Devil Hunter Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

The shadows stepped back obviously irritated by the light, he glanced around looking for someone, he isn't here he thought happily, his mind beginning to create the happy thought that his assailant had lost track of him, but only for a second as a man in a dark long sleeve cotton shirt stepped out of the shadows. Dark hair with a trench coat as the darkness seemed to cling to his very being, the shadows making a hissing sound as though they were sentient. His eyes glowed red, vertically slitted like those of a cobra, and a smile that revealed fangs that gleamed, this was no human evidently… He twirled two knives in his hand with a grin plastered on his face, "hello guardian, fancy meeting yo

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.

Before I firmly press, the two handles together until the chain snapped free. The man groaned in pain when his arm fell down to his side, though I could hear his ragged breath of relief. Then I hurried to the other side, doing the same procedure as I did on the first, but just when I was about to squeeze the handles, a voice came up behind me, making me jump on my feet and drop the cutter. “Can’t seem to stay out of trouble. Can we now, love?” Shit! Faster than a break of neck, I turned around and came face to face with the demon himself. Damon.

"Sir, she’s still recovering. You can’t just..." Dante didn’t even flinch, he just stared at her with that ice-cold gaze that could make grown men piss themselves. "And who’s going to stop me?" The nurse opened her mouth to say something, then shut it. He smirked. "That’s what I thought." He nodded to one of the men behind him, his right-hand man, Victor. He stepped forward and handed the nurse a thick bundle of cash then Dante leaned in, his voice low and murderous.

The bond between father and son was rapidly weakening. Caelus lowered his head and let out a weak, broken chuckle. “Y-You… think you can protect that sinful child from me… by killing me?” Slowly, he lifted his blood-soaked face, a manic grin spreading across his lips. “Angels don’t die. I will simply take a new form… and every time… I will come back to kill—” Finn’s eyes turned blood-red. His massive black wings spread wide as he fully embraced his Devil form, power radiating off him in dark waves.

Meanwhile, Aleah’s heart pounded in her chest, fear gripping her as she watched the scene unfold. "Kill him," Giovanni ordered, his voice cold and commanding. It was the signal the brute had been waiting for. With a guttural growl, he charged at Hunter, chains swinging wildly. He tried to wrap the chains around Hunter, aiming to trap him, but Hunter was quicker than he expected. In a swift move, Hunter leapt onto the brute’s back, grabbing the chains and looping them tightly around the man’s neck. The brute thrashed and struggled, trying to shake Hunter off, but Hunter held firm, his grip unrelenting. The brute’s movements grew weaker as the chains tightened, cutting off his air. Finally, wi

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Was he… dead? Yes. His throat had been slashed open with what looked like razor-sharp claws. My eyes scanned the room, desperate for either a threat or a way out—until they landed on a pair of hands. Not just any hands—these had long, sharp claws, almost animal-like. But they belonged to a human. To Lucian. Blood dripped from his fingertips, and his eyes glowed red. He looked like the Devil from my nightmares—minus the black horns. “Who are you?” the man asked again, louder this time, though his voice still quivered. The terror in his tone was undeniable.

He was joined by the physician from the main palace. As soon as they removed the last needles from her elbow, she opened her eyes slowly. Lydia weeped for joy as she gave her water to drink. Heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. The door was pushed open at once and she saw, the Devil.