Dante Devil May Cry Father Novels & Stories

The angle shifted just enough for the profile to become clear. Dante!!! He held a gun in both hands, Even through the distortion, I could see they were shaking. My heart began pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. He stepped closer to my father, His lips moved.The audio was muted, but I knew what that movement meant. I knew the shape of apology when I saw it. Then the muzzle flashed. Once. My father’s body jerked and collapsed fully to the floor. The video froze On Dante’s face. Horrified, the room did not breathe.

"What are you thinking about?" Dante Vlad's voice came from behind him, low and smooth, with an edge that could cut through stone. Fenris did not turn around. He had learned long ago that facing his father was a gesture of submission, and he had stopped submitting years ago. "Nothing." "Liar." Dante rose from his desk, a massive thing carved from dark wood, cluttered with papers and phones and the detritus of an empire built on broken laws and broken men. He was in his sixties, with silver hair and a neatly trimmed beard and eyes the same flat gray as his son's. But where Fenris's eyes were empty, Dante's were hungry. Always hungry. Always watching. Always wanting more.

Father Yves ordered and I don't know why I obeyed his command, his voice seemed to hypnotize me. "Your dick is much more huge, father Yves," I said and father Yves smile at me proudly. I don't know but I did not stop stroking father Yves' dick, I felt his dick throbbing as I gently caressed it. "Fuck! It seems like you're born to be a slut, Nicklaus." Father Yves said softly and this time I was contemplating if father Yves was a real priest or he was just disguised as a priest, but he may be a real priest because I think dad knows him personally.

She opens her eyes in surprise and sees her father's naked body in front of her, his cock hard and throbbing. 'Daddy, what are you doing here?' she asks, her heart racing with excitement. 'I couldn't resist you any longer, Ana,' he replies huskily, his hand caressing her cheek. Without hesitation, Ana wraps her hand around her father's cock and begins to stroke him, just as she had always fantasized about. Her lips find his, and they kiss with a fiery passion, their tongues dancing together in a heated tango.

I demanded. He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his expression. "Oh, sweetheart," He set his glass down, rising to his full height. Slowly, deliberately, he closed the distance between us, stopping just close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I am your father’s… what do we call this now? Business associate. I am Dante Moreau’s business associate and he betrayed me." “Then what does it have to do with me?” His fingers lifted, trailing lightly along my jaw.

FLORA The drive back to Dante's penthouse was quiet as both of us were lost in our thoughts. Dante's knuckles were white on the steering wheel, and his jaw was clenched so tight that I worried he might crack a tooth. "Are you okay?" I finally asked. "My father killed my uncle," he said flatly. "My father killed the man who was more of a father to me than he ever was in the short period I knew him." He laughed bitterly. "So no, I'm not okay."

Dogs barked somewhere nearby. A man stepped forward—grey hair, scarred cheek. Dante De Santis. My father. He didn’t look like a father. He looked like a god of war. He walked up to me and struck me across the face. “You ungrateful whore.” Alessandro lunged forward, teeth bared. “Touch her again, and I’ll bury you in pieces.” They beat him for that. But he didn’t stop glaring. And I’d never seen anyone look at me like that before. Like I was worth bleeding for.

"How can you call me your uncle? I am your father." What?! The kids looked at me in question. I was also confused as they were. Why is he speaking like that? "Uncle Dante?" Dante glared at me. His eyes filled with remorse, hate and emptiness. What is wrong with him? Why is he suddenly revealing everything to the children? "Oh, I guess your mother never explained to you that I am your father and she is my mate, unfortunately." What?! Derek took my hand, also shocked as I was. What is happening here?

Lucifer yelled watching Dante once again heal himself, in the blink of an eye both Lucian and Lucifer found themselves on the bloodied ground with Dante's hand on both their neck, strangling and suffocating them slowly. "Did you know, our father sold me to the devil for his power?," Dante said startling both brothers. It was the first time they had ever heard Dante open up about his past or acknowledge their family bond. "What the fuck are you talking about?," Lucifer managed to say trying to pry open Dante's hold on him. "Our father was given the option to take me back after my mother's death, but instead he chose power, power to rule and destroy everything," He gritted his teeth in rage as

The stone walls were rough and cold to the touch, and there was a musty smell in the air. The door opened and he saw his father, grinning devilishly to him. “Son, long time no see. I’m glad you still remember your father,” He chuckled. As Donovan approached him, Dante couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him. His father was a tall and imposing figure, with a thick beard and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through him. Dante had always feared his father's wrath, but now more than ever, he knew he had reason to be scared.