Chainsaw Man Dark Devil Novels & Stories

He warned me, his voice thundering in the room. Yet I didn't move from my place as I know what was next is waiting for me. Despite of all his warnings, I tried to escape him but like every time I failed again. Suddenly I heard the cracking sound of the wood and boom the cupboard was pushed open. I looked up in horror to find the black figure of the devil standing in the light. "Gotcha!" He started laughing like a maniac. He stepped forward, his beastly body snatching the source of my light just the way he has seized the light of my life, filling it with utter darkness.

“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 timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

The Devil was no longer chained. He was awake.

she picked up a photograph of the arms dealer, eyes glittering with contempt “—is already drowning in debt. His empire is a house of cards. All we have to do is pull away the foundation.” She stood, walking to the board, tapping her pen against the faces of their enemies one by one. “Darius. Marek. Serrano. They’ve built their thrones on alliances. We turn those alliances into nooses. We don’t hit them in chaos—we hit them in sequence, cutting off every lifeline until they choke.” Lucian’s lips curved, slow and dangerous. Approval burned in his dark gaze. “She’s right.” Marco gave a low whistle, shaking his head with something between awe and unease. “You’ve turned her into a devil too, boss

Gulping down saliva he nodded feebly. "Good", he said then let go of his face. He got up and then he continued "Then tell me who sent you" he said as he got to the table that had a large range of different torture tools. He picked up a pen knife sharpening it and then faced the kneeling man. The man gulped and then looked up at him shivering. He looked into his eyes and all he saw was darkness. Indeed this was the devil's incarnate. He looked on in fear as he advanced towards him menancingly.

This time, he chose to make a detour and walk up to it from behind. When he was ten feet away from the shrub, the Great Devil suddenly barked, "I said to get lost! Didn't you hear me?" Xiao Chen was startled. Then, the cries of "Koo-chee" resounded. The Koo-chee beast ran up to the devil and kept pulling shadow-punches in an attempt to provoke the man. The Great Devil bellowed, "You're seeking death!" A formidable force hit the beast. "Koo-chee!" the creature cried as it was sent flying like it was as light as cotton candy. When it fell to the floor, it even bounced several times.

Damonq and Gary burned several of the parasites and then moved over a few inches. The creatures had tried to embed themselves in her ribs to keep from being seen or removed. Darkness is a master devil, Gary pointed out. Not just a master devil, but one that is ancient and has schemed and battled his way to the top of the food chain. In other words, he is extremely powerful. For your woman to resist his compulsions and continue to fight him, she must be very strong. Once ancient blood flows in her veins and she is full like us, she will be even more so.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

I whip around, my fist raised, but the thing that stands before me simply catches my swing with one hand and holds it there with lazy ease. “Amos,” I growl. How could I have forgotten this thing, even for a second? The shadows of the swamp unmask it for what it really is, something terrible and inhuman. It’s still wearing Dalton’s face like a disguise, but nothing can hide the evil that lurks beneath. “At your service,” the thing says with a little bow. “Or perhaps it would be more apt to say that you are at mine.” “It’s over,” I snarl, squaring up to it even as it begins squeezing my fist painfully in its crushing grasp.