Dante's Warlock Wife

Summary: The Witch Hunters has descended to Fortuna City. Dante Sparda isn’t in town right now, he’s out of town...in another body….while his original body, his demon half, is waiting to reunite with him. Brittany Sparda is pregnant with their second child, and is happily waiting for her second chance at motherhood. In between trying to raise a four year old who's actually a thousand years old, watching out for the witch hunters, and also preparing for the baby, Mephistopheles and Baba Yaga come to town, plotting to get rid of the Sparda Family for good.

With enemies on both sides, will the Sparda Blackwell Clan ever get back to normal??? Will they ever find a nice place to have the baby Sparda Blackwell??

So hey y’all, I’m back (finally) with a new chapter in the Magical Memories series! And yes, it has: MAGIC! DRAMA! DEMON BULLSHITTERY! Maybe Dante finally plays cards and not be shit at it! A new baby Sparda coming really soon. Also, BODY SWITCHING BECAUSE BODY SWITCHING. This ain’t your mama’s Devil May Cry story, y’all...and this will be updated every Monday, if I can, so please enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28848630/chapters/70764288

Chapter Thirty-Nine

“Sorry, what?” Wesley went over to where Evalisse was. He was glad that the twins were asleep in their car seat to even notice that the snow was covered in demon blood. Blood and gore were all over the place outside in the snow, and it looked like it belonged to the multiple frog demons that were dead and bleeding out. Some of them had their antennas torn from their heads, and red female women were starting to disappear. It looked like a massacre had just happened, and no one could find out what happened. “What the bloody hell happened here?” Wesley asked, pushing the door open to go outside. Evalisse followed, and the both of them got close enough to stop when Monsieur Crescent and Asterion stood up from their own investigation. “I’m guessing we know who did this?” Monsieur Crescent asked, waving his hand towards the massacre that happened. “Because I wasn’t expecting demon frogs on my bingo card this year.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

He shrugged as he started to make his way there. But then Nero stopped again when he thought about it some more. “Why are you helping her and her husband?” he asked, making the demon lord huff. “I’m not helping that half-breed do anything.” “But he’s your son-in-law. You should like him, since she picked him.” “And there’s the reason why I’m not helping him do a damn thing. She picked him. I didn’t pick him. I wanted her to marry a true demon, someone who could love her and give me strong grandchildren. Instead, she picked and married a half-breed bastard that probably rapes and defiles her every single night and put those twins inside her so she can have his children. I stopped her once, and yet again she had defied me over and over again!” Mephistopheles snarled, slamming his hand against the pillar. “And then there’s you.” “Me?”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Dante couldn’t remember. All he knows is that he wanted to kiss his wife over and over again until they were tired of it.

Hearing her sigh once his lips touched hers.

Feeling her mouth open so he could taste her.

Feeling her wrap her arms around him and her fingers in his hair, scraping her fingernails on his scalp just right.

Hearing that soft moan and her soft pleading for him to take her, wherever they are.

But not yet, he thought, pulling away from her. Not yet.

“Is this your way of seducing me, Mr. Sparda?” Brittany asked, teasing him. “Because if it is, you should’ve done it earlier.”

Dante chuckled, pressing his forehead onto hers. “If you like that, Mrs. Sparda,” he purred, kissing her softly again, “You should like what will come next when we’re alone,” he moved his lips down her cheek and chin, his hand twitching as he pulled her close to him. “I’ll have you screaming by the end of the night-and begging to cum once I’m done.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

“You and the boyo look oddly alike. No wonder why she thought that you were her son.”

“Who’s boyo?”

“Christ, kid, you’re not that bright, huh? Dante the future Arch-Duke of Mephisto.”

There was that name again. The stuttering doctor said it, and nearly half the demons said it. Which name was it? “Dante,” Nero repeated, his face twisting up at the title. “He’s the demonic archduke? Really?” He thought back to the first time they fought, how he played with him as if he was a kid before he disappeared. “He didn’t act like one.”

“Of course, he’s not gonna act like one. The bastard doesn’t even know how to act like one even if it bit him hard in the damn ass.”