Dante In Devil May Cry 5 Novels & Stories

Dante was standing right there in the middle of the room, completely soaked in his own blood, one hand loosely holding a cigarette that was still faintly lit between his fingers as if pain itself didn’t have the right to interrupt him. His shirt was torn open at the side, dark blood spreading through the fabric, and even the way he stood—slightly tilted, one leg clearly injured—still carried that same dangerous authority like the damage and injuries meant nothing to him. His eyes locked onto mine slowly, cold and steady, like he was more annoyed I had seen him like this than concerned about the wounds at all, and somehow that calm, savage control in the middle of chaos made him look even mor

The heavy iron door of the basement was suddenly blown off its hinges with a blinding flash of light and a deafening roar of tearing metal. Smoke and dust poured into the room. Through the hazy red glow, a tall, terrifying shadow stepped into the doorway. Dante. His black shirt was torn, soaked through with dark crimson blood from his bleeding side. He held a heavy tactical rifle in his right hand, his face splattered with fresh blood, his golden eyes blazing with an unhinged, lethal fury that looked entirely inhuman. Behind him, the corridor was quiet—lined only with the fallen bodies of Costa’s outer guards.

Dante’s lips curved, but nothing about it was a smile. “Then you came here to die,” he growled, his voice calm as though killing me would be nothing more than brushing dirt from his jacket. I swore I could feel my heart pounding loudly against my ribs. His gun was steady, black, and merciless, aimed right between my eyes. For a moment, my knees threatened to give up beneath me. Dante Veynar wasn’t like the other men I’d manipulated before. He wasn’t moved by beauty, lust, or sweet words like Adrain had been. His eyes were dead colder than a winter stone itself.

Torn silk pooled at her waist, blood still smeared faintly at her lip, her chest heaving. Her eyes found Dante. He stood a step away, chest bare, shirt shredded, bloodied scratches carved down his torso. He looked like war incarnate — ruined and magnificent. For a long moment, neither spoke. Valentina’s laugh came first, hoarse, broken, bitter. “Congratulations. You finally fucked the fight out of me.” Dante’s gaze locked on her, unblinking, his body still taut like a bowstring. “No,” he said quietly. “I fucked the truth out of you.”

They chanted, laughed, their voices raw and wild. At the center, a circle drawn in white chalk stated tonight’s killing floor. Dante walked in first, a predator in black leather. His shirt was open halfway, chest sculpted like marble, tattoos slashing across his ribs. A long blade glinted in his hand, an heirloom sword with a silver wolf crest engraved on the hilt. He looked like sin carved into flesh. "Don’t chant too much," Dante’s voice boomed. "I’m just here to play, not fight."

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

He claps his hands slowly and his warriors move aside as he walks in the middle revealing himself. Allen's eyes gone wide, he didn't expect him to be alive "that was quite entertaining Allen" Dante pretends to laugh and instead of regretting the fact of his best friend's betrayal he numbs all his emotions turning off his human side and look at him with cold glare. He can't look weak in front of his pack and the enemies.

"The fact that the first five men to die are actually very lucky. For the last ten men, I am going to make it a nice, pretty family reunion by sending your family to you all in the afterlife" "All ready" Ditto said to Dante and Dante got up from the chair, handing the glass of wine over to Ditto. He walked up to one of the men and dragged him out. The man whimpered as Dante dragged him out. Dante pressed the man to the floor and stretched his hand out. A pretty huge metal plate was handed to him. "Please boss... Mercy!" The man begged and screamed. Dante hissed and punched him in the face, breaking his nose and splitting his lips. The man groaned in pains as Dante took a cage of rats from Di

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

He said as he rushed ahead and a sword appeared in his hand; he was about to strike Bryan but before he could do that, Bryan raised his trident and looked at the man with red eyes. Their weapons clashed before Bryan shook and pushed the man back with full force. “I am not going to die that easily, Dante.” The leader smirked as he removed his mask, revealing Dante, the son of Victor, behind the mask. “Oh well if you want a painful death then fine.” He said and then used all of his strength to attack Bryan, Bryan raised his trident to block his attack. He then pushed Dante back and then attacked Dante as well. Dante managed to block his attacks and fight Bryan back.