Dante's Son Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

“Welcome to my home, I apologize for the way we had to get you here. You are beautiful. I can understand what my son sees in you.“ “Who are you? Who is your son? What do you want with me?” I asked “Please forgive my rudeness. I am Lucifer. I am sure you recognize my son.” he said and Damien walked out from a door in the back of the room. “I’m sorry Synestra, I never wanted this. It’s not what you think.” Damien tried to explain but I didn't want to hear it.

He was looking at the man standing five feet away. Dante had Marco’s gun in his hand. Marco was on the ground, groaning. "Let her go, Lorenzo," Dante said. His voice was no longer human. It was the voice of the Butcher’s Son. "Or what?" Lorenzo pressed the blade harder. "You’ll shoot me? You’ll kill the father of the girl you claim to love?" "He's not my father!" I choked out. "See?" Lorenzo grinned. "The Petrov fire. She’s so much more fun when she’s angry."

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

Dante murmured evenly. Winston on the other hand is still reeling with shock. He was not expecting that Dante is Augustin's son and the future Boss of Montana. What's more, Dante earned his position as the boss of Creekwood, and no one shake his kind of power. Now adding Montana to the list, it would make Dante the unshakable power. Now Dante has more land, more men, more resources than the rest of the outfits. That would make Dante stand as the ultimate power of all the five outfits.

"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

“Then I reverse the transfer. And I make a phone call to those gentlemen searching for your father. Have you any idea what happens to the daughters of men who do not pay their debts?” I stared at him in horror. He was blackmailing me, using my family’s safety to manipulate me. The charming young man had become the very essence of the Devil. “Why?” I asked. “Why marry me? Why marry a woman you hate? How can you marry a woman you said you would never love?” Luca placed his drink down and moved towards me. He stopped right in front of me and lifted my hand so that he could examine the ring which I was now forced to wear.

The bond between father and son was rapidly weakening. Caelus lowered his head and let out a weak, broken chuckle. “Y-You… think you can protect that sinful child from me… by killing me?” Slowly, he lifted his blood-soaked face, a manic grin spreading across his lips. “Angels don’t die. I will simply take a new form… and every time… I will come back to kill—” Finn’s eyes turned blood-red. His massive black wings spread wide as he fully embraced his Devil form, power radiating off him in dark waves.

He could still feel Luca’s cum slowly leaking from his body — a secret reminder of their morning fuck before they left. Vittorio’s cold eyes flicked between them. Damien Ricci stood beside him, smirking like a shark. “So this is the boy who turned my son into a traitor,” Vittorio said, voice dripping with disgust. “A worthless little artist spreading his legs for power.” Luca’s hand tightened on Adrian’s back. “Speak about him like that again and this meeting ends in your blood.” Damien chuckled. “Bold words for a man who has already lost everything.”

The call trails off and Adrian continues gaming on his console while Lena gets dressed and prepares for her training. Meanwhile in the abyss, loud gargling and growling of demons can be heard from ever angle. A very handsome man sits on a red throne with long flowing hair. He has perfect golden hair on his chin as he strokes his beards. He has five servants that stand behind him with perfect sync. They dress in ancient, medieval dresses that entails that they have lived for a long and certain period of time. Many low grade demons writhe and snarls as they exhibit uncanny, childish behaviours such as fighting and chasing each other. They come in different appearances such as : Dogs, wolves, h

Marcini’s tan bled to ash, Giovanni’s glass slipped and shattered, Dante’s hand went for the gun under his jacket—then froze when Matteo stepped out from behind me, his hands already on his gun. I smiled the smile that made grown men piss themselves. Marcini recovered first. “Enzo… Cristo santo…” I closed the distance, pulled him into a hug that looked brotherly and felt like a threat at the same time. Over his shoulder I whispered, “Surprised to see me, brother? Sono tornado, Marcini. Non si uccide il Diavolo. Il Diavolo non resta morto.” Translation: I’m back, Marcini. You can’t kill the devil. The devil doesn’t stay dead.