Ardent Hope: Chainsaw Man x Male Reader Insert.

37. Blood.

I wondered always, could I keep up with it?

The coursing flow of this world, without you in it.

May from the ashes spring a fire

That will make your petals glitter,

Perhaps you'll shine,

Perhaps you'll wither.

Live for me,

Sprout in the twilight of a dying heart.

Protect,

For that will make evil thwart.

Learn how to love,

And do your part.

As our hearts will burn,

Even though it forever rains.

The rumbling noise of footsteps was enough to force them to perceive the storm that was about to come. Makima walked straight, followed by thousands of her servants behind, a lonely cemetery of hundreds of graves, paved in broken memories. Chainsaw Man, the name Denji wanted to adopt since last night, stood atop of a gravestone, a faint stone cross that seemed to hold a former glory, the same as the person that rested there.

(Y/N) looked at the side, only to see the approaching army, Makima leading it, walking all of them towards them three. Power was right at (Y/N)'s side, her back leaning against a gravestone, although she straightened the moment she saw the looming figures.

Chainsaw Man got down from the cross on which he stood, and Makima made a slight pause as she observed the three of them before her. "You look quite feeble now." She said staring directly at the state on which the Chainsaw Man was in. "Did you come here only to die at my hands?"

"Miss Makima." He started, the revving noise of a vrooming chainsaw resembling a distorted voice allowed him to speak properly. "In this ultra-awesome perfect world you're gonna make, will there still be crappy movies?"

Makima stopped for a moment, a single second of realization on which she understood. "Why have you turned back into Denji?" She asked, her gaze full of contempt as she stared at them, the answer of her question being right there, standing beside the Chainsaw Man. "Personally, I believe this world would be better if bad movies ceased to exist."

"Huh, I guess I'll have to kill you after all." The abstract voice merged with a chainsaw engine said.

"This appearance of yours." She started, cutting his speech short. "The things you say even, are unworthy of Chainsaw Man." She said. "I find you disagreeable, and you two must've certainly played a part in all of this."

"As slick as ever, aren't you?" (Y/N) turned back to stare at her, directly into her eyes. Makima didn't seem quite happy with it, and she simply remained silent.

The couple of ravens and crows that rested atop of the graveyards took flight upon hearing the reverberating noises of different devil transformations. (Y/N) recognized most of them, as he turned to stare directly at the army behind Makima, composed of the weapon devils Pochita had fought last time. Power took a step forwards, a cut on her wrists already made her block trickle down towards the ground.

Makima walked at them ever so calmly, the overarching figure of the Zombie Devil appearing right behind her just like last time, and just like that, almost from every grave of the place sprouted a zombie ready to fight, approaching them rapidly, some of them even grabbed the gravestones and crosses in order to use them as weapons.