Dante's Son Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

“Let’s make a toast, uncle! Thanks to you, I had been born in this world. Clearly, I wouldn’t be standing right here if you didn’t have such monstrous appetite for women!” Caldwell threw his goblet on the wall behind Danterion’s back, feeling bitter that he had missed his head just a few feet away. “Why you, devil!” The boy laughed softly. “Why am I the devil here? Weren’t you the more evil one between the two of us? How could you even say that to your very own child?” Caldwell’s hands shook in his seat. “You are no child of mine!” “Of course, I was never your child! I am the child of the Devil, am I not?”

His eyes were a storm of pain and fury. "The baby survived, Ivy. My father intended to kill it, but he couldn't. He was a monster, but he had a twisted sense of legacy. He realized that a child of St. Claire blood, raised under the Moretti name, would be the ultimate revenge. He wanted a sleeper agent in the enemy’s heart." Ivy looked at him, the realization dawning on her like a slow-motion car crash. "You... you’re the child?" Dante laughed, a harsh, jagged sound. "No, Ivy. I am a Moretti. Through and through. I am the son of the man your father betrayed."

"Bella, I've seen how you look at him when you think no one's watching. And I've seen how he looks at you. This could be dangerous in ways that have nothing to do with the mafia." "I don't look at him any particular way." "Sure. And I'm the Queen of England." I ignored her, staring at Dante's contact on my phone. My thumb hovered over the call button. I was scared. This was insane. He'd laugh in my face. He would use my desperation against me, leverage it to his advantage, make my life hell while enjoying every bit of it. But then I thought of Vittorio's dead eyes and the gun pointed at my father's head. This was a deal between the devil and the devil's son. I chose the devil's son. Only Dan

The paper and the pen were his new voice, and he used them wisely. Alessandro’s scoff was blood-curdling, not even Harlow had heard it before as Dante’s ten-year-old son came into his view via a video call. “Do you want to talk to him?” Alessandro mocked him, and Dante salivated, but no words came out of him. He scribbled again, “I don’t care about him, kill him.” Alessandro was enraged, but he kept his cool. Dante mocked with the letters, “You don't have the courage to hurt him, my boy, I know you.”

Gaetano screamed. “It’s my turn to make you suffer. You killed my baby, so I’ve killed your son. And now, I will make sure you will witness the death of your wife.” My voice was calm and steady as I spoke to him. “My dear father, you were playing with The Devil’s Fire. And you’re about to get burned.” I gave him a vicious smile. “I want him outside, tied to a pole.” I said to Damiano. “Your wish is my command, mia Donna.” Damiano looked at Gaetano with a sinister look, and for once, I think Damiano was curious to see what I had planned.

He was quiet for a long moment, and when he finally spoke, the words landed like a door creaking open, just wide enough to see something terrible beyond it. "I was there." All these years, the Devil had been standing at the edge of my family's grave. "Why?" I demanded. "Why were you at my father's estate the night everything burned?" "Your father contacted me," Dante said. "He believed something was wrong inside his own syndicate. A coup, a betrayal, he wasn't certain which. He asked me to come quietly, without drawing attention." "You expect me to believe you went there to help my family." "No." Something flickered across his face, guilt layered beneath years of careful control. "I expect y

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.

he smirked. “No,” I turned towards him, “I want to know… who are you, Tom?” He laughed coldly and glared at me. I flinched but clenched my teeth to help myself pretending to stay unaffected. “Be careful what you wish for,” he gazed deep into my eyes. I had just challenged the devil…

*** "Hah so funny. You plan to destroy your future wife yourself. It's just not bad, if suddenly you betray I will hit back." Again a smile was etched beautifully on Gerand's face. The only child from the Darenia family did not know who she was dealing with. When it comes to power, they are almost the same, but in terms of cruelty, they are clearly different. Crushing was commonplace for Gerand. There is no lingering feeling in a Gerand Yosefa, only self-gratification. "Okay, we agreed to work together. Oh yeah, don't forget to come to my wedding and Regianis on Sunday this week. An official letter of invitation will come to your family soonon the show, how about we start the game?"

Clyde I'm sure life here on earth is hell, there is no other hell. Only the heaven that I have never seen or maybe forgotten. There is so much pain, so many rules, and so many souls reincarnated in flesh and bones only to create chaos. I was so damned convinced there weren't other demons, people like me and Arthur Smith were demons and people like Olivia were souls trying to survive all the dirt of the hell. People like her were like a ray of light that would make a demon like me think twice about the hell I was in.