Akira Fudo is just an ordinary high school student until his childhood friend Ryo Asuka asks him to 'save the world.' Dragged to a demonic rave called a Sabbath, Akira fuses with the powerful demon Amon, becoming Devilman—a hero with a demon's body but a human heart. What follows is a story that explodes with forbidden love.
While Akira fights hidden battles, Ryo's suppressed feelings for him burn like a fever. Ryo has always loved Akira, not just as a friend. But he's forced to watch Akira's k
Devilman: Apocalypse of Love - Trap of the New Moon — Stay away, monster!
The basement of the Asuka estate saw no sunlight, even though it was morning.
In that windowless room, Ryo sat alone, staring at a tablet screen. His pale silver hair floated faintly in the bluish glow of the monitor. His deep-sea-blue eyes were riveted to the footage playing on the screen.
It was video from the night Akira fought the demon in the forest.
The image quality was poor. Unavoidable, given the distance. But for Ryo, it was more than clear enough. Akira transformed into Devilman and pulverized the demon. His lips definitely moved.
*"Miki…"*
Play. Rewind. Again.
*"Miki…"*
Over and over and over.
Ryo's finger traced the edge of the tablet. A slender, pale finger. At a glance, it looked like the hand of a delicate artist. But now, it pressed down with enough force to nearly crack the screen.
"[whispers] Akira belongs to me."
The murmur reached no one.
For the past three days, Ryo had spent almost all his time in this basement. The housekeeper brought him meals, but he barely touched them. He slept only the bare minimum. He simply kept watching the tablet footage, tirelessly.
On a large whiteboard mounted on the wall, meticulous handwriting filled every inch of space.
*'Miki's SNS update frequency: avg. 22 minutes'*
*'Late-night behavior pattern: 97% probability of being in her own room'*
*'Gelga's guidance route: Tatsumi warehouse district / underground waterway route optimal'*
*'Akira's reaction speed (including Devilman transformation): estimated 32-40 seconds'*
Beside the text, several photos of Miki were pinned up. Candid shots from school. Private photos collected from social media. In all of them, she was smiling. Happily, next to Akira.
Ryo closed his eyes, just once.
*(This is fine.)*
*(There is no other way.)*
*(It's to protect Akira.)*
Was he telling himself this, or did he truly believe it?
Probably both.
Ryo took a smartphone from his desk drawer. An old model, covered in scratches. A disposable prepaid SIM was inserted.
His fingers moved across the keyboard with astonishing smoothness.
The recipient: Miki's SNS account.
*'Fudo Akira is surrounded by demons near Warehouse 3 in the Tatsumi warehouse district. If you don't go now, you won't make it in time.'*
The disguise was perfect. The sender was untraceable.
Ryo knew this message would move Miki.
Knowing her personality, she would rush out alone to save Akira. Before calling the police, she would run on her own two feet. Ryo had known this since they were children. He knew it all too well. Hatefully well.
He pressed send.
He put the phone in a trash bag and sealed it.
Ryo's face was utterly calm, utterly cold.
But deep within his blue eyes, something wavered.
*—Is it really okay to do this?*
*—Would Akira want this?*
"[whispers] …I will protect Akira."
Ryo murmured it as if to convince himself.
At the edge of the whiteboard, there was a scribbled note.
*'This is love. Therefore, it is right.'*
The handwriting was shaky.
Those words, meant for no one else to see, were the entirety of Ryo's true feelings.
Eleven o'clock at night. The residential area of Higashi Murayama was wrapped in silence.
Only in Miki's room on the second floor of the Makimura house, a small light was on.
Miki was on her bed, looking at her phone. Her long black hair was undone and flowed over her shoulders. She was in her pajamas, thinking it was about time to sleep.
A notification appeared.
A DM from an unknown account.
*(What is this…)*
She tapped the screen.
The moment she read it, the blood drained from Miki's face.
"[scared] …Akira?"
Her voice trembled.
