Devil May Cry Dante Fanart Novels & Stories

Dante was beaming, dressed in a fine suit as he stood at an award ceremony. It seemed as if it was for an Italian wine company. Dante owned that legal company? Matthias had thought he only did illegal shit. Scrolling through the web, he couldn't find much about Dante until he came across a link to his I*******m. Tapping on it, he was brought to an account with five million followers. In every photo of Dante, he looked like perfection, gorgeous as sin. He was the true definition of a devil in a suit. If Matthias hadn't seen him kill, he wouldn't have believed it.

"You-You need to run! That's a Devil , Nat- the Devil." She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him again. He knew the picture he made standing there over her. Demon eyes glowing through the smoke and twisted black metal armor covering much of his body. His crowned helmet sported horns that curled up and back making him appear taller and infinitely more terrifying. He didn't really need armor, but he wore it anyway for occasions such as this. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow past her own fear. She held up her trembling blade against him and his head tilted as he smiled down at her.

The goat-headed devil flinches instantly with Abelard’s words. The demon’s pupils get dilated instantly until the black veins in his red eyes appear. His jaw grips very hard. All the muscles in his body begin to tense up until the black blood comes out of the wound again. His hands clenched tightly. “DON’T BE AROGANT, HUMAN BRAT!” “YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A DIRT!”

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

He extended his hand for a dance, The inky blackness night sky, thick clouds blotted out the stars, masked the full moon filling the water with blue light, the colossal wave’s crash onto the tick, wet sand, and the icy and withering wind became a silent spectator of Angel in Devil’s arms, both souls swaying and swirling to the lyrics of Christina Perri- A thousand Years song. S –“Did I tell you how beautiful you looking tonight My Dove”, he whispered in her ears A – Her breathing was rapid due to proximity, “Nope,” she complained in a baby voice with a pout at the end.

"Chris!" Scraping his teeth over her covered clit, Chris groaned at her desperate whines. He hooked his fingers in her waistband and drew the scrap of lace down her trembling thighs. The musky scent of her arousal filled his nose as he breathed her in. She was glistening, pink and perfect. His mouth watered.

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

*Third POV* “It runs into that dirty filthy blood of ours from centuries as it passes by one after the other” Dong-jun pauses, spreading his arms wide. “The deal with the devil to make the most beautiful creation here in this world is to feel the hand of the devil upon yours as you make your art into life by another life. Putting the soul of the one into the art to make it look more alive” “THAT'S BULLSHITS!! THERE IS NOTHING LIKE DEVIL AND ALL THE OLD FARTS WERE JUST DELUSION!!”

he probed. My gaze forcefully trailed up from the movement of his fingers on the zip of his pants, “That’s not… Not what I’m talking about.” “Then what?” Despite the fact that we hadn’t concluded on the conversation, Dante got up from the bed and for a moment I thought he was angry, but every single word stuck to my throat faded so easily when he tugged his pants down and I saw the intricate, and neat font two word line tattoo below his hip bone. I could only see the first word which read: ‘Sin.’

He adjusted his suit jacket, though his eyes were still burning with the fire of L'Oscuro. He looked down at Mateo, who was still on his knees. "You thought you were inviting a tech CEO to a birthday party." Dante whispered, his voice dangerously calm. "You forgot who I was before I built the company, Santiago." Mateo spat. “You son of…” "You invited the Devil into your house." Dante hissed. "And now you are upset that he brought hell with him." Then he casually shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around the room, his grey eyes sweeping over the terrified elite of New York.