Dante's Son Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

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.

I yelled, watching the bleeding son aim his claws at his father's throat. He was too slow. Within a heartbeat, Baltazar had his hand on Dante's neck, slowly crushing his throat. "Do it," Dante croaked, blood flowing from his mouth as he took his last breath. Baltazar roared and ripped the heart out of his son's chest. The force raged within me. I could feel the Nephilim's power demanding justice, and I was more than eager to deliver the most painful punishment. "You are a true family man, aren't you, Baltazar?" I scoffed, stepping toward him.

Lorraine Lebedeva "Dante what the fuck are you doing?" Rhett spat bitterly, he took a step closer to us and Dante pressed the gun further into my flesh. "Of course..."Abree laughed bitterly, "The dude has been fucking with us. Let me guess you've been informing her father what we have been up to these past 2 months?" Dante took a couple of steps back, as the others stepped forward. "Clever girl." Dante let out. "No hard feelings, I'm just doing my job and father wants his daughter back home." He chuckled darkly.

“No!I’ll never let any of my daughters sell themselves to any man.This is my mess and if anyone’s life deserves to be ruined, it’s mine.” “Dad,please,we’ve got no choice right now.” Maria stood up.”Renee,haven’t you heard what people say about the third son of the Moretti family?He’s called a devil for a reason.We won’t be able to forgive ourselves if anything happens to you.” Renee had indeed heard all kinds of stories about Dante Moretti. He was not only despicable in character,they said his body physiques was an eye-sore as well. And never in her life did she imagine that she would one day offer herself up to be married to him.

He adjusted his suit jacket, though his eyes were still burning with the fire of L'Oscuro. He looked down at Mateo, who was still on his knees. "You thought you were inviting a tech CEO to a birthday party." Dante whispered, his voice dangerously calm. "You forgot who I was before I built the company, Santiago." Mateo spat. “You son of…” "You invited the Devil into your house." Dante hissed. "And now you are upset that he brought hell with him." Then he casually shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around the room, his grey eyes sweeping over the terrified elite of New York.

A mistake was committed by stars to bring the two powers close. But the almighty never considered a possibility of odd angles. He searched for good even in a demon as to what other reasons he lets that abomination survive if it weren’t for redemption. He sees great in everyone and encourages them towards that golden path by throwing different schemes. He was aware that this set of spirits was highly contradictory and violent like the combination of ice and fire. So, he turned them, twisted them to fix the wounded bond until settled on one conclusion. The opposite and incompatible pair are not always vulnerable or doomed. Sometimes they could turn into the most fascinating subject. It was nev

Iris felt like the dumbest person in the world. Did Jonathan think she was an idiot? She rolled her eyes lazily and put one foot on the bed. "I'm not as stupid as I seem, don't worry." Jonathan raised his eyebrows with an expression of disbelief. She immediately felt very hurt. "The older we get, the stronger our strength becomes. The devil who killed your parents was a young devil. His age is no more than two thousand years." "Huh? What? The young devil you say? For god's sake!" Iris directly touched her forehead trying to calm down.

Madam, having had enough of the bullshit, yelled at the top of her voice. Pedro, facing Luca, let out little growls in the middle of his pants, his one true desire to wipe the calmness off Lucas face. He was too calm for his liking. He had always been that way for as long as he could remember. Staring one right in the face without a crease in the face, whilst punishing them in the vilest way possible. No wonder he got the title of the devil. He was certainly the personification of one. “So you think joining forces with Darien to kill me will bring back your sister?” Luca asked when he saw things had cooled off a bit.

Yet, he has this hold on me; he keeps drawing me in when I know that I should not. So with only but a smile, I pull him closer to me and lay lips softly against his. He only looks at me rather confused, “You do not wish for an explanation?” That, there, tells me that I have, in fact, heard him, so with those trembling hands, I only but whisper to him, “Are you really the Devil?” He softly chuckles at me, “The Devil’s son.” “But that still makes you a Devil, or are you one of those ungodly…?”

He stood up and walked to his friend who was thrusting inside her mercilessly and at this moment the woman had turned half unconscious from his torcher. The devil looked down at the woman's pitiful appearance and then praised his friend, "Good, now my turn." as he said that he turned into his real self and then started with his hand gesture he held the woman's body up in the air, she was shaking all over with blood on her abdomen. She half-opened her eyes, trying to keep her consciousness. "Do you know, you have killed my child?" He asked, seethed.