Devil May Cry 5: Visions Of V の小説・ストーリー

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

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.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

I started praying that someone could come and help her but deep down I knew she can't be rescued by these monsters. Her shouts were all over the house and I was helpless and terrified. The terror was all over my heart and mind. Just then, the devil held my chin tightly and forced me to open my eyes. "Watch this, Ella. Watch what happens to the person who has killed my child." "Please," I pleaded while crying sadly. "Please, it wasn't her fault... Please." The devil raised his brow and then laughed like I had told him a joke. 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.

And I will never accept that. In a quick move, he aggressively pulled the cloth which was covering my eyes. My vision has not yet adjusted to the light when he grabbed my face. But he immediately let go of me and cursed violently as if he saw something. "No fucking way." I could hear his heavy breathing. When my vision had completely adjusted, I finally saw the devil in disguise. Greval Vresso was topless. He was only wearing a denim jeans which was hanging dangerously around his hips. I could see his chest waving violently.

Who works for the Devil! ___________________________

He chanted the only words in English, as the rest of the spell is in Latin and by which no one could hear the words that he utters, but him. “Heed my all.” The pentagram lights with that purple hue, as the eyes of the devil, opens, showing its darkness right in the middle and swallowing the imperfect stone. Purple lightning that comes from the lines and cracks of the written symbols started to dance. The tentacle-like hands grabs the two specimens and lifted and dropped them at the same time in the middle. A hissing and a scream echo. “Wonderful.” He insanely admires. Loving the moment that he is seeing, as the scream of that little girl is like music to his ears.

Like I'll do for the rest of my short life. SIBYL The visions are intensifying. Every day now. Multiple visions. All draining life force. I'm bleeding from my nose constantly. I can't stop seeing. Five months. That's how long Valentina has left. I've seen her death four times now. Same outcome every time. She dies defending Callum from vampire assassin. Stakes the vampire. Gets killed in the process. It's heroic. It's stupid. It's inevitable. Unless I warn her. Unless I change the circumstances. Unless the visions are wrong.

her screams with pain filled with room which satisfied don her tears got dried for crying again and again her bleeding lips due to many cuts he said "cut those fingers first of all pluck those eyeballs filled with lust" they did as he said she she shouting for every time those fingers got cutting down she screamed untill her throat got dried she started falling unconscious he said "pour boiling water" they did she screamed once again he said "finish her and throw her to my man eating fishes and crocodiles pond" they nodded their head these three people returned ◇FLASHBACK ENDS◇ present...... for the world he is a charming and chocolate boy but no one knows can guess this devilish side of him