A/N: Meh, this chapter sucks, sorry. I hate bridge chapters. But we shall have action in the next one, oh yes we will!

It takes her three days to get to Dante's. Normally she wouldn't ask for the help but she hasn't survived as a demon hunter as long as she has by not realizing when she was in over her head.

She pushes the door to his office open without knocking, expecting him to be at his desk this time of day.

She stops short. Well, there's someone behind Dante's desk, but it isn't him. The woman studies her with calm, curious eyes that strike Lady as being a bit off somehow. Blank red eyes.

Demon…

Lady's hand drops to one of her guns automatically though she can't see how this demon would be much of a threat. She looks like she'd shatter if you breathed on her too hard.

The demon raises her hands to show she's not armed, brows furrowed. "Who are you?"

Lady cautiously lets her hand drop from her gun. "My name is Lady, I'm a demon hunter. Like Dante." She adds that final part with some emphasis, not ready to drop her guard quite yet. Whoever she is, Dante isn't around…where is he?

Fara cocks her head now. "You are? I finally get to meet Dante's infamous Lady?"

Lady blinks. "I…what?"

"He'll be here in a bit. He had to stop by to visit my aunt. I don't think she'll manage to get him into bed this time, but she's very good at it so maybe she might succeed for once. And really, who can begrudge him a little fun?" Fara's voice is very matter-of-fact.

"What are you talking about? Who are you?" Lady's voice is irritated and…Fara raises her eyebrows…is that a hint of jealousy? Well isn't that interesting.

"My name is Fara, I'm just a friend of Dante's."

"That's a demon name."

"Actually, it's the name of a human author who wrote…"

"Your name."

Fara smirks. "I'm half, just like Dante. Well, not just like him, no one is like Dante. My family likes to put emphasis on the demonic part of our blood."

"Your family is proud of it?" Lady can't hide her disgust.

"My dear, they worked very hard to get that demon blood in there," she taps her chest lightly with a wry smile on her lips. "You might as well pull up a chair and relax, unless you'd rather leave a message or something."

"I'll wait…" Lady tugs a stool over to the other side of the desk and perches on it. Fara nods and runs her fingers over her walking stick idly.

Lady studies her for a long moment, trying to figure out what's so off about the scene. The staff the half demon is holding on her lap seems to be carved of bone but it has no markings or decorations on it that she can see. When Fara looks up again it clicks. No wonder her eyes are blank, she can't see anything.

"Yes, I'm blind. So, why did you come to see Dante?" Lady actually jumps a little bit. Fara's habit of using words like weapons, stabbing with one topic and parrying with another, is not endearing her to Lady.

The demon hunter shrugs, her worry starting to come back. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you…I'm not sure I believe it."

"In the past few days Dante gave me a demonic tome that's not a demonic tome and yet it is to translate. The words of this tome keep changing around so I can only translate it at its basics and that was a struggle in and of itself, let me tell you. It's like the damned thing is alive and taunting me. To top it all off, Dante just called a while back and told me he can't investigate the place where he picked this tome up because the streets keep changing around when he tries to walk down them. Try me." Fara's voice is very matter-of-fact.

Lady looks at her sharply. "What do you mean a demonic tome that's not a demonic tome?"

"I'll explain that in fuller detail when Dante gets here because I'm not sure I could explain things twice, and you want an explanation for something, don't you?" It's in the tone of her voice and has Fara turning her head toward her, intent.

Lady looks at the clock, hoping time isn't being wasted even as they speak, decides she can do nothing really until Dante gets here, and looks back at Fara, starting to talk.