Dante From Devil May Cry Anime Novels & Stories

The harness bit into her skin just enough to remind her who was in charge. Her master, a tall man named Dante, stood nearby. He wore black pants and a tight shirt that showed his strong muscles. His eyes were dark and intense as he looked at her. Lou's heart pounded in her chest. She was submissive, and this was what she craved. Dante picked up the whip from a nearby shelf. It was a short one with leather strands that would sting her skin.

I kept my cool, though my anger simmered close to the surface. “I was careless,” Dante explained, almost pleading. “I didn't expect…” he trailed off. I raised my hair again, and he flinched. However I only tilted his chin back up to look at me. “Good. You recognize your mistake,” my thumb brushed his cheek, musing internally. He truly was beautiful. If only he could control his strange impulses to annoy me. “Now, tell me. Who is Marcel?” “He’s a colleague. An assassin,” Dante spoke, but his eyes betrayed a veiled emotion I could not read. My ire sparked once more, and I hummed low, almost a grunt.

At first Dante was quiet, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at him so I kept my eyes on the floor. I heard Gianna chuckle, her usual high pitched annoying chuckle and then I heard her ruffling to her bag and she fished something out, handing it to Dante “That’s him, incase you’re wondering what he looks like and yes an exact replica of you – see those eyes, he definitely has D’angelo blood running through his vein but he is stuck with some French family that smokes cigarettes for breakfast and dinner”

“I brought her, like I said I would.” Sitting behind the massive oak desk is a man I recognize instantly, though I’ve only ever heard stories. Dante Dragonetti, the monster in the shadows. The one even my father speaks of with fear. He leans back in his chair, a glass of amber liquid in his hand, the sharp planes of his face illuminated by the light from a desk lamp. “Il drago,” I whisper, the word slipping out before I can stop it. Dante chuckles, low and rumbling, like thunder. “They still use that name? How quaint.” His gaze sweeps over me, calculating and cold. “This is the Cerulli girl?”

The bond between father and son was rapidly weakening. Caelus lowered his head and let out a weak, broken chuckle. “Y-You… think you can protect that sinful child from me… by killing me?” Slowly, he lifted his blood-soaked face, a manic grin spreading across his lips. “Angels don’t die. I will simply take a new form… and every time… I will come back to kill—” Finn’s eyes turned blood-red. His massive black wings spread wide as he fully embraced his Devil form, power radiating off him in dark waves.

“DANTE, COME HERE!” Dante barely dodged Ronan’s attack and sprinted toward Ryker, who had shifted his dark magic back to himself. Ryker rushed toward Seraphina, eyes gleaming with murderous intent. She swiftly dodged, locking eyes with Ronan for a brief moment as she evaded Ryker’s advancing power. Dante, moving at lightning speed, sought to merge back into Ryker’s form, knowing he stood no chance against Ronan’s raw power without the dark magic. However, before Dante could reach Ryker, Ronan grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head into the ground. Dante’s scream echoed through the air, a haunting sound amidst the cries of the burning spirits.

“Maybe biting a bullet. Or him. Or all three.” A deep inhale. A fake-ass smile. And I walk in. Dante’s already seated on the edge of the tub, shirtless. And I mean—fucking shirtless. His torso is all hard ridges, tan skin pulled over muscle though it was made to be ogled, not washed. The bandages on his arms are fresh, done by me, but he still looks as if a goddamn dark fantasy novel cover come to life. Crimson eyes zero in on me though I’m the first meal he’s seen in days and he’s starving.

He has weird tattoos on both of his forearms that I’m sure there is a story behind. Dante is a little more muscular than Vince. His black hair is long enough to tuck it behind his ear, but it doesn’t reach his shoulders. He’s eyes are green, but they don’t have the bright piecing effect that Creeds green eyes do. I can tell he’s a lady’s man. He confirmed my thoughts when he smiled, and I saw his perfect smile and the cutest dimples. I get the feeling that Vince is a comedian and Dante is more calm and collected.

I asked, enjoying the feeling of Dante’s touch. “They went to the main house to make sure everything was progressing the way it should be, and that all the necessary items were brought here. I drew the short straw, or the best straw.” I went over to the shower bench and sat back down. All I could do was stare at Dante. Dante was about 6’5” tall, he is slightly shorter than the triplets and Benji, but not by much, he has long, lean legs with well-defined quads and calves. Dante has golden brown eyes with flecks of green, he has broad shoulders, and strong biceps. Dante has eight-pack abs, and his hip bones stick out just a little bit. He’s not skinny, he has great muscle tone, but he could us

He pleaded incoherently, apologizing over and over to the cold, dead phone. In that moment, Dante Moretti snapped. He was no longer the elegant Don. He was a devil who had lost his soul, wanting nothing more than to drag the whole world down into the grave with him.