I was fighting a dude with a man bun, and somehow he kept reading me. Like he could see a second ahead.
I pulled my knife and vanished from his sight. Came in from behind, aiming for his spine.
He turned.
Blocked.
Countered immediately.
I ducked under his blade. He tried to knee me in the face on the follow-up, but I slipped past it. Too fast.
"This is stupid. How are you reading me like a book?"
No answer.
It didn't matter. I had to move again.
The dragon fiend inhaled.
Fire.
I twisted out of the way as heat tore past where I'd been standing a second earlier.
Great. Future-reading swordsman in front of me. Flamethrower behind me.
Before I could complain about how unfair this was—
the world went black.
was standing in a grass field.
No buildings. No city noise. Just endless green and doors in the sky.
"HUNTER. This is bad."
"What is it, Judas? I know you care about me and all, but why are we panicking?"
"Simple. We're in Hell. And something powerful is watching. Another primal fear."
…
"This is really bad, huh."
…
I love it when he goes quiet.
"Let's team up for now!" someone shouted.
I turned around.
Chaos.
The fiends were crying. Actually crying. Some of them had dropped to their knees like it was already over.
The humans were trying to organize, shouting orders, pretending this was something you could strategize against.
"So what's the plan, Judas?"
"Let me out."
I blinked.
Judas doesn't ask. Judas takes.
If he's asking permission—
Yeah.
This was really, really bad.
The white-haired lady was talking to her fiends.
"So why is everyone acting like we're already dead? Have you never seen a powerful devil before? I'm sure we'll get out of here."
"There's no hope," said the fiend with the strange ponytail. "The one observing us is a devil that has never experienced death. He is a primal fear."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I've seen one already."
That did it.
Everyone looked at me.
Not casually.
Not curious.
Desperate.
"How did you survive?" Man bun dude asked. "You must know something we don't."
"I don't know. He was a pretty chill dude. I'm sure we can just talk our way out of this—"
"HE'S HERE. WE'RE ALL DOOMED."
The scream tore through the field.
And just like that, whatever thin layer of control we had shattered.
Something far away dropped from one of the doors.
The sound didn't echo.
It swallowed the air.
Darkness fell over us.
Astronauts appeared—cut in half at the waist—lined in a path across the field. Their severed torsos knelt, helmets cracked, hands pressed together in prayer.
They weren't moving.
They didn't need to.
Something was coming.
RIBBIT.
My arms were gone.
Gone.
Clean cuts. Just absence.
Blood sprayed a second later.
It stood there.
Multiple human bodies stacked together, fused wrong, like someone built a person out of spare parts and forgot the instructions. At the top—
A weird head looked at us; it resemble a weird dear skull.
Watching.
A man stepped forward.
"I have delivered you the Chainsaw's heart. Please… give me the power to kill Makima."
Denji sucked in a breath somewhere behind me. Crying about someone named Makima.
The devil didn't answer.
It moved.
The man beheaded.
Then it began.
Not a battle.
A massacre.
People folded. Crushed. Severed. Erased. Fiends, hunters—it didn't matter. Screams overlapped. Blood soaked into the grass like the field had been thirsty.
In seconds—
Silence.
Only three of us left standing.
Man bun.
The Angel Devil.
Me.
"Judas… come."
Something tore through my chest from the inside.
My body split open with a wet sound.
An arm forced its way out of me—long, pale, wrong. Covered in mouths. Lipless. Teeth exposed. Whispering without sound.
It dragged itself free.
And I was still conscious.
My body had been flipped inside out.
I was staring at it. Or him. Hard to tell.
"So Bob, you think Judas got this?"
"No. Lord Assimilation stands no chance against the great Darkness Devil."
"Wow. That's not very supportive. He has your eyes. He will see in the dark.
Frogs see in the dark too, right?"
"Not like this," said the Frog Devil. "Even I can't see well in this."
That wasn't comforting.
Judas stood before the Darkness.
"I had to leave my domain to face you, Darkness."
He was big. Around twenty-two feet. A twisted version of me stretched wrong and elongated. Pale. Not the kind of pale you get from staying indoors—more like the absence of light itself. He had hair. Sort of.
And for the second time in my life—
He wasn't smiling.
He didn't waste a second. A ball of flesh formed in his palm, then crackled with electricity. It began to glow. He flicked his finger.
The light pushed against Darkness' strange shield. Not easily. Like something grinding through resistance. It broke through and made contact.
Judas reshaped the ball into a spear and drove it forward.
It pierced.
Darkness reacted. One word " Hfsbuwd"
Judas' arms twisted violently as the power fought him, trying to reshape his body. He forced it back into place, teeth clenched.
"Ugh… I can't win this."
The flesh wormed inside Darkness, trying to spread, trying to disrupt it from within.
But the second word stopped it.
Judas' best move: bite.
Yeah, sounds dumb. But it goes through barriers, defense and space a bit
Out of nowhere the Darkness Devil was inside one of Judas' mouths.
I can't explain the reset. All I remember is Judas spitting it out. Black goo running down his mouths.
Guess it was poisonous.