Dante In Devil May Cry 5 Novels & Stories

Before Selena could react, someone started speaking. "Do you really think that you could kill him with that knife Princess?" young Dante's voice whispered in her ear. It sounded like a taunt. One day, Alexander brought Dante home 6 years ago. Apparently Dante blocked a bullet for Alexander and saved him. Alexander thought he could use Dante, but as the years passed by, Alexander started to teach Dante all the ways to kill a person, evade laws, and earn money. Dante is no longer a hunch man in the bottom. He raised in rank and now fifth in command after Alexander in the outfit.

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.

Dracaryx replied. "So Paula gave Yedam the blood and he ran mad and killed her, Valerie said. "Exactly, such a smart boy" Dracaryx praised him. Dante rolled his eyes at their flirting, if Valerie thought he was keeping whatever he had with Dracaryx a secret, he was failing miserably, maybe he should take some lessons from Camilla, Dante thought to himself. "well the both of you remain here, make sure no one gets in here", Dante said as he snapped pictures of the scene and forwarded it to Antonio telling him to call an alliance meeting. He drove back to the house.

The man clenched his teeth. “Should I just kill you right now? But my grandfather and all the members of the Vittorio family should see your defeated face first,” Dante muttered coldly. Nicolo didn’t respond. He tried to get up, but Dante immediately kicked his chest and face. “Dante, do you think you’ve won?” Nicolo asked coldly. “I lost in London, but this time I’ll win.” Dante pulled the trigger of his gun and shot both of Nicolo’s legs brutally. He wouldn’t let the man escape.

I move toward the door to open it, but Dario stops me. “Please, he isn’t really like this. Let’s go back.” He says, trying to defend whatever Dante was doing on the other side of the door, but all I do is push his hand aside and open the door. I wish I had listened to Dario and turned back. Then I wouldn’t feel as broken-hearted as I did when my eyes settled on them in the room together. Dante had Carmella on her knees, and he had rolled up her hair around his fist as he fucked her from behind. Her eyes were closed as she moaned out in ecstasy. So was Dante’s as he thrusts into her hard.

Dante. Leaning casually against the window, half-naked, holding a glass of amber whiskey like he was in a cologne commercial. His tattoo curled down the side of his torso like it had been drawn by sin itself, highlighting every sculpted inch of his abs. And that smirk—God, that smirk. Equal parts arrogant and devastating. What on earth was wrong with you, Scarlet? Why do you want to pounce on him? “Why am I here?” I asked, trying to sound firm, though my eyes may have lingered a little too long on his chest.

in Ivy’s chest flared with such intensity it felt like a physical strike. The door hissed open. Dante stood there. He looked like he had crawled out of hell. His face was gaunt, his obsidian eyes sunken and burning with a dark, terrifying light. A jagged scar ran from his temple to his jaw, a permanent reminder of the Nadir’s collapse. He didn't speak. He didn't embrace her. He stepped into the room and grabbed her by the jaw, his fingers bruising her skin, forcing her to look up at him.

I felt a sharp burning pain in my fingers as the frost-bit metal made contact with my palms. “Dante! Come get him down!” I yelled. Dante appeared beside me faster than I would have assumed would be possible with all the gunfire going on outside. With an expressionless face and the efficiency of a machine, he moved, slicing through the zip-ties with a knife. Luciano collapsed, and Dante immediately caught his weight, lowering him gently onto the frost-covered concrete.

I stormed up the stone steps two at a time. My fingers wrapped around the metal handle. Click. I cocked my pistol. Then, I pushed the doors open. Gasps erupted. Heads turned. But I only looked at one person. Dante. He stood before the altar, stiff and devoid of emotions. A gun was aimed at his head by an older looking man. And it didn't take me much to identify the latter. El Diablo. That was the devil. Beside him, Seraphine smirked. My eyes narrowed. And all I saw in that moment was red.

Dante was standing in the doorway with surprised amber eyes. Dante was actually a handsome guy with his strawberry blonde hair. It was short but long enough to cover his ears a little. The lines of his face from jaw to chin were slightly feminine, but you could never mistake him for anything but male. As he stood before us in only his boxers, every swell of muscle in his limbs and torso was well defined and tight. “Welcome home, Vasilios…” Dante said before stepping aside and letting us get by. He knelt beside us as we came in until Lio touched his shoulder, allowing him to rise again. Baltasar knelt as well and Lio did the same with him.