Note: The newest chapter is finally up. I hope you like it. I actually wrote it while I was waiting for a class to start.

NightHawk666: Thanks for what you said about both this story and my poem. You'll probably see more poetry from me later on.

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Rona's POV

I didn't understand what I saw, the blood on my hand, the pain, and the broken mirror. Maybe that was why I wanted answers from Vergil so badly. Or maybe it was because of how comforting his presence was. Dante seemed to either make me nervous; like there was something he waited for me to answer when I didn't know the question, or too comfortable to trust him. The confusion grew with every moment I spent with him. What did he want me to tell him? What was he waiting for me to say?

I look at the ring, words surfacing in my mind only to drift away before I can understand their meaning. What is wrong with me? Why do I keep feeling like I should know something that no one else does?

The familiar sound of bats again, I must be sleeping for that is the only time I see her.

"Do you remember my name?" She asks me. What am I supposed to say?

Shaking my head, I turn to her. "I've never seen you, sorceress."

She smirks. What does she find so entertaining.

"I didn't tell you I was a sorceress… Guess my name."

I see the word, is that it? "…Nevan?"

She nods. "Do you remember the promise?"

I freeze. Why does her mention of a promise scare me? Why does it feel so much like a past mistake that might no longer be a mistake? "What are you talking about?"

"Recall your promise to me and I'll help you regain your memories." She walks towards me, her hand stretched out to touch my cheek. I want to pull away but I somehow trust her.

My voice works on it's own as I tell her what I see as the promise. So horrible, but it strangely makes sense. The fear I had before had been for someone else, not who it involved now. Now the promise seems like justice, but for whom? For Nevan? For me? Why do I feel like I should know this?

She laughs, a sound that has become familiar to me because of these dreams. "You've remembered enough for the rest to come back. I'll help you but always remember your promise to me. And never allow Dante or Vergil to know it."

I nod my agreement. What choice do I have? I want to know what these memories are that I am supposed to have forgotten. I want to know why these demon twins want to protect me and why I mean so much to them. I want to know why Banith treated me so terribly when he seemed to respect the rest of his so called slaves.

Rona walked into the kitchen, her belly now somewhat larger than it was before. A month had gone by and Vergil and Dante were becoming concerned about what she was going to give birth to. But she already knew. She could feel it in her blood, in her soul. The child she would birth would be her revenge, her way of true betrayal to Banith.

"Are you hungry?" Dante asked, calling her out of her thoughts.

She nods and sits down. "You already know what I'll eat."

Vergil smirks. "Bacon, sausage, ham, any meat that's around."

Rona smiled about Vergil's unusual comment. Unusual since he rarely let them be known. "At least I'm not asking for blood." She grimaced from the thought. Banith gave her chalices full of blood after learning she was pregnant. And not wanting to make the same mistake twice, she drank it willingly after refusing the first. His slaps and punches always left bruises, he hit harder every time, wanting the pain to last a while as a reminder.

Vergil gave her a glass of orange juice, remembering how she used to always drink fruit punch. But now she wouldn't even look at any red liquids. It made him curious but he never asked, figuring it would be better if he left it alone.

"You should go to a doctor." Dante suddenly spoke. Why would he suggest such a thing? Rona wondered.

"Why? You know what I'm carrying. Do you really think a doctor is going to be any help? It's too far out of their narrow-minded beliefs. Besides, if you took me to a doctor that understood, he'd kill it. I can't allow that." Rona looked at her juice, smirking about the fact that Banith would probably tell her it was killing the baby. But it was half human. It would survive.

Vergil gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "He means that it will be good to go to a doctor so that you'll have one to go to when you give birth."

She raised an eyebrow, giving one of her you've-got-to-be-kidding looks. "This baby will be more likely to kill a doctor after its birth than to make the birth itself easy on me. I can't go to a human for this. And a demon would take it back to Banith or the devil."

"Why does it matter so much to you?" Dante nearly yelled, unable to take it any more. To him, the child belonged to a monster. In his mind, the child never should have come to be.

Her eyes, which had begun to burn with a flame he had only seen when she fought, focused on him. He could feel the heat of her anger but wasn't threatened by it. "It is a part of me." She growled. "I can't destroy my own flesh. My own blood. I've carried it long enough to know that it's depending on me for survival. Something you will never truly understand."

Vergil watched calmly as the two stared each other down. This was their argument. He wasn't going to interfere.

"I'll have this baby here if I need to. And no one is going to tell me otherwise."

The sound of someone at the door broke the tension between Dante and Rona, making Vergil wonder what would have happened if there hadn't been an interruption. "I'll get it." He said quietly as he moved from his place against the wall.

"I'll come with you." Rona whispered as she stood and followed.

Vergil opened the door to reveal a woman that looked close to his age and just as mature. She wore several guns about her waist and legs, over blue-jean shorts with a white button up shirt. Her hair, which Rona kept thinking should be short, was dark and tied back. She immediately pulled out a gun when she realized whom it was that was standing before her. "You're supposed to be dead." She said in a low growl that had a hint of panic.

"Nice to see you too." Vergil answered, ignoring the gun aimed at his chest. "Are you going to come in, or are you just going to stand there thinking of shooting me. It won't do you any good, by the way. I've survived hell, I can survive that."

"Hey, Lady. Long time no see. What's up?" Dante exclaimed cheerfully behind them.

