Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

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.

"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 says with a tone of finality. I falter. I should have known that he is the devil and he already bought my soul. • The devil does not bargain. The next morning meets me in front of my canvas instead of getting dressed to go to Paris for my honeymoon. My worst decision right? But you cannot take the sudden inspiration out of an artist when there is an urge. Black and red paints stain my hands as I finish the final stroke on my new piece. Slashes of red like knife cuts stains the edge of the canvas, and then the sunlight seeping in through the window catches sight of my piece — the dark face of a man.

"But I realized that I will never be as perfect as you told me to be. I tried, but it failed, tried so hard to impress you but it made me bleed, tried so hard so hard and I almost died." "You." I asserted, pressing the sharp ends of the knife deeper into his flesh. "You proved to the world that you are the devil. Simeon Lebedev inferred to be the most brutal, cold-blooded, abhorred, selfless man in the mafia world. Congratufuckinglations." I snarled "You've earned the tittle but at what cost. Nothing since you have no fucking heart." I step back and toss the knife across the room. Simeon's chest heaves up and down before he searched my eyes.

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.”

Darina screamed with his eyes closed as he try to control the devil inside him. "What is wrong with you please make love to me I have missed your touch" she raised his hand and placed it on her b*obs. "Go Lucy just leave me" he yelled again trying to control himself. "This is not..." She pause in shock when Darian's growl become louder he opened his eyes and her eyes met with his red eyes, which send fear down her spine. "The devil's eyes" she called weakly and with all her strength she pulled away from Darian as she made her way towards the door.

Chu Xun directed the question to Diao Xingyi and Ge Zhan. "That's not all. They say the Devil is a name wrought of the blood and bones of his foes. Every time he vanishes, he reappears again out of nowhere, laying waste and destruction to powerful orders, prominent houses and heads litter the ground and blood flow like rivers in his wake," revealed Diao Xingyi. "He even has other names. They even call him the Deceiver, and the Ruthless," added Ge Zhan. Chu Xun's mouth never stopped twitching and so did his eyelids, again, and again, and again as if he was suffering a seizure.