In a dark, rancid alley on the outskirts of Sobu High School, Oga Haruto curled up on the cold, grimy ground. His entire body was slick with cold sweat, eyes wild and frenzied.
He was suppressing something deep inside, a power he had no control over—something primal, something demonic.
Even biting down on his back molars didn't help; the restraint was slipping.
"Ahhh!"
A roar tore from his throat — Pain, frustration, and fury poured into it.
Slowly, his features twisted, growing sharper, more animalistic.
His teeth elongated into fangs, ears pointed like a predator's, and a long, flexible black tail swished behind him.
After a violent convulsion, he staggered upright, grinning like a predator that had finally broken free.
"It feels… incredible."
The demon's influence had fully taken control, reshaping Haruto's body and mind.
He clenched his fists, feeling the intoxicating rush of raw power. His thoughts were chaotic, but one idea burned clearly in his mind.
"That teacher… he should be damned. If he hadn't interfered, I wouldn't have been rejected by Shiroha. I would have to kill him later."
The flood of demonic energy made him swell with confidence, his skin glistening under the dim alley light. He twisted his stiff neck, ready to march back to Sobu High, but a sudden pang of hunger stopped him.
Gurgle—
His stomach growled violently. Haruto rubbed his belly, muttering with a dark chuckle.
"Forget it… first, I need to eat."
And he didn't mean ordinary food.
The hunger gnawing at him was for human flesh and blood.
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Stepping out of the alley, Haruto found the streets nearly deserted.
The outskirts were empty, a few stray cats darting between shadows.
He frowned slightly—he had expected a little more chaos.
Then, in the distance, a figure appeared.
"Isn't this convenient…" he thought, licking his lips.
He slithered forward with predatory grace, tail swaying behind him. "Looks like tonight's dinner has arrived."
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Walking on a tattered road deeper into the outskirts, a young boy sighed.
Just ten minutes ago, he had tried to buy discounted bread from a convenience store, but after bumping into a passerby, his few saved hundred yen had been stolen.
He hadn't really eaten properly for days, and now unless another mission came up to hunt demons and earn money, he wouldn't be able to eat anything.
He was Denji, a young devil hunter. Dirty Blonde hair cropped short, black eye patch covering one eye, pupils sharp and alert. His past was tragic:
His mother had died from a sudden heart attack.
His father, a violent drunk, had attempted to kill him, forcing Denji to act in self-defense.
To pay off his father's debts, Denji had sold his kidney, his right eye, and even one testicle.
He had signed a contract with a demon, turning himself into a reluctant, mortal "demon hunter."
Fortunately, he wasn't entirely alone. At his side was Pochita, a small, dog-like devil with whom he had made a pact. Loyal and vigilant, Pochita had always been his companion.
Suddenly, Pochita's ears twitched.
"Worf!"
He let out a bark, sharp and warning—
"Hey, what is it, Pochita?" Denji crouched down, touching the dog-like devil with suspicion.
Pochita nudged Denji's knee with his head, urgent and insistent, signaling him to retreat deeper into the forest.
"Danger…?" Denji looked around, squinting.
But all he saw was one lone human figure in the distance. Danger? Hardly.
"WORF! WORF!"
Yet, Pochita barked again, louder and more urgent.
Denji cursed under his breath. Well, I guess I better listen…
He sprinted toward the forest, with Pochita darting just ahead, guiding him.
When—
"Hey… where do you think you're running, human?"
A strange voice whispered in Denji's ear, smooth and sinister.
Denji froze.
His gaze snapped back.
"…Devil?" he gasped, gripping the hidden hand axe at his waist. He felt it, the senister energy of devil.
No, it wasn't just any devil. The energy emanating from the figure was something far older, far more dangerous.
A legendary demon?
Even as a seasoned hunter, Denji knew there were two types of demons: ordinary demons born of human fear, and legendary demons, exiled from another plane.
This one should have been sealed away by exorcists. Yet here it was, real and alive.
He felt fear prick at the back of his neck, but Denji's survival instincts kicked in. He drew the hand axe, eyes narrowing.
"You know me?" Denji spat, voice low but steady.
A wicked grin spread across Haruto's face.
The demon's former human features had now twisted into something bestial. His skin was brownish, his human face distorted into a bull-like visage. Long, sharp horns curled from his head, and his black tail whipped the air aggressively.
"You know," Haruto hissed, "if you didn't… you'd already be my meal."
His right hand shot forward, seizing Denji's leg with terrifying force.
Denji gritted his teeth — Pain exploded in his leg as if it were being torn from its socket. With a surge of adrenaline, he swung the hand axe at Haruto's grasping (human) arm.
SWOOSH!
POOF!
Blood sprayed through the dim alley, painting the ground.
Haruto's eyes widened, but his rage only grew. "You little brat… it hurts… but I don't care!"
His human face had now fully morphed into a demonic bull, muscles bulging, his body surging with otherworldly power. With a single step, the ground beneath him shattered, forming a crater nearly a meter deep.
"YOU DEMON… AREN'T YOU AFRAID OF AN EXORCIST?" Denji shouted, dodging another swing from the demon's tail. He had barely landed a footstep after Haruto's earth-shattering stomp.
Haruto sneered. "Exorcists… are just food."
Denji's face twisted in disgust. He clenched his axe tighter. "I'm not your food!"
"Yes, you are!"
The demon charged, fists swinging wildly, each blow threatening to crush Denji's bones. Haruto's horns gleamed, muscles tensed, tail swiping violently to knock Denji off balance.
Denji darted backward, swinging his axe at each incoming attack.
CLANK!
Sparks flew as metal met demonic flesh.
CRUNCH!
The ground trembled. Each step Haruto took cracked the ground of the alley floor.
"BE MY MEAL HUMAN!" Haruto roared, leaping into the air.
Denji barely dodged, rolling to the side, breath ragged.
Blood coated his arms from cuts and scrapes. He scanned the surroundings desperately, ignoring the pain of his body, looking for a place to escape, to buy time.
But human endurance has limits—
Haruto's speed was unnatural, demonic reflexes enhanced by his demon possession.
In the blink of an eye, Haruto slammed into him.
CRASH!
A brutal elbow strike lifted Denji into the air, blood gushing from his throat.
"AHHH!" Denji's scream echoed through the alley.
Haruto landed gracefully, black tail flicking, eyes blazing with predatory hunger. His clothes were shredded from his earlier transformation, muscles taut and glistening. Every movement radiated raw power.
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