Novel & Cerita Devil Hunter Chainsaw Man

I didn't want to scare our breeder for the sake of Hunter who had strong feelings for her. "I would like to see you try and take her away from me beast. You should be feeling lucky that you still have your neck intact!" He spat. I had no time to talk back and forth. I was a Tasmanian devil and what we did best was attack our prey. I wasted no time in shifting without holding back and growled loudly in warning. "Hera run." The man screamed then charged at me. The humans never learnt their lessons in years and the old fool proved it.

She ran toward him anyway. Silas scrambled to his feet, and his blood was already streaming down a shallow wound on the shoulder. The Devourer was slowly standing across the cavern. It rolled its shoulders once. Its chains rattled soothingly on its limbs. “Good,” it said with approval. Something has not hit me so hard since ages. Silas mopped the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand. “Get used to it.” Kian applauded sluggishly where he stood by the wall.

“You know why?” The man whimpered. “Because there won’t be another chance for it to happen again.” Lena stepped forward with something gleaming in her hand. A clipper. My breath caught in my throat. The man beside the man began trembling violently, sobs breaking free from her lips. Her eyes were glued to the tool in Lena’s hand, dread written on every inch of her face. “No… please don’t…” the man begged again, desperation raw in his voice. Lena crouched down, her expression unreadable save for the slight twitch of her mouth—the closest thing to a smile. A terrifying, wicked smile.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ````````````````````` PERORATION : It's snowing outside with full force. Everything is dark and cold in the midnight. Not even the dogs are awake at this harshness of nature. But one man with black hoodie stands there with his hands in his pocket leaning against the side wall of the little home.Deep in thoughts. Some of the snow falls onto his fluffy curly hair that are peeking through the hood. He calmly stands there. Waiting. Waiting for what?

I was in The Devil's Lair! Cold air blew over me making me shiver. I could see little in the darkness of the room even with my enhanced werewolf sight. My hearing picked up the sound of chains -they said The Devil was kept chained all the time because of his uncontrollable rages- and my shivers turned to full body shakes. "Hello?" I whispered, wondering if talking to him would get me thrown out faster or more forcefully. The Devil surprised me by responding, "Hello." His voice was rich and dark and sent a wholly different kind of shiver through me.

The two men tied to the chains, looked up from their bloodied states only to see the devil standing in front of them. "Let the fun begin," Dante smirked, stabbing the first man in the shoulder and twisting his knife a full 180 degrees. The man screamed in unbearable pain and already felt his life slipping away. Dante had dug his knife into the same spot the man was shot at. "How dare you even touch my girl?" Dante gritted every word before dragging the knife to his chest, cutting open all the skin that came in its way. "How dare you even look at her with your filthy eyes?" the man spat some blood before looking in Dante's eyes.

Without even blinking, he grabbed the blade and plunged it deep into the Stormborn Devil's shoulder. "Argh!" The Stormborn Devil let out a terrible scream. Dwight twisted the knife, his hand turning it inside the killer's shoulder. Fear overtook the Stormborn Devil's face. He had taken two lives in the past month, blood staining his hands, but the boy in front of him filled him with a deep, visceral dread. Trembling, he muttered, "Y-You're a monster…" With that, the Stormborn Devil's eyes fluttered shut, and he collapsed, unconscious.

“Run, dear Heidi. When the time comes, I will show you who sets the rules.” I also look into the woods, but I see nothing; guess the devil does have a good sight. Believe me, I thought the man was blind—the devil himself, I mean. Or else why would he choose the serpent as his servant? The bloody serpent! Dude has more venom than he has limbs, and fucking peels himself. Disgusting. It can’t fuck either—I’m talking of 9-inch dicks. Bet I’d be a better servant than it. Hunter moves toward the van and I’m about to follow him when I sense something that draws my attention to the woods.

I rolled my fist on his face and jam-packed his body with the rest of the bullets in his body. So many holes yet none to breathe. Both of us looked at the only man left and Luther brought a chain saw. His eyes broadened at the sight before him and he tried to stand up. He peed in his pants and I turned away. “Okay! Not this, he’s all yours, Luther!” I lifted my hands up, maybe I'm not immune to this filth. I stretched my arms and heard the chain saw whirring, it contacted the flesh. I left just as the voice in the man’s mouth.

Souls push him to sit on the chair and he does, but he seats on the side making the chair fall back with it. “Bloody hell! Give me that damn chainsaw. If he won’t sit, then pieces of him will be on that chair but one way or the other, he will end up on that damn chair!” Souls goes for the chainsaw while guy's guy scrambles up and sits on the chair. He is shaking like a leaf being blown by the wind and I don’t know why but I find pleasure in his fear. “Was that so hard?” ask as I receive the chainsaw from Souls. The man shakes his head.