Devil Hunter Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

(Warning: Slight Gory content ahead) SOMEWHERE A ROOM The room was pure white, not even a dent could be seen but unfortunately, this saintly picturesque couldn’t cover the tension in the air. A man could be seen, his limbs chained on the medium sized bed that was white just like the rest of the room. Beside the bed was a table filled with various tools meant solely for torturing a human body. The man that was chained shivered. He tried to wriggle his limbs out of the chain but to no avail. He wanted to scream for help but he couldn’t as his tongue had been cut off and his lips, sewn together.

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.

She believed in her strength, just not enough to take Death on in single combat. The two allies she had were considerably strong in their own rights. Odoroku was a shadowy man with long arms and claws. He was wearing black wrappings all over his body that almost matched his skin. He looked similar to Death, except his face was more pronounced through his dark smoke, with two white eyes peering through. He also had horns sticking out of his head.

"You-You need to run! That's a Devil , Nat- the Devil." She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him again. He knew the picture he made standing there over her. Demon eyes glowing through the smoke and twisted black metal armor covering much of his body. His crowned helmet sported horns that curled up and back making him appear taller and infinitely more terrifying. He didn't really need armor, but he wore it anyway for occasions such as this. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow past her own fear. She held up her trembling blade against him and his head tilted as he smiled down at her.

“You look like you’ve been dragged to hell, and even hell didn’t want ya and sent you packin’.” “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I tease, rolling my eyes. “You’re a real southern gentleman, Curtis.” He waves me off with one of his huge, calloused hands. Curtis is average height and portly, but his strength is truly incredible. His stained white shirt is coated in sweat while he yanks and fumbles with the chainsaw, mumbling curses under his breath. I find his company comforting in a way I can’t explain. “Are there… big animals out here?”

I know he's not human, but he's not a werewolf, either. The man raised his head slightly and looked at me with a mischievous grin. His face is so handsome, like a model's in a fashion magazine. But, suddenly, I saw a pair of black horns sticking out of his long hair. "Devil?" I gritted my teeth. "Oh, the hunter's friend is coming?" the devil teased. He started to stand up, although his back was still bent as if he was ready to attack me. "One of the demons from the grunger monster pack?" I whispered softly as I put my hand in my coat pocket to grab my penknife.

Yet, she clung to hope, a glimmer of light in the darkness. But this creature was different. Its humanoid form seemed to mock her, its very presence a blasphemy. Cassy's heart raced, her soul trapped in a living hell as she awaits her fate. <><><><> “Can you smell that?” stopping on his track Jayantha asks his assistant and beats behind him.

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

He ignore my query again and walked to the table a few inches away from him and grabbed the chainsaw lying on the surface. He took hold of the string attached to the end of the chainsaw and gave it a strong pull. It produced a loud roar sound and its sharp blade started rotating anti-clockwise. Panic caught me crawling up in of me and my whole body was trembling as the severity of the situation dawn now his intention was crystal clear now. No no he can't do this....... "Elijah please don't," Ignoring my plead he began to take slow and predatory steps towards the guard who had turned white as a sheet in dread and was continuously begging and pleading for mercy.

He was missing half his face. His jaw barely intact. But somehow—he escaped. Zayden made no move to chase after him. He simply exhaled, watching as the disfigured man disappeared into the shadows. His voice was calm, measured, deadly. “Run all you want.” A slow smirk curled his lips. “I’ll find you again.” And when that day came— There wouldn’t be any distractions. There wouldn’t be any escapes. Only a slow, painful end Back to the Present: The Past Comes for Hema