Black Maria Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

I could scent their drugs, alcohol made from puffer fishes and stone fishes as well as their cigarettes that were coated with the skin of a specially tanned blue-ringed octopus hide. I faced the man I wanted to meet. He was a man who had been living under the sea for many years. The merpeople around called him the sea devil. On ordinary land he was just a man but in sea water, he could control anyone he wanted with the power of his deadly tongue. Anyone but the devil and royal blood. I wondered why he hadn't taken over Seareign yet. "We meet again, Lot." "That's the devil to you." There was a black mermaid behind him. She was smoking on a blue ring cigarette as black liquid escaped her mouth

Chapter Sixty-Five. Not far away from the place where Marina and Zen were fighting. A dark-skinned humanoid creature with devilish horns protruding from the top of its forehead was sitting on the top of a tree. With one of its legs resting on the branches of the tree and an arm supporting one of its cheeks, the creature had its eyes closed. It had a muscular human body with two bat-like wings attached to its back. From behind its tailbone, a long black tail wiggled around the air.

His fur will be black as midnight, with a red streak of fur over his stomach. The mark of evil Blessed by the one who holds command over all things dark. The devil Should Luna Dynamis ever accept him in her heart His power will increase to be thrice more than hers She would lose herself in his darkness. And together, no one will stand in their way.

Masaru’s distinctive voice roared, coming from the sky. We tilted our heads up and were stunned to see a pair of demonic figures in the sky, standing atop a small cloud. “We finally caught you, rat.” The gray-skinned one was Masaru, recognizing that gravel-gargling voice. He had a fierce face, sharp fangs, electrifying hair, and two horns. He wore a tattered dark-green skirt tied with a long red sash with a pair of massive Japanese drums hung on his waist and held a small mace in each hand.

The devil’s blood. He filled the doorway like a shadow, broad shoulders wrapped in a black suit, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar like he didn’t give a damn about the ceremony. His hair was dark, careless, his jaw shadowed by stubble. But it was his eyes that froze me, ice-blue, cold as death, cutting through me like they already owned me. He didn’t smile. He didn’t greet me. He didn’t offer condolences. He simply said, voice low and merciless. “The wedding goes on.” My blood turned to stone.

I hear the white witch sigh I wish I knew her name. “Tana is the only creature that can harness the eternal flame! No one else has done it without burning up! She serves the flame well and in return is gifted endless energy. A witch with endless energy could make this world anything they want. It is dangerous and if she gets her hands on it she will destroy this world!” How does she know so much about this witch? I don't even have to ask. She turns back to me it looks like pain flashes across her face momentarily and she pulls her sleeve to her right hand up. On her wrist lays a black tattoo that nearly glows. It is the marking of the Mizune sisters also known as the soul eaters.

Marek settles next to me, resting his forearms on his thighs as he looks at me. "What happened to your face?" I question. A deep blue shadow entrenched in his skin from his jaw to his left eye causes me to flinch, trying to decipher what it is. He watches me carefully, waiting for me to put it all together. "Some of the other hunters roughed me up for calling off anymore hunts for Tani," he murmurs. Oh, it's a bruise. It's so strange looking, so different. I have to remember that Marek does not bleed red like a human, but pastel blue like a Summoner. That means his bruises are going to look different to mine. I'm surprised I didn't notice earlier, after the Beast attacked him.

Then he looked at us, something unreadable burning behind his eyes. “This,” he said slowly, his voice rough, “isn’t some sick prank This is a summoning.” My chest went cold. Pelin frowned, hugging herself. “Summoning… what?” Aziz shifted his weight, his hair falling into his eyes as he studied the bloody circle. “A Marid. The black kind.” The word was foreign on his tongue, harsh and heavy. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, my voice felt so weak. His gaze flicked to me, holding mine until I felt pinned to the mattress. “A jinn. A supernatural creature from the obsidian dimension. They come in colors—blue, red, black. The black ones are the strongest.”

I then noticed that the figure was Hikaru's shadow! The demonic mushroom must be here! I thought as I looked around and found a spot in the garden especially dark. I tracked deeper, towards the pitch-black darkness, and I found glowing blood-red dots. That must be it! The Black Parasol Mushroom, a fungus that takes up the evilest form in the nearest heart. The only way to make it dormant is to expose it to light for a while. I recalled as I transformed into my beast form before grabbing it and running towards the east tower where the lanterns were.

Alfi said. "Hmm, one of the Fatal 6, eh? Interesting." Pukan is getting excited. “Koji, Rian. I’m sorry...” Alfi said. Both of them nod. “PUKAN!” Alfi shouted. The black giant figure appears behind him. The color of his eyes is changing. The lens turn black and the pupils turn white. Alfi then laughs in a manic tone aloud. It shoots black needles to Koji and Rian” back turning them into what Alfi has become to with black Iru flying surrounding them. Koji unsheathes his greatsword which is cloaked in black flame, and Rian turns his arms into black thunder blades. The trio looks eerie and dreadful like the devil even though that they are just like the devil.