Dmc Devil May Cry Angel Novels & Stories

She had been waiting for this day, when she would tell the person she loves, how she felt. Lucifer eyes instantly widened when he heard her last statement. The Duo's heartbeat became loud and clear in the room as the both of them stared into each other's eyes. Angelica knew that it was really stupid to love the Devil, who made this world imperfect but she couldn't control her feelings. She couldn't differenciate the right from the wrong anymore. "Ann..." Lucifer opened his mouth to talk but he couldn't say anything "Y..you need to stop this, Angelica. You need to stop!! Are you insane?" Lucifer said almost yelling out. Obviously, no one could hear him because he is in his spirit form.

A silence would form, with only rain to fill the void, but my reins were not under control. — Your house has almost no windows... Are you a vampire? — I whispered. — I don't think so, Angel. He looked at me lying on the bed, covered by his sheets and dressed in his clothes. He didn't seem to mind. — I like it when you call me Angel... In his voice it seems to sound more...—I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and losing myself in my reasoning. — I don't know...

Katarra said with smiles on her face, She recklessly dropped Diana on the ground and she charged at Micheal with full force. Micheal ducked the dagger attack once again and he landed a brute kick to the spine of Katarra, Katarra coughed out blood and she welcomed a brute punch to her chin, Micheal appeared behind her and smashed her head on the ground. " I guess you have forgotten who the Angel of War is, Only Lucifer is my match and not a worthless Fallen such as you Katarra " Micheal said, Katarra launched a kick but Micheal caught it and he landed her hard again.

Calm and slightly angry. Truly, just slightly angry.

She told the stories with great enthusiasm, so she didn't notice that every time she mentioned the master, Demi Moore's eyes became filled with sadness. "I particularly like that archangel. He is wonderful, surpassing the master in many ways. The master always seems terrifying and gloomy; just one look at her is enough to make people panic. But my archangel, he's not too lively, but he's not too cold either. Although he's a bit younger, it's fine, hahaha..." An archangel, huh? Demi Moore smiled gently. Was Kimmy referring to the blond boy who always followed Ace from behind? With blond hair and silver eyes, he really resembled an archangel...

"But believe me, I didn't betray you. We can't undo the past, but we can shape the future if we work together." As his words continued to reverberate within the space, a transformation seemed to unfurl before me. Antonio's identity emerged, an intricate mosaic of lineage and legacy. His voice, infused with a potent mixture of authority and ancestral lineage, resonated like the echoes of a distant storm. He unveiled himself as Antonio Rico Luca, the descendant of Luca Osvaldo, a figure shrouded in the mystique of a Dark Angel of merciless Deaths. The weight of his lineage bore down upon his declaration, an assertion of power and consequence that sent ripples of apprehension through me.

Its blue eyes glowed red in anger, a rage that went far beyond the natural animal kind. Before I even managed to take a step in her direction, the wolf pounced, not at me, but at the door. Within mere seconds, he was shifting; fur was retracting, bones snapped into place, and the creature vanished. A couple of seconds later, Luca Moretti stood there, completely human again, yet completely nude, sweaty, and bleeding. Yet those eyes were still crazed. Nicolas entered the room through another door, pointing a gun and holding a robe in the other hand.

“She's going to die if you don't let go!” The other missioniers gathered in front of my room, all taking the lesson of what would become of them, if they ever messed with Marionette. She grabbed Ciara. “And who are you to plead for her? Don't you understand the jeopardy she's putting a lot of lives in by doing this?” Of course I knew. If Rapheal didn't die by my hands, then the realm are bound to send a helper. An arch angel dreaded for his ruthlessness and hate for missioniers. His appearance on earth meant sacrificing other lives to contain his glory and power.

This was not how soon they were planning to fight the Angel. "So, he chose me after all," Tenshi muttered. "Oh, you're done so quick, Pika." The Arcangel Pika opened his eyes and stared at the ice blue eyes of his nemesis, the Angel of Death. He hates those dull eyes of Keisuke, they were too cold he can't stand them. "Well I beat him up like you told me to do, didn't I? Plus! You said I can do whatever I like," he told the Angel of Death, his voice sounding annoyed that he was talking to him.

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.