Mundus Devil May Cry 1 Novels & Stories

Without a second thought, my eyes blazed red and he flinched in fear and shock, drawing backwards as a long sword formed in my left hand. “What….the….fuck…” Not bearing the weight of what he saw, he passed out on the cold floor. As for my signal to Ruben, I smashed a glass on the wall and in the next minute, he was in a heated fight with Don Columbus men. I stared back at the man on the floor and placed my hand on his head. Since he didn't want this the easy way, we were gonna do it the hard way. Either way, Delanxy must be brought down.

In the next moment, he pulled out his sword and attacks the structure that this evil creature was about to use and rape Valentina. A wail louder than that of a scared girl screeches through the awestruck forest and blood gushes on the dirty ground heavily. Arthur’s penis falls pathetically like the broken tail of a lizard and Valentina covers her eyes, unable to see the demonic play. The trauma settles under her hiccups, but she refuses to become part of any monstrous acts.

"In time, dear Indra, in time. You’ll see, I'm not like everyone else. Once I'm done with you, you'll do whatever I want." Indra smiles. "Do you really think you can beat me? You already know I'm the devil's daughter, don't you?" "Without a doubt. I know your weaknesses better than you do." "I don't have any weaknesses." The man laughs. "That's exactly what I expected you to say. But we all have our Achilles heel. You are no exception." Indra can swear she hears the man licking his lips. "Just dare to treat me like a little girl," she replies, trying to get up, but the chain is too short and pulls at her grazed wrist’s making them sting painfully.

I was confused by multiple unusual thoughts in my mind, hence he kept staring at my face intently searching for something, I guess. "Who are you?" I breathed, feeling uncomfortable by his dark gaze on me. "I am a devil," he paused, and then after a short pause, he dropped the bomb on me, "And I am truly in love with you." "F**K," At this moment, only one word came into my mind but before I could say anything, he sealed my mouth with his, I leaned backward at his sudden movement and he held my head keeping me firm in my place.

He pushed him to the ground and landed punches on his face. Another henchman sneaked up on Spike and started punching him. Maykala and Knox tried shooting him, but the bullets dried up. So they dropped their guns and helped him. Knox used a chokehold on him, and the henchman tried to attack back. Maykala punched his face and kicked his testicles multiple times. The henchman groans in pain, and blood was dripping all over him. Knox let go of him after hearing no breaths from the henchman. Maykala spat on him and kicked him one last time in his gonads. Spike got up, and they checked to see if hwase alright.

my real self lost. ceri:- why don't you face destiny instead of running away velliam:- I realized something two me exist in me. first one weak me who is tried from world and other one is energetic who want to conqueror the world. now if have to choose between one of them. then my answer is 2 one. I will travel through hell to conqueror in order to find my self again. I am coming devil. sorry ceri I think I want to risk my life and experience thrill that why I will do want to my want. that may cause risk my life but can't help it

If it belongs to someone I call ally, then the world I thought I could steer has already turned its wheel. I step out from the darkness with the calm I cultivate like armor. My gun is not raised—yet—but my presence is a lever. The two in the archway freeze. Isabella turns slowly, eyes wide in the moonlight, expression unreadable. The other figure steps back, swallowed by shadow, gone before I can name him. “Isabella.” My voice is flat. I keep my weight low, my posture ready. She steadies herself as if she’d been caught mid-fall.

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.

the second one answered. The first man went upstairs. The one they called Coyote moved closer. I grabbed his ankle, my hands climbing until I saw a tattoo—a cross and rosary. "Please, don't… don't kill me." I begged. He stayed silent. "I'm begging you… no… no…" Without warning, he fired. The pain was sharp. I screamed. He grabbed me by the legs and dragged me, shoving my body into the corner of the room, then went upstairs.

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…