Devilman Crybaby Quotes Novels & Stories

Why? I stopped thinking for a moment when another voice came through the speakers. “Fellow citizens, the devil himself is coming. Good luck to us all. Pray for us, please. I hope we’re still alive when this is over. My poor babes will lose their handsome, yummy boyfriend. He’s here! I can feel Satan’s terrifying presence!” “Papu—” “Turn that off, you idiot! You wanna die early? Boss can hear you loud and clear!” “Oh sht, right! Damn, I’m dead. Okay, okay! Until next time, folks! Keep calm and relax. Just make love, not wr. And once again—welcome to h*ll. Bye!”

] I muttered, “I was being nice and caring, yet you yelled at me! You’re not Mr. Yates Sr.’s biological son, so you’re not my fiancé anymore. You don’t have the right to yell at me! “If you behave and listen to me from now on, I… I might take pity on you and not have my dad cancel the engagement.” Gabert’s eyes grew darker. [Crybaby! You call that a kick? Even a mosquito hits harder than that!] [You call that a threat? That’s basically acting cute, okay? The male lead is a masochist. Why can’t you be harsher?] The comments began to mock me mercilessly. My eyes reddened with grievance, and I forced myself to hold it in. I did not want to cry in front of him.

I cry more louder and painfully, putting all my frustrations and the pent up overwhelming feelings into the tears. 'Hey, why are you crying? Look I brought you some food, the food I could not give to you earlier since you decided to jump through the window and pay Lucifer a visit.' As I continue to cry, I hear the annoying voice of Jones in my ears. I did not even notice the door open or maybe, he did not even come through the door, he is a damn demon and I would not be surprised if he even teleported here. 'Take your stupid food away you demon, all this misfortunes happening to me is because of you and you still have the guts to joke about this?' I say to him angrily as I wipe a tear off my

Two seconds later, they were lying dead on the ground. The man cried to run away which made my blood boil the more. “Lycans don't run from battles, isn't that the first thing they teach you?” I sneered, using my foot to crush his leg. “Who are you?” He growled, his expression filled with pain. “Me?” I paused, crouching down beside him. “People call me…The devil,” my expression flickered to seriousness. “Welcome to hell.”

The cracks never opened so much in my soul and my gnawed heart never felt so much pressure than now. “I don't know why you start crying, be thankful that you're still breathing. “Maybe it's better to die. “You don't want to die, Luna. “She states with sarcasm. I don't answer him. He is an idiot, a fucking rapist and murderer. It is all that and other adjectives that define a macabre being. “Despite being inexperienced, I had a good time,” he says deliberately.

Harnum felt very angry with Albern who seemed to be playing with his life. "Devil man! Crazy man! You'd better just kill me!" Harnum shouted. But Albern ignored Harnum's screams, he continued walking and closed the door. Now Harnum was left alone, still tied to the pole. Harnum's condition was truly pathetic and sad. The crystals finally flooded her pale white cheeks. Harnum cried silently, his chest ached from holding back his tears.

he continues. "I will take your precious wife from you.she will do exceeding well in one of my whore house.she is a beauty you know.that innocent charm and eyes will bring men to their knees".h chuckles darkly.chuckliing like and unhinged man."your power,I will take it and make you completely useless. your throne will be mine.i will take it all from you.you will become as useless as scum.you will understand how I felt.see you soon". Acid fills my vein.making me numb.the voice was unfamiliar.

“I should have killed you when you were just a child as I regret ever having you, a monster and the very blood of the devil himself!” ‘Perfect.’ Her whispering mind tells her as the back of her precious act is a laughing devil inside. She cries as she draws the play into its highest point, where her father laughs at her with the words. “Cry, cry as you want, cry as you desire, but so you thought that there will be someone who will help you, well there’s none! No one will ever help trash like you!”

“I wish you can be able to talk, spite, and insult me when we are done, Derin Valgrave” Not long after, a new type of heartshattering screams joined the others, plunging the dungeon in everlasting screams of pain and suffering befitting a dungeon.

Let the drama begin. “It’s been hard to be bad,” he said in a pitiful voice, “I don’t have the respect or help I used to have. Quotas to meet, monthly horned head counts, dream appearances, worshipping hours, and pacts in exchange for crappy souls. I’m only one Devil!”