[REWRITING] Sense of Obsession

Chapter 11

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"It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood."

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It wasn't long before the smell of burning flesh rapidly swept over the streets nearby. To think a single body could produce such a foul odor. It was unprecedented, the extent of which Bustie went to, to keep this lone human safe.

What reason did he have? A vessel so weak could only take him so far. Perhaps he'd gone weak, soft, and frail like the humans of this era. Or maybe, that human is more of a pet than anything.

That's not true.

Bustie would never view Homura in such a way. At this age, Bustie didn't see humans like that. Prey to be feasted upon and hunted for fun.

No, not anymore...

There were small things humans did that caused Bustie to become so tenderhearted. Despite how burned the idiots got, they returned. They'd be reduced to ashes and they'd never leave.

Bustie didn't understand it at first.
But now, after with Homura...

He saw it.

Just a few days ago...

Truly, he saw it.

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Makima stared off into the distance as she casually walked off the train, covered in blood both belonging to her and not. Tendo and Kurose greeted her with baffled looks.

Lies and commands spilled from the red-heads lips.
A murder of crows circled above, caw akin to that of death's screams.

If those around were smart, they'd take it as a warning. But instead, Tendo and Kurose approached, following Makima at her beck and call.

The Tokyo Public Safety Devil Hunter Bureau. Teams 1-4 sustained heavy casualties, and their worlds were painted red.

In Aki's case, it made his partner disappear completely. All for nothing.

It was a beautiful gesture, of course... but Aki was bleeding terribly. His ears rang as his vision blurred.

The devoted devil hunter coughed blood, just minutes ago was enjoying ramen with his coworkers...

Just minutes ago... he wasn't staring at Himeno's remains... Or lack thereof.

Meanwhile...

Bustie huffed. He hadn't done an attack of that caliber since his early days in hell... It took a lot out of him, but even then, he burned brightly. Surrounding civilians had already evacuated long before he looked up.

"Something's... very, very wrong."

Bustie winced, back cooling rapidly before he dissipated and Homura emerged. Confused and rattled.

"Guns? Here..?"

Had other cities been attacked? Other devil hunters? What a terrifying thought.