Before she could stop him, Rona found herself being held tightly to Dante as he told Lady, "This is Rona. You remember what I told you about her."

Lady looked at Rona curiously. "You told me she was young when you met her. I just didn't think she was fourteen at the time."

"I'll explain it to you later." Dante released his hold on Rona and pushed Vergil out of the way so Lady could walk in. "Right now I'll just tell you that she's close to the same age as when I--"

"We." Vergil corrected.

"First met her. She's just a few months older and pregnant."

"Yours?" Lady asked.

Dante hesitated. "...No. Banith's."

"And you're keeping her here?" Lady was now looking at Dante is if he were insane.

"What else was I going to do? She needed help. I couldn't just let him torture her."

"We weren't the ones that found her. She found us even though she didn't know who we were. He took her memory." Vergil said, noticing that Rona was feeling uncomfortable about how everyone was talking about her. "We can talk about it later. For now, what are you doing here?"

"I should ask you the same thing." Lady answered.

"I'm here to help take care of her."

"What a coincidence, so am I." Her dual colored eyes found their way to Dante. "I thought you said she needed someone to talk to."

Giving a nervous laugh, Dante scratched the back of his neck and tried to clarify things. "She has us but I thought it might be better if she had another woman to talk to. And since Trish hasn't come back yet, I thought you might want to."

Lady let out a frustrated sigh. "I can try."

"I don't need a babysitter." Rona growled. "I can take care of myself."

Dante smirked. "That's what you said before you got yourself in trouble that I had to pull you out of."

"And then I had to get you both out." Vergil added. "Hopefully this girl can keep from doing the same thing."

Vergil turned to lead Rona back to the kitchen; ignoring the poisonous glares Lady was shooting his way. He gently took her hand and walked her out of the room, leaving Dante and Lady to catch up.

Fifteen minutes later, Dante and Lady were sitting on the couch and talking about old times and what had happened since. It wasn't long before Lady had become so curious that she had to ask, "What is it with Vergil? I never though he could treat anyone as well as he treats her."

Dante averted his eyes to the floor. "She's almost seemed to set a spell on us. After spending so much time with her, she was all we knew."

"What?" Lady was becoming confused.

"We spent some time living with her several years ago. We were living in a small town; I can't even remember what it was called any more. The three of us spent every day together, a lot of the time we were laughing. Rona and Vergil would read together when she couldn't sleep. I'd act as her audience when she'd sing. We grew so close to her that leaving was something we didn't even want to think about. But I think Vergil took it more seriously than I did. He'd stay up all night, watching her sleep. She was the first human to show concern for him without fear. She was the first to let him know she enjoyed his company."

Lady nodded. "Nice speech."

Chuckling, Dante stood. "Yeah. It sounds more like something she would say, though."

"She's really effected you, hasn't she?"

Dante nodded. Of course she did. She proved to him why he fought for humans every day. She proved to him that it all had a meaning. "She made me feel that nothing I did was senseless."

Lady looked at him questioningly again.

"Sorry. Thinking out loud."

Vergil led Rona through the city streets, watching as every once in a while her hand would fly to her growing belly. It almost seemed like she was making sure the baby was still there. Why would she be so worried about losing it? He wondered.

"I'm sorry about how they were talking about you." He said to break the silence.

"It's okay." She silently answered.

"Is something wrong?"

Rona stopped. It was a question she was somehow amazed to hear Vergil ask. "No. Everything's fine." Her voice almost seemed distant, like she was somewhere in a different world.

He walked on without another word.

Rona thought of what Nevan had told her in the dream. And the promise. What made her make such a promise? Did she even know how it would turn out? Did she know anything at that point?

Things seemed so strange and yet normal to her. Walking with the demon Banith had called an enemy. Living in a house where it was just the three of them and not being attacked. Living a life of peace instead of pain. Was it true that Banith had taken her from these twins? That she was actually their companion once? What happened?

Suddenly, her mind was filled with a vision of Banith taking her from Vergil. But Vergil only stood there. Why didn't he stop him?

"I was too strong for him." Banith's voice spoke in her mind. "He knew how powerful I was and was afraid."

No. She thought. You're lying. Vergil isn't afraid of anything. Even death.

"He was afraid of me."

Rona looked up at Vergil. She could see in his eyes that the only thing he seemed to feel was the awareness of everything around him. It wasn't fear that made him alert but the expectation of what could happen. He would run into any fight calmly and with such skill that he would win. This is what she saw. This is what she believed.

"You are losing her." The voice whispered to Banith. "Her trust of them grows second-by-second. And you can not stop it."

Banith watched his army of demons, as they seemed to writhe across the floor in front of him. They all seemed to expect something to happen. They had listened to that voice for too long. "How do you know?" He asked, not really caring.

"I was once very close to her." The voice whispered. "It was like we were one person. What she thought, I knew. What secrets she hid, I heard. Every deed she did, I witnessed. You could say we were twin souls, once. But not after coming here. Now she doesn't know who I am, but I still know who she is."

Spirits and witches, he thought. Burn them all in hell. Let them tell each other their riddles and whisperings. Give him something that was trustworthy. "I've had enough of you." Banith growled and walked out.

A dark figure slowly stepped out of the shadows. The same height and shape as Rona, the same flaring soul. "You will learn, Banith." She whispered as she watched him walk away. "You will learn."