Devilman Crybaby Fanart Novels & Stories

beast devil demon monster all creature's combination wad River . 💀the River Romano💀 They stopped in front of a show room...he hold her and went in the show room...her eyes were pluffy...face were pluffy...all were staring at her...but she didnt feel anything...she just stared blankly...she was now a lifeless creature...she had no dream now....because all were shatttared in some moment ago....... River's pov Now we were in the show room..agrhhhh she was crying too much. .i just wanted to slap those preety cheeks of hers...because I told her not to cry....

That smile turned very mysterious. Ardina looked away, she was completely astonished. This invisible creature is not as scary as Ardina thought so far. Maybe, his thoughts are too mainstream about devils and angels, maybe this is all because he reads too many comics about devils unlike what he sees now, standing in front of Ardina. His body was indeed red, but the demon did not have a tail, nor did he have horns.

It's mouth hung wide open showing a display of huge canines like razors ready to destroy. We all stared at the paper. I didn't get the point Faye was trying to make by showing me this. So... It's a picture of a red eyed demon, probably from an old fairy tail considering how old and rusty the book was. "Faye what does this have to do with anything? "Ming chimed. 'Oh thank God it didn't have to be me.'

No humanity, just hunger. “You’re him,” she whispered. “The Devil of the Underworld.” He bowed his head slightly, a mockery of courtly manners. “Dante Moretti. Though most only whisper my name.” Her heart pounded. Dante Moretti wasn’t just a crime lord—he was a myth. A monster in a designer suit. A man with more blood on his hands than the war itself. Rumors said he didn’t age, didn’t bleed, didn’t sleep. That he struck deals in shadows, and those who betrayed him were never found again. Or if they were, it was in pieces.

He is trying to backstab his brother who loved him like his son. And Kiora? Fuck, she is here. That bitch used ‘Demonic Arrow’ and turned Cal against Zac. Demonic Arrow is one of the most dangerous spells which is used to hypnotize people and turn them into your puppets. The people lose their identity and become slaves of the masters, the person who had cast that malefic spell on them. They could do anything even murder as their sanity is at the helm of their master who then makes them dance to his tunes.

Byron cackled, his voice dripping with twisted delight. "Think you can run from it? These desires come from inside you, from your own body, your own heart. The Demonic Art reaches beyond death itself. There is no escaping it." He let out a cold, satisfied sneer. Suddenly, a massive cloud of black mist, threaded through with a sickly pink haze, exploded outward and blanketed the entire sky above the Umbral Peak Sect.

Lucifer’s voice carried through the arena. Maveth cursed out, “Damn it.” Thirty-Six Demonic Art was a terrifying Supernatural Power, and Maveth was disappointed he could not get it since Lucifer snatched it with his cunning tactics. Everyone else was dissatisfied with what had just happened. However, they all knew it would be tough to snatch away the Thirty-Six Demonic Art since Lucifer had already claimed it. James and the other creatures descended from the sky and landed in the arena. James, Feb, Qusai, and Brielle huddled together.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Another guy spoke “We can’t be so sure boss” "Fidati di me, non è una spia. Guardala, non assomiglia per niente a una spia. Sembra il tipo che starebbe seduto tutto il giorno a guardare commedie romantiche su N*****x e mangiare un sacco di cibo spazzatura." Luciano said and they all erupted in laughter. “Trust me, she’s not a spy. Look at her, she looks nothing like a spy. She looks like the type that would sit around all day watching romcoms on N*****x and eat a lot of junk food."

I could hear Damien’s husky voice as he stroked me again and I cried out in pleasure, feeling beads of sweat forming on my face. Fuck. I knew he knew what to do. He just loved tormenting me, didn’t he? “Come on, speak up. You have the liberty of talking now, not after you’re unable to.” Darius smirked down at me as he softly slapped me with his cock and I panted hungrily as I took a whiff of it. “I want it badly.” I strained through gritted teeth. “How badly, princess.” Draven pushed further as he brought his cock to my lips, drawing my bottom lip down with the tip, amusement dancing in his eyes.