Devil May Cry Dante Novels & Stories

She barely acknowledges him, except for the faint smile that brushes her face and immediately replaces it with a passive look. Laurel sits between them and all the while, she doesn't say a word. She is not oblivious of her surrounding, he knows it. Her face shows it all. He can sense the tension in the room. The expectancy. Maybe his subconscious already foresaw this and made sure he wears nothing other than black. A black suit, black T-shirt a black trouser and a red tie. He is the devil in this case. He can sense it. They don't hate him. They don't hate the extent he will take this to get answers. Not yet. Not until they see him questioning a family that is still in shock. A family current

Before reaching near god they needed to showed up in different counters for correcting varieties of formalities. Other than them, there presented a beautiful angel who also dressed in white like others was there by walking to and froth with a golden book in her hand. She was very busy with her work. She was the personal assistant (PA) of divine source. She came near a tired soul and said with a smile by looking into the golden book in her hand, "Congratulations! You've won our lottery." The soul just crooned, "Huh! Huh!." "You are the sinful dead soul of one who made a terrible error", said the PA again by looking into the book.

If he dared to act in any way, the one would be battered. You know, from Regi's beating just now it still hurts a lot. For that he will not do something without good judgment. "Watch out if you dare to mess around," said Regi sharply. The same as his gaze which seemed to be skinning Deny. Sadistic, yes that's what happened at that time. really very scary. Suddenly at that moment the hair on Deny's neck stood up. If only Regi was a kind, friendly person and of course she didn't have the strength, Deny had already finished him off.

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!

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

Dancing scantily clad was embarrassing for her, but her dignity was always preserved. However, she never assumed that by dancing in that place she would meet that dark and dangerous man, who would drag her into his hell. That man has the seven deadly sins, greed, gluttony, pride, envy, anger, lust and the worst of all... pride. With that you can describe the kind of person he is, or how she will see him. He will be her torment and hell, a very hot one that Lillie Watson will fall into. Dante Mancini, known in the mob as the Devil, since by his works in the organization where he is the leader, is the most cruel and ruthless in taking revenge.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

All I could do was cry. “I swear it, if I be Dante Vincenzo, I’ll make your life a living hell,” Dante drew his face closer to mine, his eyes now cold, locked onto mine. “I’ll become your worst nightmare, and you’ll regret ever knowing me. You’ll crave death, but it won’t find you. I promise you that,” his growl echoed in my ears, our gazes locked, revealing bitterness, darkness, hatred, and disgust in his eyes.

His screams filled the air, bouncing off the cold, hard walls. "Almost forgot," Dmitry muttered, reaching into his pocket. He withdrew a cigarette and lit it, inhaling deeply. Exhaling a plume of smoke, he turned back to the older man. The man's eyes were wide with fear, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He struggled against the ropes that bound him, but it was futile. Dmitry walked up to him, the cigarette dangling from his lips, and pressed its cherry against the man's cheek. The man's flesh sizzled as the heat from the cigarette seared it.

>>>Dante Dante paced back and forth in his dimly lit study, his mind a tempest of fury and frustration. The events of the night replayed in his head, a cycle of rage he couldn't break. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light of the desk lamp, and took a long, burning sip. It did little to quell the fire inside him.