Devil May Cry 5 Dante Devil Trigger Novels & Stories

“That’s why I’m going to destroy the entire cycle.” Dante’s smirk faltered as the confidence in his eyes dimmed, and he visibly trembled with his gun in hand. He understood now. He was going to die here. Dante let out a hollow, breathless laugh. “You really think you’re any different from me?” Adrian remained silent. He simply pulled the trigger. The Devil Falls The bullet found its mark, slamming Dante in the chest. He staggered, gasping as his breath hitched. The gun slipped from his fingers and clattered against the floor. He wavered, his notorious smirk fading—his desire to make a clever remark vanished.

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

Sam said and kiss him. *~*~*~* A vial with a tiny drop of black liquid tumbled down from a lax hand and stumbled across the dirt until it too fell back into hell where it came from. The black and blood red magic hovering above the crack, waiting to be called upon, swooped in to curl around Dean arm the moment he raised his ring-laden hand. He peeled his eyes back open as he swallowed the vile-tasting liquid on his tongue and shuddered from the darkly electrifying sensation of devil blood entering his system.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

what a cop out, I decided to dance with the devil by myself and now that his fingers are tipping my chin up with tears rolling down the sides; i look for somebody else to blame. he's a hundred sins wrapped into one, each layer falls from brawny shoulders the closer I get. funny, isn't it? the devil himself has come to take me to salvation. if he was to drag me through the depths of hades in exchange of another kiss; I'd carve the shape of your lips into my throne.

With him being a DEVIL? . . . TBC

He was becoming more and more puzzled by his friend's behavior. "Maybe you're possessed by the spirit of this apartment?" David scratched his head, pretending it was itchy, and looked around the room. "There's no dumb spirit here! It's the devil!" Darian replied calmly. "Where is the devil, so I can make him drunk. He'll be delighted to get such expensive drinks!" David teased, opening one of the cold bottles that Darian had just taken from the fridge. He poured half a glass and sipped it slowly, enjoying the sensation of the expensive drink with his eyes closed. It wasn't the first time Darian had given him such drinks, but having this much personally made David's heart leap.

As his blood dropped to the floor, he called out for the devil in a foreign tongue. "Lucifer, I summon you." A heavy wind blew, and the candles went out. A spear appeared in his hand, and he watched as the devil emerged from the shadows, then he threw the spear at him, and plunged it into his chest. "I warned you to stay away from Aria." Lucas yelled at him, still plunging the spear deeper into the devil's chest. "You know you can't kill me." Lucifer said, and winced in pain. "I may not be able to kill you, but I can cause you pains. I warned you, but you wouldn't listen." Lucas pulled the spear roughly out of him, and the devil fell to the ground.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.