Devil May Cry Visions Of V Novels & Stories

‎I slap the clock silent and lie there panting, soaked in sweat and shame. ‎“Fuck,” I hiss into the dark. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” ‎I’m twenty-four years old, in love with a man who makes me pancakes and calls me sunshine, and I’m having wet dreams about the devil who once owned my soul. ‎I drag myself out of bed, legs shaky, panties ruined. ‎The bathroom light is brutal. ‎My reflection looks like she’s been through a war: cheeks flushed, eyes wild, lips bitten raw. ‎I splash ice-cold water on my face until I stop shaking.

Where did they go? I walked over to the cr. I thought of using cr first because I was already urinating before I could look for them. I was close to the cr when I suddenly stopped walking. A vision of a woman hung herself inside the prison's cr suddenly entered my mind. It was a quick vision so I didn't clearly saw the face of that woman. But I have a hunch that the woman I just saw from my sudden vision is no other Nana Violy. She is the only woman I know who is in jail and no one else.

His soul is being sucked out by the devil and he is trapped by the icy-like glares. "Didn't you want to say something to me, Ry?" Jihun's baritone tone is snapping Ryan back from his trance-like state. Once again, Ryan felt his body is being assaulted by goosebumps. He rubbed his neck as he averting his eyes from looking straight into Jihun's eyes. He should learn his lesson already. Never look into the eyes of the devil. You'll be charmed away by his alluring gazes and at the end of this arduous journey, you will be left with nothing, but, broken mind and limbless body.

Countless seals formed out of mystic arts swirled around his body. He could distinctly hear the Devil's heavy breathing. Similarly, he could sense the terrifying Devil Qi coming from the Devil. He couldn't help feeling a deep fear. Why was such a ghastly devil imprisoned under the Mystic Cyan Mountain? It was at this moment that the Devil suddenly opened his eyes. His blood-red eyes emanated frighteningly cold glints. "Have you returned…?" Xiao Chen was alarmed. The Devil was using the lingua franca of thousands of years ago. Suddenly, his surroundings began to blur until it shattered entirely. Xiao Chen had broken away from the mysterious sensation of Unity of Nature and Human. His eyelids

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

♧RIO POV♧ I'm thinking about my sister pain and slept I dont know when I slept but when I opened my eyes I'm in a cage and everything is dark what the hell who dared to cage me did I died and reborn somewhere else no no where I'm struck I started shouting "viri, viri devil, devil, you there" no reply came what happened to her did someone hurted my sister no the only family I have now is she only I will protect her at any cost

I whispered to myself as I waited impatiently for his call, asking me for directions or asking me to come out but I got no call. Then he finally walked in, an hour later, and the moment I set my eyes on him, I nearly forgot how to breathe. Six-foot-three, wide sculpted shoulders in a fitted black coat. A black shirt unbuttoned just low enough to reveal the ink running down his bronze skin, his jaw was sharp, his nose straight, his cheekbones high and cruelly perfect. Midnight black hair, just long enough to fall into his piercing, cold grey eyes, the kind of eyes that stripped souls, not just clothes.

He was joined by the physician from the main palace. As soon as they removed the last needles from her elbow, she opened her eyes slowly. Lydia weeped for joy as she gave her water to drink. Heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. The door was pushed open at once and she saw, the Devil.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

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.