Devil Hunter Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

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.

Devine drew back, his fist crashing into the man’s ribs with a bone-crunching crack. The man choked on a scream, his body swinging from the force of the blow, chains rattling above him. Still, he stayed silent. Devine’s breathing thickened. The anger inside him didn’t settle. It sharpened. It howled. It tore at his insides like a wild thing. He grabbed the man’s hair, yanking his head back to look into his bloodied face. His knife hovered just above the man’s eye, pressing lightly against the skin. “I will cut you apart piece by piece,” Devine said, voice low and full of raw promise. “And you will still die in the end.”

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?”

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.

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?