Devil May Cry Reboot Dante Novels & Stories

“Absolutely. And I stand by it. He’s used to getting everything with a snap of his fingers—money, women, power. You’re the first thing that’s ever challenged him. And he likes it. But it’s frying his spoiled-ass circuits. He thought a few sweet words in Bora Bora would get him laid every night in paradise. You said no, and now he’s malfunctioning.” I’m laughing so hard my stomach hurts—until I hear a voice behind me. “Crude… but not wrong.” Emily freezes, her face going ghostly pale. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” I mutter, not turning around. “Tell me that’s one of the staff.” “Decidedly not,” Dante answers. “Fuck,” I mouth. I slowly turn—and have to stop myself from gasping. Dante looks… wrecke

“You’re walking straight into a warzone.” Dante opened the car door. “Good. That’s where I belong.” Before climbing in, he looked once more at the bridge. The two bodies swayed gently in the wind, blood still dripping into the black water below. He whispered, almost to himself, “You wanted the Devil.” Then he got into the car. “Now you’ll have him.” The convoy roared back to life, speeding away from the bridge. Behind them, the note fluttered in the wind, the blood on it still fresh.

“Who are you?” “Let’s get you settled before I tell you who I am,” he said. I shook my head. “No.” My voice was hoarse from crying too much as I spoke. “Tell me, now. Please.” He sighed. “Lazzaro Visconti.” My already sore eyes widened, and my body began to tremble as I recoiled. No. Please. No. Lazzaro Visconti. The devil himself. He was said to have killed his wife after she bore twins for him. He was the most ruthless of them all, and above that, the Visconti family had a decade-long beef with my family—the Martelli family.

"Sir, she’s still recovering. You can’t just..." Dante didn’t even flinch, he just stared at her with that ice-cold gaze that could make grown men piss themselves. "And who’s going to stop me?" The nurse opened her mouth to say something, then shut it. He smirked. "That’s what I thought." He nodded to one of the men behind him, his right-hand man, Victor. He stepped forward and handed the nurse a thick bundle of cash then Dante leaned in, his voice low and murderous.

Chapter 1: Into the Inferno The roar of the flames was deafening, like the devil himself breathing down their necks. Dante Reyes kicked through another burning door, his heavy turnout gear already feeling like a furnace. At thirty five, he had seen hell more times than he could ever count, but this super fire fueled by climate dried forests and years of corporate greed was something else entirely. “Anyone here?!” he bellowed, voice muffled by his mask. "Can anyone hear me, he shouted."

" There was a rare hint of passive-aggressiveness in his voice. Florence ignored him and held her phone out to me. "Look at this! Gets you excited, doesn't it?" she asked enthusiastically. Hayden followed my gaze, and his expression darkened instantly. There was a five-foot-nine-inch-tall man with particularly dazzling eight-pack abs displayed on the screen. "Whoa!" someone exclaimed enviously. "Do you have connections to any more of those quality men?" "Yes, in your dreams," said Florence sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "This is a junior staff member who just came to work with my department. Anna gets dibs."

he smirked. “No,” I turned towards him, “I want to know… who are you, Tom?” He laughed coldly and glared at me. I flinched but clenched my teeth to help myself pretending to stay unaffected. “Be careful what you wish for,” he gazed deep into my eyes. I had just challenged the devil…

He wanted so desperately to look stoic and strong, playing the role of a savior, but he just couldn't bring himself to fight the images that flashed in his mind of the former team member they had lost. Images of a mutilated human corpse kept filled Peter's mind. Next was him shouting at Lucifer that they needed to get revenge, and Lucifer's furious look as he screamed that they couldn't, followed by him hitting Lucifer in the face, calling him "The Devil" along with many other swears. Finally, Lucifer not fighting back, only taking the hits and the insults with a look of growing sadness at the situation.

“The only reason he’s still breathing is because Ronan’s always hovering around like a damn shadow. But that ends now. His countdown has started. I’ll gut him when no one’s watching, when he least expects it.” Dante let out a disappointed hum. “Such an easy death for such a grand humiliation,” he said quietly, almost with pity. Reed turned, confused. “Then what? What do you suggest if not death?” “Humiliation,” Dante replied smoothly. Reed’s eyes gleamed with renewed interest. “How?” Dante tossed him a thick, dark berry—one Reed caught midair. “This…” His grin curled wickedly. “A death by humiliation,” Dante murmured, “just like Seth Darven… brought low by his own shadow protector.”

Dante was already thinking of a way to not only get back at him but also get the upper hand. "Your boss has just provoked the devil." Dante said to the tugs before leaving the building. Dante Russo, the youngest Mafia boss that took over the family business after his father died. He succeeded to become the boss after he showed his two half brothers what he is capable of. For two years now he has been trying to let go of his mafia life and live a good life for the sake of the people that depends on him. Because he was trying to turn over a new leaf he no longer makes evil plans or tries to get things done through illegal means. Now, his old father's partner, Roman Ricci, has awakened the beas