Dante Devil May Cry Fanart Novels & Stories

He heard them mention 'Delilah Vance' and 'LA. The scratches on his face were finally starting to fade. That little firebrand had a hell of a grip. Dante adjusted his boots, making sure the hem of his jeans covered the serpent-and-moon ink on his ankle. He wasn't just a guard; he was a candidate. And he was beginning to think he’d picked the wrong side.

"Here, look. Aren't they cute?" He shows me a picture of two massive crocodiles basking in what looks like a concrete enclosure. They look terrifying. "That's... that's disturbing, Luca." "Nah, they're sweethearts. Well, to Dante. Everyone else they'd probably eat." He pockets his phone. "The point is, Dante's been through some shit. But he survived. Built an empire. And the whole time, he was carrying your picture around like some kind of lovesick teenager, he evn has a tattoo of your name you know. I gave that tattoo by the way, that’s off to me."

Jon mumbled. "And that undisclosed buyer is me," said Dante smiling widely, his sharp teeth glistening in the dim room. "Let's see if you can guess who painted the next one." Dante walked eagerly to the next painting, his cane tapping on the wooden floor like a one-legged giant insect. He likewise turned on the pin lights and the painting exploded in colors of bright red and burnt sienna. "This painting is something I really like. Tell me what you think?" The second painting showed a half-naked man with eyes opened wide as if in a crazed state. In his hand was something that looked like a severed human arm while blood was seen dripping from his mouth. He appeared to be in a desert and faint

Arnav wanted his doll safe, it can only happen when shivay come into his sense, coz this shivay was broken, he should make get back the devil in order to save both himself and his Doll A-“Shivay, come to your sense, Anika needs you, come on you need to be stronger, didn’t you look at her eyes which was screaming to save her, how can you lose yourself shivay, gare up, you need to save her, your love your Angel, you can’t act like insane, get up, save her, we’ll find her Shivay, don’t you want to punish those who toucher your love, don’t you want to punish him for laying his hand on her” Shivay stood up with rage, hearing Arnav words, he was right he can’t lose like this, it was his Angle and

Our first dinner date played in my head, and understanding my expression, Dante smirked before wrapping his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to his chest as he kissed my temple. “I want the entire show, neonata. Make him fall head over heels for you, make him run after you, want you, beg for you, make him jealous if needed…” he smirked “I want him to see me as the challenge of his life, and I want to be the enemy that he dies to kill. When you know that you’ve had him wrapped around that beautiful finger of yours, he would be the one to lead you to Giovanni, and that would lead us to the man”

All six blessed with different features entirely, inside and out. And even when the Duke began explaining what the drawings on the wall meant, she was not paying attention. Monica looked at him, not willing to hold back the usual lust that fell over her whenever she did. His brown hair was the silkiest, as least that was how she felt. And now, Amber eyes were her favorite because he had them. Now her attention went to his voice, not particularly what he was saying, but how he sounded. That little tone of pride when he touched artefacts that could not be found anywhere else in the world! He did not look like the beautiful, young and naive Duke at the moment. He looked like a leader he was. H

I almost wanted to laugh at how dramatic I had made it up to be in my mind. Damiano then grabbed the card, and my brows went up when I recognized the image on it. It was the very same one he had tattooed on his chest. The hooded skull, the crown, and the massive angel wings. It was my favorite tattoo of his. One I had memorized and recreated many times in my sketchbook.

“He’s even hotter than I imagined.” “Are you serious right now?” a third whispered. “That man is dangerous.” “Dangerous and fine,” the first girl said quickly. “Look at him, he doesn’t even look scared.” “He looks like he owns the place,” someone else added. “I heard he runs half the city.” “They call him the Devil.” “And I still wouldn’t mind fucking him” “Girl! He is a killer” “What? I’m just saying!” Their laughter filled the space, light and careless, like they were talking about a celebrity instead of someone who could destroy lives without blinking.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

It is obvious that there are definitely a lot of memories in this place. Dante is standing right in the middle of the square as we walk in. He has on an all black fit like he did the first time I saw him except this time it’s a military kit and his face is painted in what appears to be black charcoal. I didn’t think his aura could get more intimidating than before but it appears I was wrong. Standing there with his eyes focused entirely on me, he looks like a wild animal ready to devour what he views as prey, ME. “You came, I see you are not a coward after all.” he says, “Just a man with a death wish.” “Yes I have a death wish, but not mine.”