Devil May Cry Dante Fanart Novels & Stories

Dante said. I swallowed hard, “I’m not. You’re the last person on my mind.” He scoffed, leaning back like he owned the bed, the room, the air I breathed. “Sure you’re not. That’s why you immortalized me in paint. Don’t worry, Guai, I won’t tell anyone you have an artist’s crush on your almost-killer.” God, I hated how my cheeks heated up. Why did he have to make everything sound so damn dangerous and seductive at the same time?

With his free hand, fueled by the sheer, unadulterated power of the Primordial Font, Dante reached up and seized the jagged spikes of the Emperor’s iron crown. Valerius’s silver eyes widened—pure shock, real disbelief. "Let’s see how eternal you are without your jewelry," Dante hissed. Then with a deafening, monstrous roar, Dante planted his boots against the wall, flexed every ounce of his impossibly massive Lycan strength, and ripped the ancient iron crown clean off the Emperor’s skull.

At that moment, a loud sound was heard. Flynn had stopped moving forward and after a brief moment, Jane saw Flynn’s legs go weak as he slowly started kneeling. As Flynn’s body lowered, Dante’s fist was revealed. Everything was now a blur before Flynn, and he could already feel blood flowing out of his mouth. He was in utter disbelief. Despite that, he mustered up all his strength to grab Dante by the collar. His action caused Dante’s shirt button to open, and it revealed a tattooed word on his chest. ‘Dragon.’

Somehow, he finally manages to stand up, straightens his back and looks witha sinister and foreboding mannerat his father. "Don't just stand there. Hurry up," Lucifer orders. He walks up to a large stone coffin filled with emeralds. A pattern of twisted dragons and demons adorn the edges and the lid is engraved with the words Descensus diabolus ad infernos. The devil descended to the kingdom of death. Underneath it says: Si quando conversa fuerit ad mortem. We're going to avenge your death. Lucifer makes a sweeping gesture with his hand and the lid slides off with a low dull thud. He walks up to Seven, grabs him by the neck and drags him with him. He shoves his face into the coffin.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

Inside, the flickering firelight cast long, skeletal shadows across the floor, where the 1890 photograph lay like a curse. Dante stood over the bed, the silver vial clutched in his hand as if it were a holy relic or a poisoned chalice. His bare chest, marked by the faint, silvered lines of his own survival, heaved with a rhythmic, violent grace. He looked down at Ivy, his eyes no longer just gold, but a molten, terrifying amber.

It rang, and rang, then I remembered he didn't like to pick up unknown numbers and just as I was about to hang up… "Who the hell is this?" His voice came through, deep, cold, and familiar. It rolled through my chest like thunder. I swallowed. "Dante." I called and there was instant silence, then a sharp inhale. "…Princess." He was the only one who ever called me that and to the rest of the world, he wasn’t Dante. He was Doom... The name whispered in fear, the shadow in every dark alley and the monster Mafia boss parents warned their kids about.

Zachary fumed and looked straight in her eyes that were gleaming with mirth. “I am not going to let you or this pauper destroy my kingdom” Delphyne gritted and then looked at Diana who was trying hard to stifle her cries, “Listen and better ingrain this in your mind witch, we are devils. We hate you and your entire fucking community. Heaven was once ours and soon we are gonna snatch it back from you. You better start counting your days because they won’t last long.” Diana gasped in horror. Zachary also stared at his mother incredulously, “THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT??”

But as Emilia shifts again, I catch a glimpse of the man between her thighs and suddenly my world goes cold. It's not Luca's fingers digging into her waist. Not Luca's hips rising to meet her. Not Luca's golden-blond hair beneath her hands, not his lips hungrily devouring hers. This isn't her fiancé. But it's not some random guy either. It's Luca's brother, the last man on earth I want to see. Dante Fontaine, the Devil Himself.

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.