Devil May Cry Reboot Dante Novels & Stories

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.

Clyde I'm sure life here on earth is hell, there is no other hell. Only the heaven that I have never seen or maybe forgotten. There is so much pain, so many rules, and so many souls reincarnated in flesh and bones only to create chaos. I was so damned convinced there weren't other demons, people like me and Arthur Smith were demons and people like Olivia were souls trying to survive all the dirt of the hell. People like her were like a ray of light that would make a demon like me think twice about the hell I was in.

Vincenzo picked a gun, a pistol. He walk back to Dante and sat stood infront of him. “What now? are you gonna kill me? Hun? motherfucker, haven’t those boys you call men don enough?”Dante barked. His eyes now red, his tune a sound of anger and agony. “Relax. They did their part and now it’s my torne.”He said. His voice raspy yet deep and cold. “Fuck you”Dante crused. “No don’t fuck me, I ain’t gay man. You go fuck the devil when you see him.”Vincenzo replied nonchalantly.

A massive, real life devil, the literal largest of life killers that ever walked the earth… kneeling before ME. At MY mercy. Hope flicks her tail playfully, and bats her eyes. Dante walks up to Rowan, clearly without any fear at all, and sniffs him. Hope wiggles our nose as the stench of sulfur and burnt skin flitters into our nose. When the devil huffs slightly, actual fucking smoke comes out of his nose. *Ohh man that’s awful,* Hope says, as she fights trying not to show her disgust at the smell. We stand frozen when the devil scoops up Dante’s large body and brings him so their noses rub. Awwww!

“After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.” “A-And?” Chairwoman pressed, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. The Shaman’s hand gently touched a small baby doll draped in a white cloth nearby. “The General told him that to break the curse, he had to resolve the resentment of the unborn child. The only way was to adopt an orphaned girl and raise her well. Only then would his fortune return.” I felt a chill run through me. My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation.

Wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I'd disgraced Dante. In front of everyone. Then Dante moved. His fangs erupted, longer and sharper than any wolf's. His claws extended, black and deadly. In one blink, his hand was wrapped around Daemon's throat, lifting him off the ground. Those claws pierced skin, drawing blood that dripped onto the marble floor. Dante's eyes—they weren't gold anymore. They were red. Bright, burning red. "Say that again," Dante's voice came out wrong, layered with something inhuman. "I dare you."

"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.

The Vale family had connections spanning generations, but one name had always been left untouched — powerful yet dangerous, a man Grandpa had hoped never to involve again. Old Man Liam. A man whispered about in the darkest circles. A shadow that even criminals feared. The king of the underworld. When he entered the Vale mansion, his appearance was deceptively simple — white hair, sharp eyes, a cane carved with ancient symbols, and a quiet smile that made grown men step back. He looked at Tomas and said: “You finally call on me to repay the favor we buried forty years ago.” Grandpa exhaled. “I need peace. For my granddaughter.”

If he dared to act in any way, the one would be battered. You know, from Regi's beating just now it still hurts a lot. For that he will not do something without good judgment. "Watch out if you dare to mess around," said Regi sharply. The same as his gaze which seemed to be skinning Deny. Sadistic, yes that's what happened at that time. really very scary. Suddenly at that moment the hair on Deny's neck stood up. If only Regi was a kind, friendly person and of course she didn't have the strength, Deny had already finished him off.

I tried to tell her but it was too late as the devil pulled her hair and said with gritted teeth, "Do you have any idea whose baby you had aborted huh?" The woman hissed in pain, she seemed confused and tried to talk with the devil and make him understand what she did was necessary to save me and the relation between him and me, she was trying to convince him because they both are in human form and she was treating them like humans but soon she will be going to see the real self of them. The devil laughed listening to her wise advice with a long explanation, he then looked at his friend, "Make her suffer." He said and then threw her at the foot of his friend.