Devil May Cry Dante Novels & Stories

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

Paolo asked Camilla. The door was kicked open and Dante walked in. Paolo paled in fear. "How did you get here?" he asked. Dante looked at Camilla bruised naked body and he saw red, he rushed at Paolo and rained punches on him. Geremia took off his shirt and wore it on Camilla to cover her body. Valerie pulled Dante off Paolo who was moaning in pain." Enough Dante! The alliance will deal with him" Valerie told him. "No, I am going to kill him" Dante struggled with Valerie.

“I’ve heard Aunt Penny say that name–” “That name,” he says, standing, “is the name of an entity. A thing that haunts this house. A name for the demon your family summoned over two centuries ago, Layla. And he’s here, now, stuck in this house, delighting in the torture and undoing of everyone he can get his hands on.” “Stop,” I tell him, holding my hands out as he approaches me. “This is insane, Dalton.”

Any entity that would watch me go through what I went through the past ten years and not step in despite how many times my ten-year-old self called on him before going to bed did not deserve my devotion. So yes, I think Dante buried the church beneath his den of iniquity to mock God. It was probably his way of saying the devil and all his evils ruled above while God sat helplessly below. A classic if you ask me. I would concern myself with details of Dante and his twisted fairytales but now, I’m in desperate need of a break. In case you haven’t gotten the memo yet, Rave is hosting this year's gala and the center of attraction would be us, girls.

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

Matteo’s chuckle was wicked “You really love him that much, don’t you? You’re so blindly loyal you’re willing to give yourself to his half brother for his freedom” “What the hell do you want Matteo?” I said “You wanted me, I’m here. What else?” “Dante doesn’t deserve you” he said again, blowing cigarette smoke out the window. “And you do?” “I’m the lesser devil” he blew out smoke again from his mouth and flicked the cigarette away. He pulled away from the window and took slow steps towards me – I held my breath. His hands found my waist, pulling me towards him so I could smell his raunchy cologne, so different from Dante’s and his cologne smelled exactly like him – like Matteo. He looked int

And if you don't, Dante asked, his voice low and menacing, like a snake coiled and ready to strike, you know your penalty, right? Aiden's eyes seemed to widen, the pupils dilating with fear, and his voice barely over a whisper as he replied, "Death." The word was left hanging in the air, challenging, testing the loyalty and devotion of Aiden, who stood before Dante with his eyes downcast and his body an example of abject submission.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

No humanity, just hunger. “You’re him,” she whispered. “The Devil of the Underworld.” He bowed his head slightly, a mockery of courtly manners. “Dante Moretti. Though most only whisper my name.” Her heart pounded. Dante Moretti wasn’t just a crime lord—he was a myth. A monster in a designer suit. A man with more blood on his hands than the war itself. Rumors said he didn’t age, didn’t bleed, didn’t sleep. That he struck deals in shadows, and those who betrayed him were never found again. Or if they were, it was in pieces.