Note: I know it's kind of short, but I'm at least putting up a new chapter. And I'll try working on the next chapter during my breaks so I should have a new one up soon. I'm hoping, anyways. Well, I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Rona silently groaned as she woke. How long had she been unconscious? Her eye sight was blurry, making it nearly impossible for her to know where she was, but she still tried. Only seeing distorted figures and melded colors, she sighed.

"You're finally awake." A voice said, somewhere in the room. "I hope you'll forgive me for having to tie you up, I couldn't risk having you run."

She tried to move her arms and legs as soon as she realized who it was that was talking to her, proving to herself she was tied down on what first came to her mind as being an altar. It was actually a small bed, one she had slept on for the time she had been under Banith's control. "Do you think I'd ever forgive you for anything?" She growled. "Your rape, taking my daughter--"

"Our daughter." He corrected.

"And now this." She continued, ignoring his correction. "Why should I forgive you for anything? You destroyed my life. And now, I will destroy you."

A low laugh escaped Banith's throat, making Rona shiver in slight fear as she remembered what that usually meant. She was going to be punished for her discretion.

With a strong, steady hand, Banith reached out to her and softly stroked her cheek. "I see, now, that I should have never erased your memory. You amuse me much more with how you are now. It doesn't matter now anyways, does it. You've regained every memory, every sense of who you were and are. You've even gained part of a demonic self. You'll be of even more use to me now than you ever were." He slowly leaned towards her, smirking darkly as she turned away from him. It didn't really matter to him, she couldn't escape his touch.

He turned her face back to him, ignoring the look of hatred in her eyes. "I will never lose you again, my queen." He whispered to her lovingly, or as close to it as he could get. His lips touched hers, making her cringe and attempt to get away from him again, still unsuccessful. She wanted so much to kill him, her craving for it burning in her blood.

It was then that she heard the cry of her daughter. Her eyes widened as she realized her child was in the room with them. She was so close and yet so far. How would she get Banith to release her?

"You hear our child?" He whispered to her, having pulled away from the kiss. "You want to go to her, don't you?"

"Please." She whispered, looking up at him. "Let me go with my daughter."

Banith shook his head. He stood and walked down towards her feet. "I'm afraid I can't let you out of here. After all, you're going to rule this world at my side. And once you're complete, you will take the offer." He picked up a single shackle connected to a long chain, and clasped it around her ankle. "But I will let you take care of her." He said, almost as though it were a great favor he was doing for her. He untied her legs first, glaring at her as a warning that she would regret even trying to kick him. He then untied her hands and motioned for her to go to Neenah. He watched in fascination as she quickly got up and ran to the baby, cradling her in her arms and whispering soft, comforting words. The baby had calmed down immediately after being in her mother's arms. Banith smirked. This was his queen he was watching.

Rona looked into her daughter's eyes as she thought of where Banith might have been keeping Lady. Was she okay? She looked at Banith, glaring venomously. "Where's Lady?" She asked, cutting to the chase.

"No patience whatsoever." He commented. "She's safe. No harm has been brought to her." His eyes seemed to glow as he watched her, making Rona turn away and whisper her promises of freedom to her daughter.

"How long before we get there?" Dante asked, almost sounding like he was a little kid complaining about the long trip when he was actually in a hurry to get Lady and Rona back.

Maaned turned to him, annoyed. "Shut-up. We'll get there." She answered, making Vergil smirk. It was becoming quite entertaining to him that Maaned was so easily annoyed by Dante. He wondered where this side of Rona was when they had first met her.

"Leave her alone, Dante. She'll get us there." He said somewhat calmingly.

Dante sighed, letting his brother know just how impatient he was about this. "Yeah, but will she get us there before they're dead?" He thought about what he had just said and looked to the ground. Could he lose his partner? He suddenly realized that his mind was on Lady, not Rona, though she was still important to him. What would he do if both were killed? Or would Banith kill either of them?

Maaned, having heard Dante's question, turned to him, her eyes burning with her annoyance and near hate. "If he even dared to kill Rona, he would be losing his queen and his only chance at keeping his daughter alive. He knows nothing about children and she does. Do the math." She growled before turning away and continuing her walk.

Dante glanced at her with obvious annoyance. "When we get there." Dante said in a near whisper. "You get Rona. I'll search for Lady." He looked into his brother's eyes, seeing that he had surprised him with this. He knew Vergil would have expected him to volunteer to find Rona, but he was beginning to realize that it was Vergil who needed her more than he. And he was thinking better of taking that from him. After all, maybe he would get his true brother back.

"Let me out of here!" Lady yelled as she tugged against her chains, testing them to see if there was a possible weakness in their setting or in the chains themselves. She hadn't found any, but she was sure she still had time to keep trying. It's not like she was going anywhere and the guards and Banith knew it. She was trapped and Rona was somewhere else in this place.

She wouldn't stop trying to escape and finish what she had started. There were two lives at stake, not counting her own. But even though she was sure Banith would let Rona live, she wasn't sure if he would let Lady, herself, live. She was a threat, in a way. She knew where his hide out was and, if she could escape, she could get Dante and Vergil.

Vergil. The mere thought of him seemed to make her cringe, but she knew how much he cared about Rona and doubted he would let her die. If he did, he would have Dante to answer to. Not to mention Lady and Trish.

A woman dressed in black stood outside the old, decrepit building. Her pale eyes focused on the door. She could hear the cries of a child and the whisperings of a mother. She heard the angry yells of another woman, one that wasn't so far in.

This was it. She would take revenge on the creature hiding in this building. Revenge for his betrayal so long ago. This was the reason she had come back. The memory had returned and she would take justice for his wrong doings.

Her long blond hair seemed to waive at any onlookers in the distance, smaller parts lifting higher than the others. This would bring about the end of the nightmare. With either the death of his prisoner or his own death. She knew she wouldn't die, just as she knew the only reason he would kill his chosen queen. She would set it up so the life she tried to save would go on.