-1A/N: Hi. Sorry for how long it took. I'm a slow writer already, plus the fact of school starting hasn't helped. Anyway, here's the fourth chapter! Thanx for waiting!

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End of Chapter Three

The day was normal, as normal as it could be for a devil hunter and a devil arm.

The only fighting was against lesser demons which Lady was thankful for. She was glad to have a chance to improve her swordsmanship, which wasn't much.

By the time Lady got home she was angry and frustrated. Due to practicing with 'Dante' all day and her lack of experience with swords, she had innumerable wounds. Gashes, scratches, and cuts marred her skin. Blood and sweat dampened her clothes.

By the time she got home and had taken a bath it was nearly sunset. Pushing aside the blinds, she looked out of the window at the ball of fire that hung low in the multicolored sky.

Vibrant colors of light danced to the ground. Splashes of orange, pink, purple, and red lit up the sky. The clouds on the horizon glowed with the last rays of the setting sun.

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Chapter Four

Still watching the last rays of the setting sun, Lady took a seat on the couch, leaning 'Dante' against the coffee table. Averting her gaze from the window, she looked at the picture that hung on the wall. The woman in the picture was wearing the necklace that now hung around Lady's neck. She unconsciously raised her hand to touch the red pendant. She smiled sadly, lost in the memory of the day her mother had given this precious gift to her.

Dante was lost in thoughts of his own. He still didn't understand the odd dream from the other night. Had it even been a dream? If it was, would it happen again? Could he die if he died there? What if it wasn't a dream? Was he really in hell? Why?

Lady shifted her gaze to the devil arm. It wasn't like him to be this quiet this long. She knew something was going on, she just didn't know what. She wanted to ask about the strange demonic glow from the night before but, knowing she wouldn't get a straight answer, figured she'd have to find out on her own.

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Lady lay awake, looking at the devil arm that glowed softly with a demonic aura. She had stayed awake, waiting for the strange glow to return. She had to figure out what was taking place on her own. Lady stood and walked up to the sword, laying her hand on it's hilt. Her other hand went to one of the many guns she carried, yes some even in her sleep, as her surroundings slowly dissolved away.

She found herself in, what she assumed, was hell. The air was thick and stuffy, she struggled to breath. The ground glowed an eerie blood red color. On all sides but below stood an abyssal darkness that seemed to devour everything. It sucked the light from the ground, making it hard to see. As if a heavy fog had settled. It seemed to Lady that the darkness was sucking the soul from her body.

Glancing ahead of her, she noticed Dante, in his half-demon body, battling a horde of low class demons. Lady lent her bullets in the fight.

Once the last demon had died Dante turned to face Lady, Ebony and Ivory still in his hands.

"Lady?" A puzzled expression crossed his features.

"Who else would it be?"

He was about to ask how she managed to end up in hell when he was interrupted by yet another horde of demons.

"Damn! You Guys Need Pest Control! These Bastards Are All Over The Place!" Dante yelled, frustrated. Sure, these were pushovers, but fighting them by the hundreds was getting on Dante's nerves.

The two fought masterfully together. Neither received a single wound, the other always killing that pesky demon that managed to sneak up on you while it was impossible to defend yourself properly. The two were great fighters solo, it wasn't as if one was helpless without the other. Neither actually saved the other's life, merely prevented, in Dante's case, an annoying blade in the back of the shoulder, in Lady's case, a doctors appointment.

Just as the last demon fell to the ground, another horde swarmed them.

"DAMN IT!" Dante yelled, officially pissed off. "You." Rebellion cleanly decapitated a hell gluttony. "Stupid." Sharply pulling his arm back, he shattered a demon's jaw with his elbow. "Mother." He jumped into the air spinning, and buried his heel into a demon's face, sending it flying. "Fuckers!" He opened fire on several unlucky hell prides. "JUST DIE!" Pulling out Agni and Rudra, Dante tore through the demons. Gusting winds and scorching flames mercilessly killed demon after demon. Leaping into the air, he impaled a hell wrath with bullets from Ebony and Ivory. (After making sure Lady was at a safe distance.) The bomb the demon held exploded with a flash of light and heat, killing the remaining demons.

Dante landed lightly a ways from Lady, whose gaze was transfixed on something else. He followed her gaze to see a woman walking toward them. Soft black hair fell around her face, freckles were scattered across her features.

