Zombie Devil Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

The same man I shot in the chest three days ago. Luca cursed under his breath. “No. No freaking way. That man is dead. I saw him. We buried him—” I lifted my gun instantly. “You’re not real.” Rinaldi smiled—slow, twisted, wrong. “Dead men talk too, you know. Especially when they die with unfinished business.” The room tilted slightly. Maybe from shock. Maybe from anger. Maybe from the pain I keep locking inside my ribs. “You’re not real,” I repeated, but softer this time, like I wasn’t convincing even myself.

After years of sponsorship, my family raised nothing but an ingrate. Since he turned out to be a heartless ingrate, there was no reason for me to be nice. I bought a bottle of paraquat and mixed it into the alcohol. Under the pretense of apologizing, I knocked on Timothy's door and drank with him all night. Halfway through, he seemed to notice something was wrong. "Why does this liquor taste strange?" He put the glass down and examined it carefully, but it was already too late. The poison took effect. He started foaming at the mouth.

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.

Crunch. Rows of deep bite marks appeared instantly on the saber. The creature scrambled up the blade, gnawing its way toward Hayley's hand. Hayley tightened her grip and violently twisted her wrist, spinning herself and the child zombie around in midair several times. Shing! With a sharp flick, the saber vibrated like crashing waves. The ringing blade echoed through the silent hospital hall like a dragon's roar. The shockwave blasted the child zombie away. Before it could recover, the saber fell from above and stabbed straight through its forehead.

- Jimboy JIMBOY/MANA: 80/100 the zombie clutch again but before the knife of jimboy pass through the eyes of the zombie one of the zombies is like an animal its running using 2hands and 2feet but in an incredible manner its body is twisted and its more bulkier than the normal zombie "uuuuu... I think that zombie was a piece of bad news!"- David Jestino suddenly appeared on its side and planning now to stab the brain of this zombie but this zombie reacted fast! instead of biting

Shivay stood rooted to his place, not knowing what to do, he shouted at the other end but the call was already, disconnected Anger rushed inside his system, his body felt as if burning under the volcano, he screamed at top of his voice, his men’s shivered to see the devil all miserable yet the voice had the capacity to send a shiver down everyone spine He marched towards Mark, and held his jaw with a force, mark felt as if it came out of his face “Tell me who the hell is he” he shouted making him scared for his life, the man in front of him looked like Devil in all forms, it felt as if whoever comes in front of him, would die seeing mire his eyes, which was like a volcano Mark struggled to b

Not thinking that. Adom finds the 'too perfect' clan leader enjoying some of his servants in the cellar, most of them being female and all of them barely clothed. The devil extends both of his hands, cats eyes glowing as smoke begins to fill up the room. "What?" the vampire leader barks as his meal starts to disappear. "What is the meaning of this? Who dares-?" Adom snaps his fingers and the smoke disappears, along with all the people. The devil pulls a sword from a useless coat of armor as he walks over to his enemy.

Once he was above the zombie, he straddled the pole, creating a loop of chain that he dropped over the zombie’s neck before wrapping the end around the pole. “Good enough,” he said giving it a tug that caused the zombie to jerk and dance like a marionette. He opened the accelerant. “Move back Sigrid, I don’t want to splash you by accident,” he said. “I don’t think even vampires like to be lit on fire.”

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.