Nightmare Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

Inner Devil: ‘No… No! This can’t be happening! Lord, have mercy on me and my sanity! This is a Category 10 Drought in the Land of Naughtiness. I just saw a cactus cry! Charlie hasn’t had action in three hundred years! We are all drier than expired instant noodles!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Technically, it’s been just about three weeks, and no—we’re fallen angels. The Lord will not hear us.’

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.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

Zachary fumed and looked straight in her eyes that were gleaming with mirth. “I am not going to let you or this pauper destroy my kingdom” Delphyne gritted and then looked at Diana who was trying hard to stifle her cries, “Listen and better ingrain this in your mind witch, we are devils. We hate you and your entire fucking community. Heaven was once ours and soon we are gonna snatch it back from you. You better start counting your days because they won’t last long.” Diana gasped in horror. Zachary also stared at his mother incredulously, “THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT??”

“I expected—hoped—that I would die during this war, but thanks to you, I’ll survive. Maybe I’ll even live a long life, but . . . it’s not enough. You aren’t going to hold on to a weak senile old man fifty years from now. Even you try I will die eventually. I know you see powerful Adom, you can kill all angels with flick of your finger but you don't have a power to hold me, one day I will dead Adom and you can't do anything ” Win finished speaking, but Adom was only seeing red. Behind him a glass shattered as the Devil jaw twitched in anger. He moved swiftly, body contorting unnaturally as he came to lean over Win, his hand coming up to squeeze the angel chin in a mockery of their former inti

Wind gnawed at the hem of my hoodie. The screen lit up with a single text. You want your brother back? Erebus. 11PM. Ask for the Devil’s Show. My fingers went numb first. Then my throat closed up. The bag of groceries slipped from my hand, like my body didn’t know how to hold anything anymore. The bread hit the ground with a sad little puff, the onion rolled into the gutter like it was trying to escape the moment, and the eggs—well, those bastards cracked on impact. Of course they did.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

The devil's own melody. Soul Snatcher.

The room tilts. “What did you just say?” Devon tilts his head. “Your brother held my ankle on that battlefield. Begged me to save him while the light bled out of his eyes. I let him bleed. It was… satisfying.” The scream that rips out of me isn’t human. I launch myself at him. My hands close around his throat, nails digging into skin, thumbs crushing his windpipe. His glass hits the floor and shatters. “You devil!” I snarl, squeezing until my knuckles go white. “You fucking devil, you killed him!”

Glass shattering somewhere nearby. ‎My pulse spikes so hard it hurts. ‎“He is here,” Ingrid breathes. ‎No one answers because everyone already knows. ‎Lucien moves toward the door quickly. “Take her through the back tunnel.” ‎Another burst of gunfire rattles the walls. ‎Closer now. ‎Much closer. ‎The devil had arrived. ‎The next few seconds happen too fast. ‎Men outside start screaming orders. Bodies hit the floor. More gunshots explode directly outside the hallway now.