him, "I forgive you. But now, I need your forgiveness for what's about to happen." She saw Banith walk around them, preparing to kill her. She gently kissed Virgil and added. "I love you."
Dante watched as Banith walked behind Rona. He wanted to stop him but didn't. He didn't understand what was holding him back. Maybe it was how Rona had looked so afraid to live. Or maybe he wanted to know what Virgil was going to do. He promised himself he would step in if Virgil did nothing.
Virgil looked down at Rona, wondering what she was talking about until he looked up and saw Banith running at Rona with the short sword ready to impale her. He looked back to Rona and kissed her. Would he save her? Or would he watch Banith kill her?
Note: I stopped there for a reason. I wanted to ask if you want a third part to the story or not. If you do, Rona will marry one of the twins. If you don't, Rona will die and the twins bury her. I'll let you decide on this through reviews or e-mails. You can even give suggestions as to who you think she should marry if she lives.