Dante Devil May Cry Fanart Novels & Stories

It's an illustration of an angel, wearing a white dress and white wings at her back. And the demon who's hugging her waist, wearing a black outfit and a black wings on his back. She smiled sweetly as she saw the character's name. Devier, is the demon. Santia, is the angel. No one will notice that she used their surnames for the book. De Viergo. Santiago. She used six letters from each surnames, and she's happy that the names are really nice. "Miss Khione, sir Dante is calling you to his office." He looked to the front when he saw the secretary of the owner of the company.

My heart began beating rapidly, causing a ringing in my ears. “ Drums down heart. We need the money.” When the doors slid open, I almost bolted. But I didn't. Running won't feed me or bring back my mother's jewelry. Dante stood at the windows like he owned the world which, let’s be honest, he probably did. I mean, he is Dante Moretti after all. He was wearing a black shirt, its sleeves rolled up, veins lined his forearms as well as a snake tattoo. He has broad shoulders. And an ass that could make a nun reconsider her vows. When he turned, his gaze snapped me out of lustful thoughts.

he probed. My gaze forcefully trailed up from the movement of his fingers on the zip of his pants, “That’s not… Not what I’m talking about.” “Then what?” Despite the fact that we hadn’t concluded on the conversation, Dante got up from the bed and for a moment I thought he was angry, but every single word stuck to my throat faded so easily when he tugged his pants down and I saw the intricate, and neat font two word line tattoo below his hip bone. I could only see the first word which read: ‘Sin.’

// A/N It seems Dante has a soft spot for kids, and pulled pork Happy Reading <3

One of him looks at me like I’m the only person in the world. Text overlaid in pastel fonts: > *they were endgame* > *devil in a suit vs. angel with a guitar* > *she wrote the demo about him, obviously* Hashtags under the post title: #RafLuna #ProducerAndMuse #SheDeservesBetterThanTheDevil That last one hits like a tiny punch. For a second, something hot and irrational flares in my chest—defensiveness on Dante’s behalf, of all things. Then doubt rushes in to drown it.

The kind that kissed girls in dark hallways and pretended it never happened afterward. Unfortunately, I knew that from experience. "Smile, sweetheart." My stomach tightened instantly. I turned slowly. Dante stood a few feet away, drenched in rain and sweat, black eye paint smeared beneath his eyes. His jersey clung to every inch of muscle like it had been stitched onto him. Number Seven. Quarterback, campus king, and a professional menace, the kind of good looking that ruined lives. And unfortunately, he had a specific talent for ruining mine. His dark gaze slid over me mockingly. "You always look constipated when you take my pictures."

Dante drawled with a cold face. Renee swallowed. Should she call him uncle more so she would get spanked tonight? She couldn’t understand herself anymore. She was getting too naughty. “Who are you?"Dante asked Arturo. “I’m Arturo Medina.My father is Matteo Medina. Our family does cosmetics business."

Moreover her hair was tough black and hands were fully tattooed with strange pictures. Other than this her eyes was no more doe-eyed like an innocent one but it was a beady black, shiny, impenetrable obsidian eyes. The most terrifying feature of her was the tattoed figure of a boy face in her neck. That tattoed face had some similarity with our cute little Abigal's face. "Abarat! Abarat! Abarat. Come here", she roared more loudly like a exquisitely horrid witch. While roaring the tattoed face on her neck was exposing and one can clearly say it was Abigal's face.

Black unforgiving eyes with a long scar on the left. Dante. I charged towards the open door.