Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

❄️ CHAPTER 64 ❄️ What Corbin said made the Devil's anger reach its peak and he crushed the cup he was holding into ashes. The whole vibrated in his anger as he sent crucifying glares at Corbin who didn't seem to be affected by it. He was scared of him, not even one bit. But then to Corbin's surprise, a smirk crept up the Devil's lips as he was able to get a hold of his anger. " Corbin, Corbin, Corbin " He called, nodding pitifully.

He chanted the only words in English, as the rest of the spell is in Latin and by which no one could hear the words that he utters, but him. “Heed my all.” The pentagram lights with that purple hue, as the eyes of the devil, opens, showing its darkness right in the middle and swallowing the imperfect stone. Purple lightning that comes from the lines and cracks of the written symbols started to dance. The tentacle-like hands grabs the two specimens and lifted and dropped them at the same time in the middle. A hissing and a scream echo. “Wonderful.” He insanely admires. Loving the moment that he is seeing, as the scream of that little girl is like music to his ears.

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.

I said. Lucian made his way around the front of the bench. I was staring straight ahead so he stopped in front of me. He bent down and I followed him. "You're crying," he said. "I am not," I defended. He touched my face and I realized I was actually crying when he showed me his moist finger. "I didn't even know," I sniffed. "It's alright. People like them have a special place in hell, so you shouldn't worry at all." I stifled a laugh, "How do I know the devil even cares enough to punish them? What if they seek redemption or some other crap?"

Ever again! Suddenly, Eva froze in her spot as she stared at something or rather someone not too far away from her. A few good distance away from her was none other than the Devil himself. He walked confidently, his eyes were sharp, his features remained indifferent as usual and his posture was nothing but powerful yet nonchalant. He was dressed in a black button-up shirt which was rolled up to his elbow, exposing the strong and visible muscles of his arm, a dark coat hanging on his shoulder, and dark pants. Everything he was wearing was all dark but he was still gaining everyone's attention and he did it with ease without having to put effort. Every woman had their eyes locked on him like h

It sounds exactly how I imagined hell to sound like. I might be a monster,I might be the most vengeful human alive,most heartless man alive.but this tops it all. My guess is,the sound coming from his audio recordings is inhumane and nothing short of hellfire. This can only be described as hell. He is into human Trafficking.. "Your empire will fall". muffled sounds come from the recording.the background noise fading away. "You do not deserve the throne you sit on" he continues.

>>>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.

The power gathers to a peak, and I feel myself teetering on the edge of something huge and beyond my understanding. “From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.” “Fuck you!” I scream, unleashing the tidal wave of energy in one terrible, devastating tsunami. Wind whips through the cemetery. Amos lets out an inhuman screech as the roots and the mud suck his form down into the water. I watch as his wild, pale face disappears into impossible depths, something beneath the swamp itself.

Still, Yara didn't cry. "I see, huh?" Damian whispered between kisses, his tone low and dangerous. "You think by being this strong, you can beat me? No one can fight Damian Devatra. Not even you." Yara let out a short breath, the blood on her lips starting to flow faster, but she looked at Damian with hateful eyes. "You will not win, Damian. Hurting me like this only shows how weak you are. A real man doesn't need to torture to feel powerful."

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.