Devil May Cry 5: Visions Of V Novels & Stories

“We wouldn't have gone to the river without you!” Angel could still hear Ellena's screams when Xander drove his car out of her grandfather's yard. Angel glanced at Xander briefly, then she covered her mouth with her palm before she dirty Xander's car with her vomit.

--- Velkris stood there for a moment. Still. Silent. Then his gaze shifted toward the house. He could hear it. Laughter. Light. Careless. Aria’s voice. Mark’s voice. His lips curved slightly. Then his eyes darkened. And his thoughts turned… To Lucas. What would the devil's son do?

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.

The room reeked of blood and despair. The man's cries echoed against the cold, marble walls, but they didn’t move Lena. Not even a twitch of sympathy crept into her eyes. If anything, his pleading only seemed to feed her wrath. “P-please... Boss, I swear it won’t happen again,” the man stammered, voice cracking under the weight of agony. Tears streamed down his face as he knelt, already missing three fingers. Lena stood above him like a queen before an execution—cold, proud, merciless.

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.

His soul is being sucked out by the devil and he is trapped by the icy-like glares. "Didn't you want to say something to me, Ry?" Jihun's baritone tone is snapping Ryan back from his trance-like state. Once again, Ryan felt his body is being assaulted by goosebumps. He rubbed his neck as he averting his eyes from looking straight into Jihun's eyes. He should learn his lesson already. Never look into the eyes of the devil. You'll be charmed away by his alluring gazes and at the end of this arduous journey, you will be left with nothing, but, broken mind and limbless body.

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.

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

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.