She had the most beautiful hair ever; golden rays shot through and appeared as pieces of molten lead, or the appearance of real gold bars. Her lips were pale pink. Her eyes were as blue as the summer sky and she loved her children to distraction.

To the point of leaving Sparda, the devil's spawn. She would never endanger them to him or to those who would decidedly want to burn her babies alive because they were connected to him.

She had screamed at him, her fists clenched and unclenched. She was raging with furious agony over the fact that he would want to protect them, protect her.

What irony! Eva would be weeping with laughter in her grave at that, because look what happened now, shit head! Her ghost would rage at the hypocrisy Sparda left.

But she loved her children.

She held them close to her breasts; they coddled up to her in unison, both very fair haired and innocent. They were helpless, incapable of what's going on. They didn't know that they were spawns from a devil who lived for thousands of years beneath the earth. Delighting in the fact that one day, one day they would have to face the fact: Mankind was doomed.

Hope would come in two boys.

Hope would come in one woman who gave birth to them.

Hope did come later, in the form of a woman with red hair and with the ability to fight against her evil sisters.

Hope came earlier in the form of a resurrection, in the form of a woman who took the image of the twin's mother.

Hope came much earlier, when a young woman decided to take matters into her own hands to fight against evil; even when the evil came from your own family.

But it hope started from one woman: Eva.

Without hope, there is no faith, and if there is no faith, there is no love.