Devil May Cry Reboot Dante Novels & Stories

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

Halsey watched as Dwight stepped forward, yanking the Stormborn Devil away with a powerful motion. The Stormborn Devil quickly regained his composure and snarled, his face twisting in rage. "You brat! How dare you ruin my fun!" With that, the Stormborn Devil swung a punch at Dwight. Dwight, agile and quick, effortlessly dodged the blow and retaliated with a punch to the Stormborn Devil's stomach. With a loud bang, the Stormborn Devil crashed into the side of the car, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He shifted, leaned back, legs spread wider, one boot tapping the floor with lazy rhythm. “I’m sure you’ve heard of The Devil,” he said. His voice was smooth. Deep. Too calm. It wasn’t the kind of voice that threatened you. It was the kind that made promises you knew would come true, even if they were the kind to make your skin crawl. I blinked. “Only the one from the Bible.” He chuckled. Low. Warm. Wrong. “Are you religious, Luca?” He said my name. It sounded like silk being pulled tight against my throat.

Marcini’s tan bled to ash, Giovanni’s glass slipped and shattered, Dante’s hand went for the gun under his jacket—then froze when Matteo stepped out from behind me, his hands already on his gun. I smiled the smile that made grown men piss themselves. Marcini recovered first. “Enzo… Cristo santo…” I closed the distance, pulled him into a hug that looked brotherly and felt like a threat at the same time. Over his shoulder I whispered, “Surprised to see me, brother? Sono tornado, Marcini. Non si uccide il Diavolo. Il Diavolo non resta morto.” Translation: I’m back, Marcini. You can’t kill the devil. The devil doesn’t stay dead.

Without a second thought, my eyes blazed red and he flinched in fear and shock, drawing backwards as a long sword formed in my left hand. “What….the….fuck…” Not bearing the weight of what he saw, he passed out on the cold floor. As for my signal to Ruben, I smashed a glass on the wall and in the next minute, he was in a heated fight with Don Columbus men. I stared back at the man on the floor and placed my hand on his head. Since he didn't want this the easy way, we were gonna do it the hard way. Either way, Delanxy must be brought down.

Gaetano screamed. “It’s my turn to make you suffer. You killed my baby, so I’ve killed your son. And now, I will make sure you will witness the death of your wife.” My voice was calm and steady as I spoke to him. “My dear father, you were playing with The Devil’s Fire. And you’re about to get burned.” I gave him a vicious smile. “I want him outside, tied to a pole.” I said to Damiano. “Your wish is my command, mia Donna.” Damiano looked at Gaetano with a sinister look, and for once, I think Damiano was curious to see what I had planned.

The seam vanished beneath the stone just as the chapel doors opened. Erdem stood in the entrance. He had not come with guards. His dark coat was damp from the rain. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes went immediately to the floor beside the altar. Then to me. "Hendrix," he said. I lowered my eyes. "Sir." "What are you doing here?" I looked toward the altar. "Praying." He walked into the chapel and closed the doors behind him, the sound echoed through the empty room. "Did you get an answer?"

Destiny has different ways of avenging the recklessness of time as it once again repeated the long-lost cause, hoping to see something different this once that may keep it entertained as long this life lasts. The fallen might see it as a golden opportunity to rewrite the stars, change the outcomes, and most important- correcting their mistakes but the betrayer saw it as a punishment. A ruthless way of repenting sins by mending the heart he once broke out of greed. But it was unfair and injustice served to her for she has to tolerate the same beast once again and will herself to fall for the charms that have already crushed her life before. She has to go through the same process again to ente

“Because I’m not scared of you. You were supposed to be dead. Lucas doesn’t need you anymore.” Rachel smirked. “But I’m not dead. I was reborn. And I heard you were too. When I came back, I made up my mind, I’m taking my man back. My husband. So pack up, sweetheart. You’re leaving us alone.” Before I could answer, the door opened again. This time, I hoped and prayed, it was Lucas, ready to stop this madness. But it wasn’t. A small boy stepped inside. He looked about five, with the same eyes, the same hair, the same expression as Lucas.