Devilman Crybaby Quotes Novels & Stories

"Christian complained, pouting his lips. "Don't give me that look, Chris. I swear, I will forget that you are not in your senses. And will claim you right here, right now. I am warning you.",Samson warned, his eyes still stuck on his lips. "Ahaha...Ahaha..",Christian started crying like a baby, when he felt Samson raise his voice on him to which Samson got worried. "Don't cry baby. I am just joking to you. Please don't cry. Yeah I am a devil. You were right but please don't cry.",Samson requested, resting his head on his chest while patting his head like a mother did to her child.

I looked up at him from where I was sitted, a smile on my face “Are you going to kill me?” Elan asked and I burst into laughter “I am not going to kill you” I said slowly, I don't go around killing people for no good reason “But.. you are the devil, the devil from the blood moon pack” “Some call me the devil, some call me the ripper, some call me a mad man but I personally, I prefer the Del Monté devil”

He was aware of it. Shit hurts, I don’t know how to feel. I think the hatred I had for him, kind of grew. By the way, someone cried like you. Me,( don’t you dare laugh) I kind of remember that I call you crybaby and it made me laugh. It was the only thing that seem funny at the moment. Thanks for making me laugh even when you weren’t there and I don’t know who you are. Ps: You are not the only one who hates your dad, but that doesn’t mean men are scum. I’m a man, and I’m not scum.

~Haven's POV~ The Devil is everywhere. Especially outside this store. Don't get me wrong, I love collecting donations for the church, but some of these people really need Jesus! I cried out as a quarter bounced off of my chest into the jar. The guy walking into the store laughed. "You're welcome, Jesus Freak!" "Why do they have to be so rude?" My best friend Grace asked, pushing her glasses up on her dark brown face. Her chocolate eyes were filled with annoyance.

He doesn’t want any wealth, he just wants his parents back but even that is a selfish thing to say. Damien finally lost his patience and parked the car, “Stop crying.” His words are firm and intimidating, an order instead of comforting words. Chris didn’t stop, he can’t stop crying. It is the only thing he could do, or he would lose his mind. “You said you’re going to take your revenge, with that weak head of yours? I might end up killing you before you achieve your goal.” The demon spoke bluntly. Damien wouldn’t admit, but he’s amazed with how strong Chris’ mind is before, but all he could see now is a susceptible mind.

But being Damon, he smiled as he gains back his senses. Soon then his smile turned into small chuckles, then later turned into immense and loud devilish laughter. “Bring it on, dummy! I am not afraid of who you are! Come and try to take my positions. The cemetery is wide for you to be there. See you in hell, dipshit!” he laughed evilly as he grabbed his extra phone from his drawer full of golds, diamonds, and a gun. He called someone. “Fuck you!!”

"I killed you?" "Deader than a doornail. Deader than a one-legged weasel on the motorway." "I guess that makes me a necrophile," I grinned into his neck. "You're a warped and deranged little thing." "You bring out the devil in me." "Devil? Succubus. God, Ceri," he added. "God, that was fantastic." "Connor, no jokes, but I don't think I'm going to be able to walk. I think I'm so soundly fucked I'm going to be bruised down there."

“You flatlined on a cathedral floor, Lucian. That’s not ‘scaring’ me. That’s traumatizing me.” He winced playfully. “Technically, I didn’t flatline—” “Do not correct me right now.” He raised both hands in surrender. “Okay. Okay. You win.” “You almost died because you’re stubborn,” she continued, wiping her face angrily. “And dramatic.” “Says the vampire who cries like the world is ending,” he shot back gently. She gasped in mock offense. “I cry elegantly.” “You sob loudly.” “I do not—” “You absolutely do.”

she said referring to the article which referred her mother as a former stripper. "I know,but the internet doesn't" he smiled,a smile which irked her,made her want to gorge his eyes off his face and crush them,she regretted the day she ever thought of this man as their savior when he came at their point of grave need,he was nothing less than a devil. Suddenly,his laughter filled the palour. "The devil isn't far from what I am baby girl, don't stress your brain too much" He replied and Samantha realised she forgot he could hear her thoughts.

He said coldly and made his way out of the room. "I hate you, you motherfucker. I hope you will live for eternity and watch everything you hold dear rot in hell and slow and excruciating pain. You disgusting piece of shit. Pervert!!! Idiot!!!! I hate you, you fucking moron," I snarled and screamed at the top of my lungs while his face remained dreadfully expressionless. Fuck, I just don’t know when to shut up. You have to be really dumb to poke an angry demon. The demon who already holds an unknown grudge against you and wants you dead. The demon who is stronger than you in every possible way. But fuck it, carpe diem, they are going to torture me anyway, and I have to vent off this rage and