Just a moment ago, Akira should have been in his room downstairs. So why—.
Miki called Akira's phone.
It rang.
No answer.
She tried again.
No answer.
*(Akira, why won't you answer?!)*
She felt like panicking.
But Miki bit her lip hard. There was no time to be anxious. If Akira was in danger, she had no choice but to go.
She slipped out of her room quietly, careful not to alert her family. She crept down the stairs and silently unlocked the front door.
Outside, it was a new moon.
A moonless night is terrifyingly dark.
Miki jumped on her bicycle and pedaled with all her might. It was about fifteen minutes by bike to the Tatsumi warehouse district. No one walked the streets at night. Only the streetlights cast their orange glow at regular intervals.
Her heart pounded noisily.
*(Why am I so desperate?)*
She found it strange, even to herself.
She had always told herself that Akira was like a little brother to her. But now, it was different. She would protect him, no matter what—that single feeling alone drove her legs to pedal.
The reason didn't matter anymore.
She arrived at the warehouse district.
It was an area lined with logistics company warehouses, a twenty-five-minute walk south from Higashi Murayama Station. It was completely deserted at night. There were only three streetlights.
Miki stopped her bike and stood in front of Warehouse 3.
"[scared] Akira…? Are you there…?"
No answer.
Instead—
*Splash.*
From behind her, the sound of water.
She turned around.
Something was approaching from the darkness.
At first, she thought it was a shadow. But it wasn't. A massive, slimy, glistening shadow, about three meters long. An amphibian-like form. Acidic bodily fluids dripped onto the concrete, making a horrible sizzling sound.
Gelga. A mid-level demon.
At Miki's feet, the concrete began to melt.
Her scream echoed through the silent warehouse district.
At that moment, in his own room at the Makimura house, Akira had collapsed onto his bed.
He was in a deep sleep. He hadn't slept properly for three days. He'd been on reconnaissance for demons, under Ryo's orders. School during the day, battle at night. His body had reached its limit.
His phone was vibrating.
An incoming call from Miki.
But Akira didn't notice.
The vibration just hummed faintly beneath his blanket.
In the back of his mind, Amon's shadow flickered.
*(—Wake up, brat.)*
"[scared] …Uh, ah…?"
*(Your precious woman is about to be devoured, right now.)*
He snapped awake.
On the phone he grabbed, missed calls from Miki were lined up. And then—the last, short message that had arrived.
*'I'm at the Tatsumi warehouse. Help.'*
The blood drained from his face in an instant.
"[scared] Miki…!"
He kicked through the window and leaped outside.
Human legs wouldn't make it in time now.
Akira shouted.
Transform.
In an instant, his entire body was covered in a dark-blue carapace. His clothes were torn apart, and giant wings spread from his back. Two horns protruded from his forehead, and his eyes blazed gold.
Devilman.
He tore through the sky at four hundred kilometers per hour.
The pitch-black night city streamed away beneath him.
Tatsumi warehouse district.
Miki was trembling, her back against a wall.
Before her eyes, Gelga growled deep in its throat. Slimy, glistening skin. Acidic fluid dripped from its split mouth.
"[scared] Stay away… stay away from me…!"
Her legs wouldn't move anymore.
*(Akira…)*
That was when it happened.
The air exploded.
A roar.
The asphalt shattered, and Gelga's massive body was blown away.
In the swirling dust, a single silhouette.
A dark-blue carapace. Bat-like wings. Two horns.
Devilman stood before Miki, blocking her.
"[angry] Don't you… lay a hand on Miki!!"
His golden eyes, burning with rage, glared at Gelga.
*—Do as you please, brat.*
Amon's voice echoed in Akira's mind.
*—Carve the retribution for harming what you hold dear into that body.*
Akira's movements were different from usual.
Normally, he desperately tried to maintain his reason during battle. But now, it was different. There was no hesitation in his body's movements. Instead, they were filled with more force than necessary.
Gelga sprayed its acidic bodily fluids.
