Devil May Cry Reboot Dante Novels & Stories

It was unbelievable how quickly my life had turned around, one minute I was supposed to be catching a plane back to Paris, running away from the evil this town held and the next minute I was still stuck in it but worse, I was about to strike a deal with the devil. I spot Dante standing under the tall oak tree, his jacket unbuttoned, his posture relaxed but predatory, like a wolf watching over his territory. He looks almost too calm, too at peace, as if he hadn’t just threatened men with a gun in the middle of my father’s funeral.

“He was the doctor that treated me. Somewhere along the line, he had a change of mind and he broke me out. Vivian gasped, her eyes shining with disbelief. I nodded in affirmation, understanding how difficult it was to believe someone would go against Dante like that. “We were on our to start a new life but Dante caught us. We were returned to the dungeons and he was murdered while I watched. The only reason I’m still here is because killing me would be a waste of money.” Vivian looked like she just watched the most horrifying movie in the history of horror movies and I couldn’t help thinking what her reaction would’ve been if I told her the whole story. ‘You mean how you were greedily taking

“Well I've never seen beauty quite like that. The deal is yours, Diavolo. I'll even add an extra five hundred million dollars for it to become a billion dollar deal.” “Whats the catch?” “I want the girl.” My stomach flipped as I saw the devil cosplayer rise to his feet. He said something I wasn't fast enough to catch, but on closer inspection, I realized he was talking into the plug he had on. The curtain began to close. I was helped out of the glass. Before I could blink, everyone backstage had disappeared. I heard footsteps behind me and on turning, I saw the devil. “Well played.’’ He clapped. “You can’t sell me!’’ I blurted in panic.

For one heartbeat I thought he’d ignore the summons, finish what they started but instead he exhaled, slow and controlled, and loosened the belt entirely. Ryker let go of my hair with a disgusted sound, like leaving me unfinished physically hurt him. Dante crouched again, eye-level, voice so soft it was worse than a shout. “This isn’t mercy, Vivienne,” he said. “This is a postponement. We will be back. And when we walk through that door again, you’ll still be wet, still be angry, and still be exactly where we left you... on your fucking knees.” I smiled, slow and savage, tasting blood and defiance.

"Thank you. For this. For everything." "Just come back for her. She needs her mother." Marcus and I drove back to the city in silence. It was 3 AM when we reached Manhattan. "Where are we going?" Marcus asked. "Bella Vista. Salvatore's restaurant. I'm going to make a deal with the devil." "Let me come with you." "No. If this goes wrong, Emma needs you. You're the only person she trusts besides me." "Bethany—" "Promise me. If I don't come out of this restaurant, if something happens to me, you get Emma from Rebecca and you disappear. Change your names. Start over. Give her the childhood I can't."

“Or you can return. But you must defy the fate you once accepted. Walk a path you were too blind to see before.” A second chance. A chance to undo everything. To protect the ones I failed. To avenge what was taken. “What happens if I don’t?” I asked. “Then your soul will pass into the world of the dead. When rebirth comes, you will begin again, but you will remember nothing of who you were, of who you could become.” I hesitated, heart pounding. Could I really change my destiny? Could I rise from the ashes of betrayal stronger than before? I thought of my mother. Of the way she died… because of me.

But this was different. This was quiet fury. The kind that didn’t shout. The kind that destroyed. For a brief second, Martin felt something close to fear. Not for the man tied to the chair, but for anyone who had pushed Dante this far. Dante walked forward. His boots echoed against the concrete floor as he stopped in front of the restrained man. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t speak first. He simply said the name. “Lorenzo Vitale.” His fist connected before the name had time to settle.

“I’m doing this because if I don’t, we both die. And trust me—my death would be the least of this world’s problems.” She stared at the throne. At the burning seal behind it. And her reflection in the polished floor—no longer fully human. Something inside her shifted again. A memory, maybe. Or a piece of her soul waking up after a long, long sleep. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “But so did everyone else. So maybe... you’re just the first devil who had the guts to tell me the truth.” Dante smiled, not with victory, but with respect. “Good girl.”

His blue eyes sparkled, his dimples deepened, and his laughter was deep and warm — the kind that could make a person forget he was dangerous. “Do I look like a saint to you?” he asked, still smiling. “I’m the devil himself. Devils don’t pray.” That’s right. Damon was the devil. Heartless. Dangerous. But was I any better? I wasn’t here for holiness. I was here for revenge. Still, I said firmly, “Close your eyes.” “No,” he said sharply. “Come on, Damon,” I begged quietly. He sighed, then finally obeyed. I said a short prayer. He didn’t say Amen, but that was good enough.

“She will be mine forever. Fifty million dollars.” My eyes flew open. Dante stood at the edge of the VIP balcony, black tuxedo immaculate, no mask needed because everyone knew that face. He held his paddle high, expression calm as if he were bidding on a vintage car instead of a human life. Relief crashed through me first—sharp, dizzying. Dante. The devil I knew. The one who threatened fingers and teeth but had never once touched me like those men wanted to. Then fear followed, cold and twisting. Forever. Not one night. Not an evening’s toy. Forever.