I WROTE AND POSTED ANOTHER VRESION OF THIS STORY, BUT I DIDN'T LIKE IT, SO I WANTED TO FIX IT.

I DO NOT OWN DMC3. CAPCOM DOES. CRIMSONBLOODGODESS OWNS LIINA. LUNA, HOWEVER, IS MINE.

CHAPTER ONE

The afternoon sky was dark and overcast, a steady drizzle falling. It had been raining in the city all week, and it wasn't showing signs of stopping very soon. But people were used to it. It rained a lot in that city. Especially at this time of year.

A young woman, most likely in her late teens/very early twenties walked slowly down the residential street, paying no attention to the rain that had long ago soaked her long black hair, causing her bangs to plaster themselves to the pale skin of her face. She was dressed in black pants, black combat boots, and a closed black leather jacket. Her hands were buried in the pockets of her jacket, and her ice blue eyes were fixed onto the sidewalk. Not that she really needed to look where she was going. The street was practically deserted, save the occasional automobile that drove by. She knew where she was going. She knew it so well that she could walk it blindfolded and still get there easily.

The young woman, whose name was Luna, certainly did not look like someone who had frequented these roads. This area was where all the wealthy people of the city lived. All the houses were large, old buildings that had most likely been in their respective families for generations. They were set far apart, each surrounded by some sort of iron fence or brick wall. Any one of these houses was most likely more expensive than the entire apartment building she lived in with her twin sister, Liina.

When Luna reached the corner of Melrose and Evergreen, she stopped. The area where a house most likely should have been was empty, as was the space next to it. Almost nothing remained of the once beautiful houses that stood next to each other on this corner. There was still short brick wall and iron fence that surrounded the two houses, the single iron gate was ajar, and the path that ran between them was choked with weeds, the lawns overgrown. Luna pushed the gate open with a loud, rusty squeak and strode silently up the path. As she walked, she saw the black, angry scorch marks in the grass. It had been more than ten years and they were still there. In the lawn to her left, the huge old oak tree had survived, and surprisingly there was still and old swing hanging from one of the branches.

All that was really left of the once lovely houses was their blackened, stone foundations. There were pieces of burnt floor still attached, stretching out across the basements that were littered with debris and charred objects. She could see from where she was standing that the once beautiful flower garden that Eva and her mother had so lovingly taken care of was now mostly dead and over grown. And lying on the path in front of Luna was the rotting, burnt remains of a simple little bridge that once connected the two houses.

As she stood there, a rare, tiny ray of sunlight fell into the remains of the home to her right, the light reflecting off something in the rubble. What on earth was that? A broken piece of a mirror?

Walking over to the foundation, she tried to get a better look. When the ray of sunlight disappeared, she saw a piece of glass, but not mirror glass. It was transparent, and there was something under it…

Luna slowly climbed down into the hole that had once been the basement of her childhood home. Stepping over rubble and around puddles, she came to the spot where the sun had fallen. Moving pieces of rotten wood, she found a blackened metal photo frame, with grime covering most of the glass. There was a small space where there was no grime, and in that space she saw the smiling face of her mother.

Clutching the frame, she climbed out of the foundation and back onto the path. She walked over to the old swing and found that it would hold her weight.

Using her hand and some rain water, she wiped most of the grime off the glass. What she saw under the filth made tears come to her eyes. It was a picture she hadn't seen in many years, yet she remembered it like it was taken yesterday. It was taken on Dante and Virgil's birthday. In the background of the photo were here and Liina's parents, as well as Eva. In the for ground were her, Liina, Dante and Virgil when they were children. The adults, and the boys wore shocked looks on their faces. It was most likely because at the second the photo was taken, the two girls, who were between the boys, turned and planted a kiss on the cheek of the brother next to them. A "birthday present" the girls had said. They were all wearing party clothes and everyone was happy and contented. The photo itself was taken not six months before the demons attacked.

The photo frame was blackened, there were dark spots of grime on it and the glass, and the picture was warped around the edges. But most of it was intact, which surprised her. But it was the only thing left of her childhood. She stood from the swing and, tucking the photo into her jacket, Luna took one last look at the place she grew up, and spent so many happy days. So many happy memories. Memories that were scarred with fire and loss. Not bothering to wipe away the tears that mingled with the rain on her face, she bid a final farewell to her childhood home and walked back through the iron gate and down the street without a single look back.