Note: Sorry about the wait. School can postpone so many things. Anyways, here's the newest chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

Rona's POV

I open my eyes to find myself in what seems to be an opera house. Why does it look so familiar? And why do I feel like there is something I once agreed to here? My eyes glide over everything in the room, noting the stage that looks more complete than the rest of the room. Slowly, I walk towards it, expecting to be interrupted any second.

Before long I stop and listen to the flapping of leathery wings. A group of bats fly around me to gather on the stage to form a woman who I feel I should recognize but don't. Why do I feel like I've been through this before?

The woman speaks with her back towards me, such a foolish move. "You don't recognize me little mother?"

"Should I?" I ask, wondering how she knew I was pregnant.

She turns, her eyes seeming to burn with her expectation of my recognition. "We once talked here. You made a promise to me. I hope you can at least remember that."

"I've never met you before." What promise?

Her hand floats toward me, making me realize that she had taken a few steps closer to me. I don't feel threatened by her, so I stand in place and watch her as she touches the side of my face like a sister. "He's made this spell strong. I can't break it. But maybe," She tilts her head as though in though, "they can. I know you understand who I'm talking about."

Do I know?

I watch as she turns away and laughs, only to disintegrate into bats and fly away.

"What's happened to her for the months he had her?" Dante asked as he paced across the kitchen floor, his head hung low as he tries to fathom what might have happened to Rona without him there to protect her.

Virgil, while sitting on a near by chair and growing more annoyed with Dante's pacing than his questions, answered, "You have proof of at least one thing that happened to her. And stop your pacing, it's giving me a headache."

Dante not only continued his pacing, but began to stomp as well. "I mean what else. And how can we get rid of it without hurting Rona?"

"You know she'll fight us if we try." Virgil suddenly shot from his chair and stopped Dante's stomping and pacing, signaling for him to be silent.

"What's your problem?"

"Shh." Covering Dante's mouth with a gloved hand, Virgil looked towards Dante's room. "She's trying to free herself." He suddenly disappeared and reappeared in front of the bedroom door, waving for Dante to follow.

Not wanting to lose Rona because of Virgil, Dante quickly and silently moved to stand behind his brother who had begun to open the door. The sounds of struggling had stopped, signifying that she knew they were near. The twins silently walked into the room, both trying to seem less of a threat even though murderous thoughts ran through their minds about Banith.

Virgil calmly walked to Rona and checked her binds, finding they were still tight enough to hold her. "She's not getting away today." He explained.

Watching her, Dante suddenly felt a wave of rage engulf him. How could Banith have done this to her? To the woman he would have died for, the woman his heart had died for when she was taken from him.

Grabbing his sword, Dante headed out the door with Virgil calling to him, asking him what he was doing even though he already knew.

"I'm going to kill the bastard for what he did to her." He growled in response. He had reached the hallway outside the bedroom door before Virgil had stopped him.

"I want to kill him too, Dante. But this isn't the time. We don't even know where he is." Virgil tried to convince him.

"He's going to die tonight. That's a promise to Rona."

Rona listened, not knowing why she felt her heart swell with pride for this man that was threatening to kill her master. She didn't even know this Dante. Yet, for some reason, she felt some recognition and maybe even a loving trust. But this all had to be an illusion. She was dedicated to her master. She would never betray him, or would she? These men that had captured her seemed to care so much for her well-being. How well did they know her?

She watched as the door swung open and the one called Dante was pushed through.

"We'll take care of him later when we find him." The other growled, glancing at her with sad eyes. What did he seem to regret whenever he looked her way?

Banith sat on his small throne, pondering the reasons why Rona wouldn't have returned to him. Would they have killed her? Would they have killed the child she carried? He thought Dante might have, but Virgil would know better. He would understand that while she was under his control, she would do whatever it took to keep herself and his child safe.

The shadows seemed to move ahead of him, alerting him to the presence of another demon. A demon he recognized as soon as he could smell him. "Why did you leave Rona and my heir behind?" He demanded.

Fidgeting at the anger in his master's voice, the demon spoke in his snake like voice, "She ordered me to remain in the streets while she searched. I heard the sound of fighting for mere seconds until it was all silent."

"She was killed?" Banith rushed.

The demon shook his skull formed head. "I do not know, master. I found no evidence of her death or life.

Banith thought for a moment. They wouldn't have killed her if they had recognized her. But how would they have known who it was? Her identity was so well hidden that there would have been no way.

"Watch Devil May Cry for any possibility of her having survived. As soon as you see she is alive, attack. If she is dead, come back and tell me."

The demon bowed and left his master to his thoughts and concerns.

Virgil, after having found something to act as a distraction to Dante, had sent his brother to search for any evidence of demons, leaving him with Rona. He sat next to her, noting how she had at first stiffened up at his approach until something had made her relax. Was she remembering? He didn't think so. The spell had too strong a hold over her. He doubted that even the devil would be able to break it. Let alone Rona.

Moving his hand slowly, he caressed her cheek, watching as her eyes followed his movements and seemed to soften. But there was a fear in them he never thought he would see. He didn't think it was a fear of him, but he wasn't going to ignore that possibility. "What did he do to you?" He whispered softly.

Rona looked up at him, curious as to why he cared so much. "He…" she started, unable to finish.

Virgil was shocked that she was even going to answer. He urged her on. "What did he do?"

Her eyes filled with tears as she tried to choke the words out. "He forced me to…"

His icy eyes suddenly filled with the realization of what she was trying to say. Her pregnancy was the result of rape, not the loyalty of a servant to a master.

Without thinking of what she might do, he untied her arms and legs.

The look on her face and in her eyes was enough to let him know she didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she wanted to escape or not.

"If you stay, you won't have to go through his torture again." He explained. "I won't stop you if you want to leave."

She sat up, watching him with a hint of distrust hidden by hope. "Will you… help me live?" She whispered.

Reacting as a father would towards a daughter, he rushed to her andheld her close, the fact that she hadn't tried to run having escaped his attention. "I promise to make him pay for what he did. I promise to help you." He whispered roughly in her ear.

Rona, believing his words, slowly slid her arms around him. Why did she trust him so much? Why did she feel she could depend on him and Dante? Why?

So many questions that she felt she should know the answers to but didn't. What happened in the time she remembered nothing? Were Banith's claims of her always serving him true? Was she his warrior? Was she given to him as a gift from the gods to do with as he pleased? Were these all lies?