Dante Devil May Cry Fanart Novels & Stories

She watched in horror as the intruder hurled Kim at the hard wall, Kim stood up angrily not even a hair was out of place as he grabbed Damien's neck. The men glared at each other in a furious rage, both of them looking very furious for Julianne's liking, it made Julianne Morgan wonder what type of person Mr Kim was. " What do you want," Kim snarled angrily baring his long fangs that she didn't know he had. His eyes were now blood red and Julianne became frightened by him. She stood up from the bed her gaze darting Left and right for anything she could use as as a weapon.

But with power everything can stop without him having to bother. "Sweet girl, wait for me," said Deny, grinning. Today he will make sure to at least get acquainted with new prey. All the fun starts here. You see there will be a lot of things going on in the future. A fun game can always get bastards like Gerand and Deny very excited. Nothing could be more fun than anything other than just playing girls. A habit that the two people cannot get rid of is how to find their own pleasure but whatever it is.

He almost forgot what fear felt like, and there was a time when he would have been terrified by a shriek in the night. Mephiles stood there on the balcony and awaited his greatest enemies to fight him and end his reign upon the earth. He was a brave man who seemed to never back down from any onslaught or battle. He had demonic-blood and wolf-blood inside his veins, his eye color is red and black, and his sword was crafted through metal and ancient nordic steel. As he stood there, he was carrying sand with him to commemorate the memory of a woman he loved long ago. She was taken from him, and once again, he was left with nobody to love, nobody to cheer him up, and nobody to tell him their gen

Tommy replied giving her slightly some motivation. Iris seemed to think again. She doesn't want any more sadistic murders by the devil-like what happened to her parents. She looked at Eva and Tommy in turn before she gave a small smile. "First, I need a place to stay." Eva immediately extended her hand to shake hands with her. "Welcome to the Devil Hunter organization, Iris." After she joined Devil Hunter, she was immediately trained by Shane and introduced to the members in the headquarters. "Devils, have various kinds of powers. They can change appearance, move as fast as lightning, have unlimited power, and can imitate human form one hundred percent similar." Shane explained.

He was a mafia boss and a devil- nothing more than that. I had barely taken two steps into the reception after him when the door opened again and the driver guy appeared. The only difference between his outfit and the devil’s was his navy blue suit. His black hair was held back in a small bun, which was odd, considering his harsh expression. As he walked past me, I saw that he was a bit taller than my dad but not as tall as his boss. He was around Jason’s 6.1” height. How tall is this devil?

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

Inside, the flickering firelight cast long, skeletal shadows across the floor, where the 1890 photograph lay like a curse. Dante stood over the bed, the silver vial clutched in his hand as if it were a holy relic or a poisoned chalice. His bare chest, marked by the faint, silvered lines of his own survival, heaved with a rhythmic, violent grace. He looked down at Ivy, his eyes no longer just gold, but a molten, terrifying amber.

kicked in. Dante was suspended in the center of that boiling hell. I could see the steam rising from his skin, the "Alpha-Wolf" tattoos on his chest flaring a desperate, dying white against the encroaching red. He wasn't screaming. Dante Thorne didn't scream. But his jaw was set so tight I thought his teeth would shatter, and his eyes—those nebula-grey eyes that had been my only North Star in the slums—were locked onto mine.

A massive, real life devil, the literal largest of life killers that ever walked the earth… kneeling before ME. At MY mercy. Hope flicks her tail playfully, and bats her eyes. Dante walks up to Rowan, clearly without any fear at all, and sniffs him. Hope wiggles our nose as the stench of sulfur and burnt skin flitters into our nose. When the devil huffs slightly, actual fucking smoke comes out of his nose. *Ohh man that’s awful,* Hope says, as she fights trying not to show her disgust at the smell. We stand frozen when the devil scoops up Dante’s large body and brings him so their noses rub. Awwww!

Dante wanted to believe her, but he chose not to – this way he would be able to get over her death quicker. “Don’t you remember what they did you our parents?” Dante spoke as he stood in the middle of his room. His one eye covers with a patch, while a deep scar runs from his right cheek to the corner of his lips. Another deep scar ran at the side of his head. He is wearing a plain white button-up shirt and black pants. His hair is gelled back neatly. Dante and Mateo share the same eye color – they got it from their mother. They both are tall, but Mateo is slightly taller than his elder brother.