Dante From Devil May Cry Anime Novels & Stories

He took another step forward, his heavy, iron boots cracking the marble with every stride. "The scrapper doesn't leave the site until the iron is cleared, old woman," Dante rumbled, his grey eye burning with a dark, smoky fire that outshone her stolen violet light. "And this whole room is scrap." Dante didn't use a blade. He wrapped his massive, iron-crusted arms around the base of the five-story server column, his muscles bulging until the scars on his back split open, pouring red-gold "Grit-Fire" directly into the machine's cooling intake.

The only person who could be bold enough to hack into our company's secrets could only be Dante. Dante... a very dangerous demon working scarily behind the scenes. He pulls strings like a master but anyone with even an ounce of intelligence would know he wasn't just a master but a real Demon! I sucked in a deep breath and took a step forward so I could get closer to Calista, who had taken a few steps forward to greet the birthday actress. My eyes flickered to the door, but I quickly glanced away. However, that glance was enough to make me understand that he hadn't arrived.

Dell asked him “From the internet I've been learning a lot lately” “Fuck he's so jobless” Dell groaned “Hey I heard that, don't call me that” Dante muttered pointing at Dell “Or you'll do what?” Dell asked him, Dante playfully stood up and made to charge towards Dell but grabbed his left arm and twisted it “Ahh….ahhh….wait…wait….” Dante wince in pain “Go on your knees and apologize” Dell muttered adding more force to his arms, Zack and I sat back and watched in amusement. Dante slowly crumbled on his knees

There was no hint of recognition in his fiery eyes as he glared at us, only mindless rage. But of course, he didn't recognise us. He was no different from a mindless animal in this state, driven purely by instinct and fury. Dante belonged to a species of demons whose anger fuelled their strength. The angrier they got, the stronger they became, and of course, they just happened to have very short fuses to complete the whole package. A deadly combination.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

I made it to the front steps before I heard… “Hold it right there.” If Antarctica had a voice, this was it. I turned slightly, and met the sight of the devil himself glowering at me. Dante had stepped out of the car, looking like a character out of a freaking fantasy novel. His top was undone by half and he had his sleeves rolled up. This guy was sin itself. He tried taking a step towards me and stumbled slightly. Dominic was by his side in an instant, reaching out. “Watch out—”

“Mhm.” “You’re annoying.” “And you hit people.” He said. “You deserved it,” I added. Surprisingly, the man laughed despite still looking mildly injured and annoyingly he was actually kind of attractive when he smiled. “I’m Dante, by the way,” he said finally. “Before you attack me again.” I hesitated before answering. “Zara.” “I know.” That made me pause. “You do?” He gave me a look. “You live in Matteo’s house. You think nobody talks?”

He had to be subtle as he knew the man standing in front of him was Dante, the atrocious third master. “I don't want to hear this! I want a positive answer!" After suppressing himself for the whole night, Dante finally lost it at this moment. He was out of his mind just like a runaway lion. His phoenix eyes had turned scarlet, filled with killing intent. He looked so intimidating as if he was from hell. Luca stepped forward and held his hand to calm him down.

I and Dante made a sharp pivot and my gaze fell upon a young handsome man, probably Dante's age, coming towards us. His chestnut brown hair was slick, cascading down the nape of his neck. His brows were full and his eyes carried a shade of ocean blue but I noticed an awful straight scar that was indented next to his left eye. That must have been deep. He was as tall as Dante and he was equally muscular. But overall, he was good looking. His smile was rather infectious too. "Ah Valentine Greco. If I'm the devil then what are you?" Dante asked with a brow slightly raised.

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.