Akira used his wings as a shield to block it. The carapace melted with a horrible sizzling sound, but his regeneration kept pace.
"[angry] You… you did this to Miki…!!"
He brought his claws down.
They tore through Gelga's skin, and dark-blue fluids splattered.
It was already incapacitated.
And yet, Akira didn't stop.
He slammed it against the wall and swung his claws again. The concrete shattered, and steel beams shrieked.
*—Yes. More.*
Amon was laughing.
*—Savor that anger to the fullest.*
"[angry] Shut up…!!"
Along with Akira's roar, the final blow was struck.
Gelga's body was cleaved in two.
Silence.
Only the blood spray left a black stain on the concrete.
Miki couldn't look directly at the scene.
She closed her eyes, covered her ears, and just trembled.
—Through a distant surveillance camera, Ryo watched the entire battle unfold.
In the basement of the Asuka estate. Akira's figure on the monitor.
Ryo remained expressionless, only his fingertips trembling slightly.
"[whispers] Faster than I thought."
A calm analysis of the fact that Gelga had been cornered sooner than planned.
"[whispers] But…"
On the monitor, Akira was swinging his claws ferociously.
Ryo's expression changed, just a little. It wasn't that things were going according to plan, nor was it impatience. It was simply the face of someone watching Akira.
His blue eyes absorbed the monitor's light, glowing darkly.
The battle was over.
Looking down at Gelga's remains, Akira slowly returned to his human form.
The dark-blue carapace retracted, the wings vanished, and the horns sank into his forehead.
But—the blood splattered all over his body remained.
Akira walked unsteadily toward Miki.
"[gentle] Miki… are you hurt…"
His voice was Akira's usual gentle voice.
And yet.
Miki started to reach out her hand, but stopped.
Deep in Akira's eyes, the demon's light still flickered red.
The claw marks deeply etched into the concrete wall.
The devastation left by Gelga's now motionless body.
Miki's body trembled.
In her head, she understood. It was Akira who had come to save her.
But her body rejected him.
"[scared] Stay away…!!"
She took a step back.
"[scared] What are you… what are you… a monster…!!"
Her voice cracked.
Somewhere between a sob and a scream, Miki ran away at full speed. She dashed through the warehouse district, abandoning her bicycle, just running.
"[scared] Miki…!"
Akira couldn't move.
Miki's footsteps faded into the distance.
He looked down at his hands, dripping with blood.
He couldn't say anything.
*(It's not like that.)*
*(I just—)*
He only wanted to check if she was hurt.
He couldn't even do that much.
Still in human form, Akira crouched down on the spot.
The person he wanted to protect.
Was the one who feared him most.
*—Love. This is its conclusion.*
Amon's voice echoed from within.
A deep, cold voice, different in quality from before.
*—What did you protect?*
"[whispers] No…"
*—It is no different. You saw it, didn't you? The eyes of the woman who called you a monster.*
Akira placed both hands on the ground.
His body wouldn't stop shaking.
Miki's voice, calling him a "monster," repeated in his head.
*—This so-called human love transforms into fear in an instant when faced with a heteromorphic being. In the end, you are a monster.*
"[angry] No… I'm human…!"
He tried to voice it.
But the words wouldn't come.
The basis for his denial was crumbling.
*—Who will acknowledge you as human? That woman? Or Ryo?*
Amon was laughing.
*—Neither. Ryo sees you only as a possession. Miki called you a monster. You are alone.*
Into that mental void, Amon's erosion began.
Until now, the erosion had exploited gaps whenever Akira's emotions wavered. But now, it was different. This was a sign of a genuine takeover.
His vision, for an instant, was dyed red.
"[scared] Ugh, aah…!"
Akira clawed at the ground.
Blood seeped from his fingertips.
Even in human form, a demonic gold flickered in Akira's eyes alone.
*—Now, what will you do, brat.*
Amon's voice echoed from the depths of his brain.
*—It will get more
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