1993, Japan. Tokyo.
In the dark room, the only source of light was the television, casting a glow on the sofa. A handsome man in his early twenties, dressed in casual clothes, lounged on it, with scars in the center of his face and on his cheek that gave him a charming appearance. He also had a good build, black hair, and unusual, captivating yellow eyes with numerous red rings inside.
This was Mark, now a war demon and the personification of the fear of war, as well as one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, into which he was incarnated after his death in the previous world.
"Boring..." Mark yawned, wearily pressing the remote control button, changing the channel on the TV.
"It's a shame mobile devices and the internet in general aren't so developed these days. I'm starting to die of boredom, constantly watching comedy shows and movies is starting to get tiresome. Although some movies and anime were worth the time." His thoughts were interrupted by a news anchor.
"Breaking news: a dangerous demon is lurking in the vicinity of the ****** area. Over a dozen people have disappeared overnight, leaving virtually no trace. Citizens in the area are strongly advised not to go outside after dark and to stay home, locking windows and doors. Public safety officials and police patrols are actively searching for the demon. If you see any demon, report it immediately to the number... **********. This could save someone's life, or yours," a middle-aged man said on TV, as footage of police cordoning off the area with tape around a house played in the background. One of the victims, a couple of men in black, demon hunters or perhaps public security, were also there, talking to a crying woman.
"Oh, it's really close," I whispered, scratching my forehead with my hand, and thought again.
It's certainly cool that I've reincarnated into one of my favorite works of art, but living in this world is damn dangerous. And you never know what might await you around the corner. Although I've seen a lot through the manga, both in terms of the plot, which gives me some advantage, I don't think you should trust it 100%; some things can vary. 1993, that's four years before the plot begins. The chainsaw man hadn't even been shown on the news yet, and Makima hadn't picked him up yet.
I mostly whiled away the time watching TV, hunting demons for weapons whenever possible, when I arrived in this world.
Some might be wondering, how the hell did I, a demon, get a body and my own apartment? Answer: I possessed the corpse of a man who died in an incident with a demon, even though I was in bird form for a while. It turned out that the body's previous owner's entire family had also died at the hands of a demon, leaving him alone. Except he has relatives in the neighboring town with whom he has a bad relationship. And as a result, no one cares whether he's missing or dead. This all worked to my advantage, although I felt a little sorry for the body's previous owner.
Taking a deep breath, pressing the button on the remote and turning off the TV, I got up from the couch, grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the table, and headed to the balcony.
Yes...
A bad habit from my past life has carried over into this world. Well, at least now I'm a demon, and I'm not in danger of dying from lung cancer. I don't think anyone has ever seen a demon suffering from cancer.
As soon as I opened the door to the balcony, I felt a cool breeze blowing outside on my skin. It was autumn, and quite chilly. In front of me Tokyo at night appeared from the ninth floor of a building. Some of the buildings had lights on in their windows, and since it was night, the streets were quiet, with only the occasional car or person passing by. Pulling a cigarette from the pack and putting it in my mouth, I lit it with a lighter, took a deep drag, and exhaled the acrid smoke, which was immediately blown away by the wind. I silently stared at the night-time Tokyo.
Maybe I should meet Makima? She probably won't expect me. She can be considered one of my sisters now.
I might be able to get along with her if I tell her that I like the human world and don't intend to destroy it, rather than Yor with her ambitions, who wanted the world to be mired in war.
As a former human, I still enjoy the values of human life: eating delicious food, having fun in all sorts of ways, watching movies or anime, reading books or manga, playing games, and surfing the internet, even though it's not as popular now. developed.
I might even get to meet familiar female characters from Chainsaw Man. Like Himeno, Reze, Power, Makima, and someone else, although Makima is quite the manipulator; you can't always tell what's going on in her mind. I'd like to meet her.
If I can, I'll start a family and have kids and enjoy life. Although, in a sense, I already have children. Like the Demon of Firearms, the Demon of Bombs, the Demon of Tanks, the Nuclear Weapons, and others who emerged through the War. I'd like to have more human children.
After I reincarnated as the War Demon, my personality underwent some changes, the two personalities blending. Morally, I became more disdainful of human deaths; if I had killed an ordinary passerby, I probably wouldn't have felt anything—no pity, no sympathy, no regret—but as a former human, I didn't become so disdainful of lives. And my sense of shame had practically vanished, and I could deceive someone without even blinking, feeling neither shame nor remorse.
"Help!"
Suddenly, I heard a man's scream, followed by the sound of something falling; it sounded like a trash can.
Leaning against the railing, I looked down and saw a frightened, plump, middle-aged man in office clothes run out, panting and stumbling toward the light of a lamppost. He paused for a moment to gasp and look back, twitching convulsively, only to dash forward again.
Not a minute had passed when I heard something massive crawling along the road nearby.
A moment later, a large, elongated, pinkish-red body slid quickly before my eyes, beneath the light of the lamppost, toward the man, and then disappeared into the darkness.
This... Looks like a worm demon? Okay. Let's go. I haven't encountered a demon in a while, and I need more weapons.
Tossing my cigarette butt into the ashtray on the table, grabbing the balcony railing, I leaped without thinking, falling straight from the ninth floor. The wind whipped his ears as he fell, his clothes fluttering. A few moments passed, and he was already at the bottom, without any injuries or bruises. Only the cracks in the road indicated his fall.
Upon landing, I immediately dashed after the demon.
His body is stronger than that of a normal human; the initial sensation of strength was exhilarating, but gradually it stopped bothering him as much as it once did. But every time I fight a demon, it brings me immense pleasure, feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins, feeling when I dodged or slashed, making the demon bleed and beg for mercy.
I probably inherited this personality trait from the war demon, becoming some kind of combat maniac, like those fan fictions he read about in his past life.
Feeling the cold wind brushing against my skin through my clothes and feeling the chill and discomfort as I ran barefoot across the asphalt, I quickly followed the demon. To create a new weapon for my arsenal from it...
To be continued...