Devil Hunter Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

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

His heels clicked on the cold concrete, and his steps were slow but full of purpose, just like a predator coming for its prey. This was Leonardo Morano, in his full form and the Devil was out to play. The men could not help but shudder and feel a shred of pity for tonight’s victim. Suspended from the ceiling by heavy chains was a young man—barely recognizable as human. His once-toned skin was now marked with bruises and deep burns. Blood dripped from his fingers, where nails had been ruthlessly torn away, leaving raw, pulsing flesh behind. His head hung low, his body twitching involuntarily as the pain coursed through him.

I’m the fucking devil. I squat in front of the man chained to the roof of the basement in the Gambino mansion. His trembling arms are attached to the hook on the low ceiling by a thick metal clasp. He hangs there helplessly, leaving the rest of his body exposed to me to do with as I please. My gaze rakes over the sweat and blood clinging to his pale skin. Bruises and gashes paint his body like the finest piece of artwork, thanks to my fists.

Bad choice. He planted one boot, vaulted upward, and brought his weapon down in a devastating arc. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, cracking marble and pulverizing both creatures in a single strike. Their bodies collapsed into heaps of broken flesh and feathers. Silence followed— thick, and heavy. The remaining Devourers hesitated, claws scraping against stone as they backed away, their earlier arrogance replaced with fear. I swallowed hard. This man… he was no human. He was a perfectly oiled machine.

"You! Who betrayed the kingdom! Kill her!" When the devils they called is in front of them now! The devils wore chains and hard vest. They are coloured in red! They had horns, tails, and tattoos all over their body. And so run they ran at Luis Park and the company. "Butt!" "Yes, master!" Butt replied. Then Butt move fastly! And spin to stop the upcoming devils. "Echolocation!" Butt floats and howled an ear-piercing sound.

Taking a step forward, I began to go to help, but the beautiful mysterious man halted me. “It’s too late.” His fingers were hot upon my wrist. “What do you mean? You mean…you are here for them?” I stepped back towards him, but I didn’t pull my arm away from his warm grip. “Not all of them, just one. The rest have gone up above. I strictly work below.” “Are you the Grim Reaper?” Tears were building up in my eyes. “My name is Ash and you can say I am the Devil’s right-hand man,” he said. A tear glided down my cheek. Ash reached to my skin and wiped it. “Do I scare you?”

Did anyone honestly think they could blatantly steal from the devil and simply get away with it? He took long, powerful strides toward the bleeding man and stopped just inches away from him. The man had been brutally beaten. His eyes were swollen completely shut, making it nearly impossible for him to even look at his lethal predator. His expensive white-collar shirt was completely soaked in his own dark blood. When the devil looked down at his prey's trembling hands, he felt a deep, dark satisfaction upon seeing the man was now missing two of his fingers. Exactly as he had wanted. Exactly as he had commanded his guards to do.

His face looks so terrible, his mouth is open until saliva is flowing out. “HEY HUMAN BRAT! WHAT IF YOU RETURN MY ARM WITH YOUR MEET!!! I SWEAR I’LL MAKE IT PAINLESS.” “What?” “MANY OF YOU HAVE FALLEN IN MY STOMACH! AND SOON YOU’LL MEET YOUR COMRADES! HAHAHA HAHA AHA…” “You mean you have fought another devil hunter?” “SO WHAT? NOT EVEN ONE OF YOU CAN DESTROY ME.. BUT I APPRECIATE YOU BECAUSE YOU COULD MAKE ME LOSE ONE HAND, NO HUMAN HAS SUCCEEDED TO DO IT.”

"Oh ... they'll be fine, calm down. Haven't you seen how Blaze fights? Even ten times this attack like this... it won't bother him. That guy is creepy when he gets angry." "Are you talking about Blaze or Charlie?" I asked in surprise. Blaze doesn't seem like a fighter type. "Blaze of course silly! Charlie is quite strong ... but maybe he is only a third of Blaze. Your man ... he is arguably the creepiest man in the werewolf world. Never mind ... don't worry about the men ... you better wake up. and help me make food. The ginger men here get hungry very quickly. " Said Devanna. "Whatt?" I shouted in disbelief. Did I hear her right?

The Reaper hits with a meat-heavy thud and slides down, motionless. The third Reaper—the driver—scrambles for his gun. Drakon releases the chain. He whips it. The steel links strike the man’s hand, shattering bones. The gun clatters to the asphalt. Drakon charges. He’s a demon. A monster of leather and vengeance. He tackles the driver, driving him into the dumpsters. The metal bins crash and tip, spilling garbage everywhere. Drakon wraps the chain around his fist. He starts punching.