Devil Hunter Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

Once again, we’ve been forced into something. I don’t know if I will be happy that once again we are cursed or I needed to cry as I stare to Beta Xander. He was still bounded into the metal chains, but right now, his pupils are dilated, his body is frozen. I tried to shout because the devil witch is grinning as he is approaching him. He made him shift into his form, his claws digging the chain out of his body. His canine is showing how sharp his teeth is. My mouth trembles, shouting at him, to warn him what is going but he seems to not hearing what I am saying.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

"Let me... go... I'm sorry... I'm fucking sorry." They dropped him in the middle of the room. His limbs felt heavy, his bones like water, yet he forced himself to move. He gazed up at the cold devil standing right before him. His piercing blue eyes, the scar that ran across his neck, and the deadly smirk playing on his lips sent a shiver down the man's spine. "Si... Silence... I... I didn't mean to offend you," the man trembled. Falling into the trap of the most dangerous man in the underworld was a nightmare. He thought he had succeeded in his evil plan, not knowing he was falling into the hands of the devil himself.

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.

More blood. "Name?" "Ma-Manuel Lopez" "And your friend?" "Arturo Chavez" he whimpers trying to curl on the floor. I pull the knife out and he graces me with another scream. "Okay, why were you here?" He shakes his head, indicating he doesn't want to answer. I move up and shove a knife into his thigh and another one into the wound in his stomach. Twisting it. His body goes limp as he probably passes out from pain. It doesn't matter. I'll get the rest of the answers from my dear Arturo. Pulling out the blade on his thigh, I stick it in his throat and pull it out. Warm blood sputters out, going in different directions. Some lands on my face and hands and I relish the feel of the warm liquid sli

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.