Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

(Adelaide & The Devil) He stepped inside. Adelaide’s breath fled her lungs. The man—The Devil—stood framed in the doorway, firelight painting sharp lines across his bare chest. His dark hair was damp with sweat, strands clinging to his forehead. His jaw was clenched hard, a muscle ticking violently. His shoulders rose and fell in slow, controlled breaths, the only visible sign of the storm he was barely keeping leashed beneath his skin.

Let the drama begin. “It’s been hard to be bad,” he said in a pitiful voice, “I don’t have the respect or help I used to have. Quotas to meet, monthly horned head counts, dream appearances, worshipping hours, and pacts in exchange for crappy souls. I’m only one Devil!”

the devil commanded. Despite her own powerlessness, Petra clutched the child firmly, determined not to relinquish him. The devil’s hand, which appeared to be normal, grasped Petra’s arm with an inhuman strength. The sound of cracking bones filled the air as Petra struggled against the pain. Her skin ruptured and blood began to flow as she shrieked in agony but refused to let go.

Yet, Micheal bravely came to ask The Devil for his help. “Mr. Xander?” Micheal tremblingly called his name. “Where is she?” The Devil half growled with his low husky tone. “In your room, Mr. Xander.” The Devil only glanced at Cheyne who gave a small nod. Without uttering words, The Devil walked inside the suite and locked the door. Once he stepped inside, he smelled something he had been waiting for a hundred years.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

Henry's POV --- "No, p-please don't hurt me. I haven't done anything wrong." I cried out, I didn't know what to do. "Help! Someo-" The man immediately covered my mouth with his hand to prevent me from screaming. I felt the guy's nose on the crook of my neck, he was breathing so loudly that it made me shiver. "Mmmm... Mate! Ahhhh…Fuck! You smell so sweet." What did he say? No! I don't want this!

Just then, a guy with curly hair dressed in a pink suit rushed in with another guy that was badly bruised. Aryan almost choked at the sight. “You look beautiful baby.” Mr. Dhanial said to the already half-dead person. “Forgive me boss, it was not intentional.” The guy pleaded. Aryan felt pity towards him but knew whatever it was, the guy was going to die. Just as he predicted, Mr. Dhanial gave the ruthless orders. “Put him in the grinding machine and sell his blood to Mr. Iglesias from Italy for ten million dollars.”