Devil May Cry Dante Fanart Novels & Stories

he whispered, voice low, dark, teasing. Her fingers slid over his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle as she closed the last inch between them, lips brushing his. “If I can’t kill the devil…” she murmured, voice trembling with fire, “then when I take my revenge… you’ll wish for anything but death.” Her eyes locked on his in a promise. “I will make you taste tears of blood, dear devil.”

EMILY'S POV A few weeks had passed since I began working for Dante. His sight disgusts me but I had to answer his calls, unless I wanted my head separated from my body. Dante made sure I was always with him, serving him or the sexy ladies who appeased him sexually. I would watch them rub his body with their breasts as he rested his back on the couch and sometimes he would go as far as pressing their boobs whilst staring at me. I tried as much as I could to avert my gaze from him, especially when I felt turned on by his sexual gestures. Dante would smirk and watch as I tried controlling myself. It was clear he knew what he was doing.

He was a mafia boss and a devil- nothing more than that. I had barely taken two steps into the reception after him when the door opened again and the driver guy appeared. The only difference between his outfit and the devil’s was his navy blue suit. His black hair was held back in a small bun, which was odd, considering his harsh expression. As he walked past me, I saw that he was a bit taller than my dad but not as tall as his boss. He was around Jason’s 6.1” height. How tall is this devil?

PEBBLES' POV Sardines and eggs. That was what the devil's kiss tasted like. His lavishly applied aftershave plagued my nostrils with its putrid, citrusy scent. With his tongue still embedded down my throat, he used his hands to grope my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my bosoms. His dent in his pants pressed painfully against my jeans covered thighs. I thrashed around as a sign of protest to his vulgar behaviour. He let out a deep and malignant chuckle against my lips. “You taste so good. I wonder if you will feel as sweet as you taste?” He withdrew his tongue as he held eye contact. His black pupils swirled in the dim lighting of the small closet. I saw the endless depths of evil and dar

Dante drawled with a cold face. Renee swallowed. Should she call him uncle more so she would get spanked tonight? She couldn’t understand herself anymore. She was getting too naughty. “Who are you?"Dante asked Arturo. “I’m Arturo Medina.My father is Matteo Medina. Our family does cosmetics business."

It had dark aesthetic, portraying the fact that Axel’s best color was black. She stared around the room and her eyes landed on a big frame on the wall. It was a dark painting of a boy alone in the wilderness, standing in front of a lion with no weapons in his hand. Her eyes dimmed. The painting had a deep meaning and she was curious to why Axel had such in his room. That was the only painting in the room, not even a picture frame of Axel was present. Her gaze landed on the documents on the locker‘s top. She read some of the details and noticed it was a school result of a student named, “Daisy Anderson.”

To the whiskey stains camouflaging my real tantrum. He thinks he’s playing me. But this mess? This chaos? It’s my masterpiece. And Richard Dalton is in my web now.

I straightened his coat, my eyes glinting with a menacing gleam as I approached the truck. "It seems our enemies have forgotten who they're dealing with," I hissed, my voice filled with a chilling confidence. "They dare to steal from the Devil himself." A bolt of lightning split the sky, illuminating my face as I looked at the stolen shipment with predatory satisfaction. Raindrops rolled down my cheeks, mingling with my wicked smile. "Now, my men," I declared, my voice cutting through the storm. "Let's see who has the audacity to challenge the Devil. The real show is about to begin."

he clapped his hands. “You wish” I said and hissed again with veins on my neck popping out. “Ewww” Dante turned to the door and his back was the view I got. He took two steps forward and stopped, “I hope that you are very sure of accepting the real devil because this is just a tip of an iceberg” he called out. “Huh! You haven't done enough?” I asked. “I am just getting started,” he said and walked out of the room. ***

The wind that swept through Deira carried an omen: The devil had stirred, and the kingdom would soon tremble.