Vergil Anime Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

He scanned me slowly, then, with a grunt, he asked, “Did you bring it?” “I did.” He glanced back to the driver, who was scanning the edges of the pier like a hawk, and nodded. The driver nodded back and opened the SUV’s rear door. Another man slid out. He had the kind of body that made every other man around him look smaller; thick neck, broad belly, face like a cliff. He wore a suit that cost more than my first car and moved with the slow arrogance of someone who knows his influence in the underworld. “Allow me to introduce the leader of the Vincetti Family. The one and only, Big V,” the man close to me announced with pride in his voice.

“South tower. Got it.” They built together for the next ten minutes—Ayra handing them pieces, Elias directing, Lucian actually participating, in his own quiet, stoic way. Then, without warning, Elias climbed onto Lucian’s lap and threw his arms around him. “You’re the best villain ever.” Lucian froze. The boy’s arms were small and warm, his hair soft against Lucian’s jaw. The embrace was brief, uncalculated, pure. Lucian didn’t hug back. But he didn’t move away either.

Acanthus is using something-- manipulation-- and so Valerian thought that he has to use something too. "I remember that night too," Valerian said as a sly smile crept on his face. "That was also the night when I killed your son." Acanthus roared at Valerian and tightly gritted his teeth-- saliva dripping out from his mouth. "You fucking devil." "An eye for an eye, Acanthus," Valerian firmly said.

He chuckles. It’s my turn to have a little fun, so taking a page out of my mother’s book, I grab the cactus and shove it down the rogue’s throat. He gags, splutters, and screams around the prickly little bastard before I rip it out, making sure to tear as much of his esophagus as possible. He screams in agony as the glochids, or the short little prickles, lodge in his throat. “What do you want with Juniper!?” I shout again.

Just then, a guy with curly hair dressed in a pink suit rushed in with another guy that was badly bruised. Aryan almost choked at the sight. “You look beautiful baby.” Mr. Dhanial said to the already half-dead person. “Forgive me boss, it was not intentional.” The guy pleaded. Aryan felt pity towards him but knew whatever it was, the guy was going to die. Just as he predicted, Mr. Dhanial gave the ruthless orders. “Put him in the grinding machine and sell his blood to Mr. Iglesias from Italy for ten million dollars.”

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

I explained, “Meaning he’s new in the game?” “Not really. He’s been in the game for quite some time now.” If Leonardo knew Vernero and Alexander, it means he was old news. “So what has he been up to?” “Do you know the D’yavol?” The Devil. I had been shocked to death when I read the news about them. I never thought people could be so evil. No wonder they named themselves. “I do. Kirril. He’s Russian and was killed by Damir under our command.” I knew that too. Which was one of the reasons why I respected Melody.

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

Moreover her hair was tough black and hands were fully tattooed with strange pictures. Other than this her eyes was no more doe-eyed like an innocent one but it was a beady black, shiny, impenetrable obsidian eyes. The most terrifying feature of her was the tattoed figure of a boy face in her neck. That tattoed face had some similarity with our cute little Abigal's face. "Abarat! Abarat! Abarat. Come here", she roared more loudly like a exquisitely horrid witch. While roaring the tattoed face on her neck was exposing and one can clearly say it was Abigal's face.

I looked at Vergil one last time, my eyes promising him a slow, agonizing death. Then, I opened my mouth, wrapped my lips around his bleeding arm, and began to drink.