Even The Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Had he always been this selfish? My thoughts were immediately silenced when a new voice sliced through the clamor, calm, and utterly lethal. "One hundred million." The room fell silent. Even the auctioneer froze, gavel suspended mid-air. I forced my heavy eyelids open just long enough to see him. He stood at the very back, half-shrouded in shadow. Black suit tailored to perfection. Black mask concealing the upper half of his face. But that silhouette was unmistakable. Everyone in the mafia world knew it. The Devil. Carlos Hernandez. The man they called the Devil in Armani because he destroyed empires while looking like he had just stepped out of a Milan runway.

He was a mafia boss and a devil- nothing more than that. I had barely taken two steps into the reception after him when the door opened again and the driver guy appeared. The only difference between his outfit and the devil’s was his navy blue suit. His black hair was held back in a small bun, which was odd, considering his harsh expression. As he walked past me, I saw that he was a bit taller than my dad but not as tall as his boss. He was around Jason’s 6.1” height. How tall is this devil?

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!

Everyone looked at them eyes wide opened. "What a show off, can he spare us singles," Miguel commented making other singles like hi, nodded, "never would I have imagined that devo to be like this − so sweet and romantic− with anyone. Damn, love is a wonderful thing that even the devil become weak in its presence!" Derek commented making the others laugh at is comment.

He killed people like a beast, he shows people he'll like a Satan. He is what we call a devil, a monster… Right now, he is in a ring, it looks like hell for those who are innocent. This place is a partner of night. At nighttime it becomes a purgatory, an inferno where blood sheds like a waterfall, where cries can be heard like melodies. Here the most famous one is DEVIL, a MONSTER. Currently, that devil was standing in front of his opponent and was looking at him with red eyes veins popping out he was angry.

Charlie’s hand slammed against the mirror, holding herself steady as Taylor slowly went down on her. Inner Devil 2: ‘Oh, my Satan! I feel like Rose in Titanic—except Jack’s not sketching me; he’s scuba diving!’ Inner Devil: ‘We don’t know what they were doing in that car, okay? Everyone saw the handprint, but maybe they were just… playing Uno. Intense, emotionally charged Uno.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Well, someone just laid down a Draw 4 between my thighs.’

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

"Heck no. I can't raise a pitch to save my life." Vito nodded, taking a slow sip of his drink. "Yeah. I wouldn't have counted on you." Ash turned back to him, his smirk widening. "You're such an asshole, you know that?" "Takes one to know one." **EOFB** ******* Vito blinked, and the memory scattered like smoke. The final note of the cover song Aiden was singing… Die with a Smile by Bruno Mars hung in the air, and then Aiden opened his eyes, chest heaving, sweat making his shirt cling to his body.

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.