Novel & Cerita Dante In Devil May Cry 5

Caterina was silent. "Now we focus on your recovery first." Dante spoke softly. Caterina nodded. Dante took off the shirt that was attached to his body. He put the shirt on his daughter's body to cover Caterina's naked body. Dante's jaw tightened; he clenched his fists very tightly as he brought destruction to his daughter's world. He should never have brought Caterina to live there. He should have left La Vendetta first so he could focus on taking care of his daughter and planning a good future for her.

The hunter went down, but another was already closing in. The fight felt endless, and fear paralyzed me. I wanted to do something —anything— but panic bound my hands. Then suddenly, another figure burst through the shattered doorway. “Back!” shouted a voice I recognized instantly. Dante. My heart lurched so hard it hurt. He was there, eyes blazing with determination, a knife gleaming in his hand as he wielded it with terrifying skill. In seconds, he cut down a hunter who had been trying to flank Bright. “What the hell are you doing here?” I heard Bright shout, never pausing in his fight.

The man holding the gun in front of me dropped. Collapsed like his strings had been cut. Blood sprayed onto the column. I gasped, stumbled backward— "Sera!" My head whipped around. Dante. And he looked like he'd been through hell. His lip was split, blood trailing down the side of his mouth. His tie was gone, jacket missing, white shirt stained red on one side. His eyes locked on me like I was the only thing left standing. "You're okay," he breathed, relief flashing wild and fierce in his gaze, just before he lunged toward me.

“I can see that you don't seem to understand the situation that you are in right now, well let me make it more clear to you, my men have taken over all your territories, including the infinery that you speak of, there is no deal that we can strike” Dante had his gaze scanning around. I could tell what was going on in his head; no doubt that he knew that he had been betrayed by someone, and that look of shame and defeat that followed was enough satisfaction for me. “If you want to kill me, just go ahead and do so. But if you are expecting me to beg for mercy, then you are certainly wasting your time, because I won't be doing that” Dante gritted his teeth, his eyes turned red, but that gaze Ca

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

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.

My heart began beating rapidly, causing a ringing in my ears. “ Drums down heart. We need the money.” When the doors slid open, I almost bolted. But I didn't. Running won't feed me or bring back my mother's jewelry. Dante stood at the windows like he owned the world which, let’s be honest, he probably did. I mean, he is Dante Moretti after all. He was wearing a black shirt, its sleeves rolled up, veins lined his forearms as well as a snake tattoo. He has broad shoulders. And an ass that could make a nun reconsider her vows. When he turned, his gaze snapped me out of lustful thoughts.

"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