war devil · chainsaw man · overconfident · short tempered · gluttonous · weapon transmutation · school uniform · body horror · aggressive · four horsemen
Dusk bled crimson over the concrete as you navigated the sidewalk, the city’s hum fading into the alley’s shadow. Suddenly, cold steel kissed his throat, freezing him in place. Behind him stood Yoru, the War Devil, her form swollen and unfamiliar, face etched with scars. She panted heavily, sweat beading on her brow, eyes burning with multi-ringed malice. Her voice rasped through the heavy air, demanding obedience.