The woman in the picture.

"Mary." The woman spoke softly, her tone angelic, utterly misplaced in their surroundings.

"M-Mom!" Lady took a step toward the woman. Although her first expression revealed how skeptical she felt, it was soon replaced with longing.

More demons, of higher class than the previous ones, swarmed Dante, taking the majority of his attention from the scene.

"LADY!" He called, knowing this had to be some sort of trap. "LADY!!"

Lady ignored him, still staring at the woman.

"Mary. I've missed you." The woman had tears in her eyes.

"LADY!! Snap out of it!" Dante screamed, trying to get her attention but unable to reach her due to the swarm of demons.

Lady paid no heed to the half-demon and continued toward the woman.

"Lad-" Dante, distracted from his own fight, received a deep gash across his back.

The woman held open her arms and it seemed Lady would run into them but halted her advance instead.

Tears stung Lady's eyes and she bitterly blinked them away. Pulling out her gun, she pointed it at her mother, her arm shaking.

The woman stopped. "Mary."

Lady's jaw was clenched tightly. Her whole body was tense. Her finger tightened around the trigger.

The woman lunged forward, her arm outstretched toward Lady. A horrendous, heart wrenching scream erupted from the woman as a bullet sunk deep into her chest. A thud sounded as her body fell to the ground. Lady screamed as she ran to the corpse, memories of her childhood flooding back to her in shocking reality. Dropping her gun, she fell to her knees beside the body and clutched at the cold, stiff hand, tears spilling from her eyes onto her supposed mother's face.

Dante, after disposing the demons, approached slowly. Lady regained her feet and had her hand wrapped around Dante's neck with a speed startling for a human. Dante's electric blue eyes widened in shock from the sudden assault.

"Lady."

Lady released Dante and turned back around, cursing herself for having mistaken him for Arkam. The memory had seemed so real. A pile of sand littered the ground where the body had been. She turned once again to the half-demon.

"Why are you here?" She asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

Dante respected her changing the subject, after all, there was nothing that could be said. "I could ask you the same thing."

Lady gave him a look that told him she expected an answer before he was getting a word out of her. He shrugged and turned away, wiping his sword clean and returning it to its holster on his back.

Looking around, he remarked, his tone light, "This is one hell of a party. I haven't been to this big of a bash since the Temen-ni-gru."

Lady didn't appreciate how lightly he took all of this. It was almost as annoying as his mood at the Temen-ni-gru. Brushing past him, she continued forward, searching for a way out. As far as she could see, in all directions, was darkness and the dim, foggy red glow of the ground.

After a moment, Dante followed, trailing behind. He noticed Lady's feet dragging, as if tired. Gradually, it became worse. With anyone else, Dante wouldn't have thought it significant, but even after all of the physical and emotional stress of the battles at Temen-ni-gru, he hadn't seen her this worn out.

"You're a human." He finally spoke up.

"And?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this is hell. You're not suppose to be here."

"I'm fine."

They walked on, occasionally encountering hordes of demons. After approximately half an hour, Dante noticed Lady's legs start shaking. Her pace slowed, but she stubbornly continued.

"Lady,-"

"I'm fine,… How do we get out of here!?" Her frustration was evident. She stopped and turned to him. "How did you get out last time?"

Dante shrugged. "You."

Lady remembered that odd glow receding after she had took hold of the hilt that first night. She cursed under her breath. Now how where they suppose to get out of here? They had been walking for what seemed like an eternity and the landscaped looked identical to what they had seen when they first arrived. Pale red light ground, black sky, and ugly, push over demons. Lady sighed inwardly.

'Damn it all.'

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A/N: Hope you liked it. I know, I know I took so long for something so short blah blah, I get it don't bother complaining about the length. Our computer stopped working for I couple of days a week or so ago and I almost thought I lost several pages of work. I'm kinda paranoid now and want to post it before it gets erased. Yeah I know, I can save it on a disk but I've tried that before and it worked for a while then suddenly the disk was blank for no apparent reason. OK, I'll stop complaining. Hope you liked it! Don't forget to leave a review. I'll always accept constructive criticism! (Or praise, I like praise. Lol) I'll try to get the next chapter up quicker!