Dante In Devil May Cry 5 Novels & Stories

It wasn't a guard. ​It was a nightmare in human form. ​Dante stood there, propped up against the doorframe. His white shirt was soaked through with crimson, his face a mask of gore and dust. One arm hung uselessly at his side, but the other was steady, leveled at my father’s head. ​"Touch the boy," Dante rasped, his voice a dry, rattling sound from deep in his chest. "And I’ll show you exactly how a Valenti says goodbye."

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.

"I am very sure you will want to follow your mommy. Then, we would see the kind of choice you would make. Become a servant like your mommy and sister, or come with me and become my heir." "I will never do that." Dante shrugged. "The little devil has made up his mind. You have made up your mind to follow the bad road and I cannot stop you." He looked at me and snickered. "I will be leaving now." He squatted before Derek. "I will be meeting you soon, my dear." Derek grabbed on to my hand, not even trying to let go, while Dianne was doing otherwise. Why doesn't she understand that this man over here is a different man entirely. He is not the man who would carry her like before and ay sweet word

Nero explained, and the guard nodded. He was wondering if his boss didn't get him well when he said the person who hit Lena was Krisy; was he really okay with him killing Krisy? He turned on his heel and left; it wasn't long before Dante joined Nero, as he had just heard about his orders. “Boss,” Dante called, and Nero pointed at the wine bar. “Get me a drink.” Dante walked to the wine bar and got a bottle of wine with a glass; his gaze moved to Lena, who stood by the stairs, and he quickly looked away and served the wine to Nero before saying,.

Dante whirled, stunned for a split second. Matteo hurled a spare pistol my way and I caught it mid-air. Fury exploded through me as I rolled to cover and fired back at Dante rapidly. The shots thundered, bullets ripping into Dante’s chest and arm, he staggered backward toward the edge. He clutched his wounds, shock freezing his face. “Ci vediamo all'inferno, bastardo,” I growled as I fired the final shot that propelled him over the cliff. See you in hell, bastard.

“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.

All I could do was cry. “I swear it, if I be Dante Vincenzo, I’ll make your life a living hell,” Dante drew his face closer to mine, his eyes now cold, locked onto mine. “I’ll become your worst nightmare, and you’ll regret ever knowing me. You’ll crave death, but it won’t find you. I promise you that,” his growl echoed in my ears, our gazes locked, revealing bitterness, darkness, hatred, and disgust in his eyes.

"You're acting like I locked you in with the devil." "Yes, you did!" I shot back. I knew I was exaggerating, but for real, she did lock me in with the devil. Dante is the devil. "Do you know what he did? He is so infuriating!" Vittoria burst out laughing, as if the moment were funny.

He threw the hand of the rogue on the ground and took a fighting stance. “Get him!” The boss yelled, and I saw a smile on his face as the rogues came closer. Another scream tore my eyes from Fred and saw Alessia sinking her fangs into a rogue throat and taking it out with force. I shut my eyes as the artery followed her hand and the rogue dropped dead on the ground. While the fight was going on, I couldn’t see Dante anywhere, where was he? My eyes moved around but not for long. I felt his presence, his sweet scent filling my nose, and he was….

“Don’t be so sure. I doubt you went to the mat for me on this.” “Oh, but I did.” He motioned toward Catalina. “She had to pull us apart. We were wrestling in the penthouse living room. It was awful.” Catalina’s smile and the slight shake of her head told me what I already knew—Dante was full of shit. I rarely thought about the fact that he was also a stone-cold killer like Dario. Their personalities couldn’t be further from one another. “I tell you what,” I said, looking at Dante. “If you unsheathe one of the knives you’re currently wearing and take Aléjandro out, I might decide not to hate you.”