Devil May Cry Dante Novels & Stories

Why in the world was there a heartless man like him? “Do you know what you look like in my eyes now?” Natalie asked in a half-whisper. “What?” asked Dante dryly. “You’re not Dionysus, Dante. You’re a demon. You should be in hell, not here!” Dante smiled coldly. “I don’t care what you say, Natalie.” “I don’t want anything to do with you two! Get out of here!” the woman screamed. “Fine.” Dante finally snorted. “Don’t be sorry if they come and do something bad for you!”

Dante said, before an evil chuckle escaped him. Emily’s eyes flew wide and the pounding of her heart increased as dread washed down on her. He wasn’t just going to rape her, he was also going to harvest her organs. “Now stay put like a good girl, I need you out cold for this to go smoothly,” Dante said coldly, reaching inside his pocket and pulling out a little sachet of white substance. Emily could feel herself sinking deeper and deeper into the effect of the drug. Her body felt heavy and she just stared at Dante with teardrops rolling down her eyes.

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.

Dante tilted his head slightly, watching the man tremble beneath him. “Plead,” Dante commanded. “Please,” the traitor whispered, tears streaking his bloody face. Dante dragged the blade slowly across the man’s throat, not enough to cut but enough to send waves of terror through him. The traitor sobbed, his body shaking violently. “You think you deserve mercy?” Dante asked. His voice was calm, but his eyes burned with cold fury. The knife moved suddenly, slicing into the man’s skin. The traitor gasped, his body jerking as pain shot through him. His wide eyes locked on Dante, filled with horror and disbelief.

“That’s why I’m going to destroy the entire cycle.” Dante’s smirk faltered as the confidence in his eyes dimmed, and he visibly trembled with his gun in hand. He understood now. He was going to die here. Dante let out a hollow, breathless laugh. “You really think you’re any different from me?” Adrian remained silent. He simply pulled the trigger. The Devil Falls The bullet found its mark, slamming Dante in the chest. He staggered, gasping as his breath hitched. The gun slipped from his fingers and clattered against the floor. He wavered, his notorious smirk fading—his desire to make a clever remark vanished.

I stormed up the stone steps two at a time. My fingers wrapped around the metal handle. Click. I cocked my pistol. Then, I pushed the doors open. Gasps erupted. Heads turned. But I only looked at one person. Dante. He stood before the altar, stiff and devoid of emotions. A gun was aimed at his head by an older looking man. And it didn't take me much to identify the latter. El Diablo. That was the devil. Beside him, Seraphine smirked. My eyes narrowed. And all I saw in that moment was red.

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.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

I growled. Chief Robert smiled with a satisfied look on his face. "Good. We knew you would be. This is his file." He pushed a folder across the desk. "Dante Giordano. He’s like a ghost. Never photographed and always in the shadows. He's called the devil by those in their circle.” He mused. “The eldest out of the three Giordano brothers and he's extremely ruthless."

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.