Devil May Cry Stories Novels & Stories

The greatest trick the devil pulled was deceiving the world there was only one of him. *Demons are like obedient dogs, they come when they are called. Just when you think you've hit the rock button you realize you are standing in another trapdoor. *Even the dead tells stories... Shhh.. Just listen to them. You know what they say? "Oh yes! There would be blood! Death! Gunshots, more deaths and then finally, the war that would end mankind, more like the apocalypse. Just wait for it, more are coming. *Date: 19th July, 2023

"Then what do you want?" "Tomorrow, I want to talk to her mother... I don't know... "Oh... gosh, I want to talk about the problem... how come you are more tragic than me." “You know… I'm so stressed… I heard something weird from the bathroom… an hour ago.” "Devil? Thief? What?" "I heard the sound of a child crying... calling, papa... papa... papa..." “Maybe it is truly a devil!” "You know... I got no release these past months."

“I’m going to bury myself inside of you until you collapse from exhaustion!” Inner Devil: ‘Ahhh! I want! I want!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘What? I guess it’s time to schedule my funeral. I’m dying a happy woman! Someone tell my parents, I lived a fruitful life!’

My thighs shook, torn between clamping shut and kicking him into hell. I whimpered, biting my lip until I tasted copper. His thumb found my clit, circling it slowly, tauntingly. A low hiss escaped my lips, my eyelids fluttering shut against the pleasure he forced into me. “Devil.” He chuckled, low and wicked. “You keep saying that.” His fingers slid lower, through my slick, and my breath hitched. “Yet here you are,” he murmured, “dripping for the devil.” His fingers thrust deeper, harder, and my back arched off the bed, helpless.

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

He knows the story but he opts to letting her speak, revisiting might help her recall more details although he believes she never forgot any of it. “A group of men, they had this girl, the way she looked at me, I just… I just couldn't take my eyes off hers. So I followed until they got to a quiet part of the street, they just…” She closes her eyes, fighting the words to come out. She promised herself she will do it. She promised herself she will tell Sebastian all of it. “Allison Drexler. That's who you saw. Her case had gone unnoticed because yours dominated the news at that time.”

The boy continued as if I had never interrupted him. “One day she couldn't take it anymore. She is often ridiculed, harassed and humiliated. Therefore, she came to a remote cave to meditate. There she begged the devil to help her avenge her pain. “On the seventh night, a terrifying-faced devil finally appeared. The devil asked the girl's wishes and the girl said she wanted to kill without hurting the victim much. First, the devil told him to do gulf or witchcraft, but the girl refused. She wants to spend the blood of her victims without grievances or significant injuries.

“Do you think that way, Volkov. And here I thought you were tormenting her because of me. Just because she is your daughter doesn’t give you any right to trouble her. If this relation bothers you so much, then I break it today. I, Valentine Romero, cut all the ties between Crystal and you. She is no more your daughter. She doesn’t belong to anyone. After today, I don’t want to hear even your name from her in nightmares. You will disappear from her life like a bad dream. She will be my wife now. Crystal Valentine Romero. See. How simple it was to kick away the name that joined you two. She is mine now, Svetozar. Completely and savagely. I am her keeper, her everything. You are no father but o

So, what Hyun Ki was looking for was Ozgur Doğan who had disappeared without a trace. [5. Stories of Covenants with the Devil that Happened in the World.] As long as they have the ability and are willing to put in the effort, human life will slowly change for the better. Unfortunately, not all humans can do that so they often do strange things such as asking for help from the devil. They perform black rituals so that the devil will come and help fulfill their desires and greed. Unfortunately, all the demons that come must want something valuable. Instead of desires, the devil often asks for the souls of humans who will be enslaved in the realm of death.

If the devil herself was shaken, and her minions looked like death, what the fuck was he a mere mortal going to do with the facts? Cass walked in a half hour later, showered, dressed in a pair of jeans, a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and looking way better than when she'd left him. "I'm sorry I left the way I did." "No problem, just tell me what the fuck is going on." "Pedro, do you have the names?" "Yes, the bastards went to a bar and bragged about what they did. One of ours was there and contacted me. Too easy if you tell me, I think they were told to be caught, force you into action."