Dante Devil May Novels & Stories

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.’

"The towers, the bridges... people are calling you a devil." Dante let out a jagged, broken laugh that sounded more like a sob. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, not in a kiss, but in a desperate, starving inhalation. "Let them call me what they want," he muttered against her mouth. "A devil for a saint. A monster for a miracle. If she breathes somewhere in this city, I will tear the skyline apart until I hear it. I have no more mercy, Ivy. I traded it all for the coordinates to this room."

she said quietly. “No.” “They’re working.” “Yes.” Her jaw clenched. “Against their will.” Dominic didn’t answer. Because there was no point denying it. Inside, Dominic found the fracture. It wasn’t obvious. Not a break. More like a deviation. A pattern that didn’t align with the rest. Less stable. Less controlled. “Luca,” he said. The system surged. Harder this time. The pressure spiked, compressing pathways, forcing reroutes, increasing noise.

Dante smiled at Mj and offered her his arm. She lightly slid under his elbow and clasped his forearm with both hands “lead the way prince charming” Mj chirped as he led her out of the dining area and through another maze of hallways “Prince charming?” Dante said quizzically and almost defensively “first I’m a chupacapra Now im prince fucking charming?” he said in a sarcastic tone that made Mj laugh a little

he said with a note of finality. 'One time is enough to make you all mine for entity' The devil inclined his head in response, but he didn’t verbally answer. He snapped his fingers again, and Win jeans and button-down disappeared, only to be replaced with a semi-sheer bit of fabric that was artfully draped around his hips and chest. “Wow,” Win said, thoroughly unimpressed. “You really are into this. You are really kinky Adom, seriously” "I am my angel, don't you know we devil's are kinky when it's come to sex" Adom answer him with chuck and Win roll his eyes.

Don’t get me wrong, I completely understand that we are very much a part of the business they did want in the first place so they have to keep up appearances and make themselves known. If anyone of my guys should be feared it would be Dante. He’s the jokester, the fool everyone thinks can’t be serious. Dante’s imagination and fascination with mid-evil torture divides a gore makes him one of those people who would take enjoyment out of watching someone slowly bleed out while watching them suffer until he gets his answers.

The old man said while begging to Callum. I bit my lower lip and looked at Callum with emotionless eyes as he looked at the old man. He then, smirked evilly. “I hope you thought about that before you fucking did that to me, Mr. Domingo. You do know how evil I am when it comes to this kind of betrayal. I hope you remember.” I looked at the old man again. He fell to his knees weakly on the floor. He’s now crying while kneeling in front of Callum. But the latter looks ruthless and heartless while looking down at him.

Vincenzo picked a gun, a pistol. He walk back to Dante and sat stood infront of him. “What now? are you gonna kill me? Hun? motherfucker, haven’t those boys you call men don enough?”Dante barked. His eyes now red, his tune a sound of anger and agony. “Relax. They did their part and now it’s my torne.”He said. His voice raspy yet deep and cold. “Fuck you”Dante crused. “No don’t fuck me, I ain’t gay man. You go fuck the devil when you see him.”Vincenzo replied nonchalantly.

“You’re walking straight into a warzone.” Dante opened the car door. “Good. That’s where I belong.” Before climbing in, he looked once more at the bridge. The two bodies swayed gently in the wind, blood still dripping into the black water below. He whispered, almost to himself, “You wanted the Devil.” Then he got into the car. “Now you’ll have him.” The convoy roared back to life, speeding away from the bridge. Behind them, the note fluttered in the wind, the blood on it still fresh.

The two men tied to the chains, looked up from their bloodied states only to see the devil standing in front of them. "Let the fun begin," Dante smirked, stabbing the first man in the shoulder and twisting his knife a full 180 degrees. The man screamed in unbearable pain and already felt his life slipping away. Dante had dug his knife into the same spot the man was shot at. "How dare you even touch my girl?" Dante gritted every word before dragging the knife to his chest, cutting open all the skin that came in its way. "How dare you even look at her with your filthy eyes?" the man spat some blood before looking in Dante's eyes.