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knife devil

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"my bloods a little toxic, by the way."

upon closer inspection, the knife devil had a bit of flesh under the surface. it all appeared to be pierced flesh by its own knifes, the holes would close up whenever a knife exited the main body. they clattered to the floor uselessly as sora blocked them with her arm. "now, that's no fun.. what is that? certainly no power of the death devil." you swallowed nervously as aizawa looked at you with suspicion. "alright man, that's enough. didn't anyone ever tell you snitches get stitches?!" you leaped off the rooftop and grabbed him by the handle of one of the knifes, just as you did though, the handle became sharp and your hand was cut into. you didn't budge though.

"hey, play fair!" you leveraged yourself above him, using the knife handles like rock climbing guides before decisively kicking him down to the earth. kinda hard to fight a floating devil.

you positioned a leg to kick him as you landed, but sora grabbed you last minute and placed you on the ground near him instead. for good reason too, because his body had twisted and morphed inside out. now, all the knives were facing sharp side out. his flesh breathed and blood dripped onto the floor. "dude, you're so gross." then, his flesh bulged out. an arm of knives flying toward you as you reinforced your arm with black matter and blocked the hit. "double gross!" another arm began to bulge out, so you got serious. a half sickle forming in your hand as you sliced the arm you were currently blocking clean off. the arm hit the floor and the knives retracted into the skin. it wailed in pain and struck harder with the second arm, you simply blocked it with your sickle and deflected the attack, the arm whipping back and sending knives into the nearby buildings as it did.

"do all devil hunters talk as much as you?" it growled, swinging its arm aimlessly at you as you dodged under it simply, swaying to the side as it dove for your organs and spinning to avoid the arm splitting to wrap around you. "no, not really! this is my job, though. so, i kinda have to show off!"

"that's unfortunate, because i'll be taking that artifact in your chest first!" you sliced the other arm off when you finally got the opportunity, but another four popped out as soon as you did. you eyed the rooftop you left aizawa on to see him watching intently, you were glad too because it was about to get gross. sora held off two of the arms and you were able to cut off the third. the fourth snaked around your waist and pulled you off the ground. the tips of each knife stabbing into you from all sides as it pulled you close to its nasty face. you heard a brief sound of panic from aizawa that you could barely discern from the ringing in your ears as his scarf shot out to a lamp post so he could swing down. you coughed and spat up blood, before a gentle snickered escaped your lips. it eyed you curiously and you noticed its face was made of kitchen drawers.

"my bloods a little toxic, by the way."

the blood seeping onto the knives and exposed flesh of the knife devil started to simmer, before it steamed and the knife devil began screaming and thrashing around. thats when shota swung in, kicking the devil across the face while it was distracted. it released you and you fell to the floor limply. "sora, protect aizawa." she obeyed, trapping the man against a building despite his shouts of displeasure. you turned your body as best as you could before biting a chunk of the flesh from its amputated arm laying on the floor beside you. "even nasty devil flesh tastes good when i see that pain on your face!" your wounds recovered as you sucked the blood out of his flesh, spitting the dehydrated meat onto the floor. without a second thought, you charged for him with one of the knives he had missed shooting at you earlier. you located the pulsating pink flesh of his brain. pain receptors going so wild his own brain was twitching.

the knife struck his head and all the knives in his body shot out like needles on a porcupine. you laughed, maniacally. an undeniable joy filling you as you killed, happy to feed another devil soul to yumi. you dragged the dull blade as hard as you could until you split the entire devil in half. it exploded in a mess of viscera and blood, pink and purple guts spilling onto the floor as the discarded knives melted to ash. including the ones that landed in your body from its final attack. you hit the floor knees first, aizawa walking up with a look of concern. "you alright?" you put the back of your hand to your mouth as you suppressed a gag. "i will be, in a second." you dipped your hands into the mess of guts and spilled organs, filling them up with blood before tipping your head back and drinking it. you gagged but held it in. "what was that big talk about his flesh being tasty, huh?" aizawa asked, and you got the feeling he was teasing you. "hey, you gotta do what you gotta do. still, anything beats devil blood." he elbowed you. "we'll get you some gear. could probably have spare blood on your hero costume. and even if not that, a syringe would be better. i'd rather you drink mine than that." you gave him a grateful look. "i'd appreciate that, if it isn't much trouble." he flicked your head. "quit sayin' that. i'm getting tired of hearing it. you're no trouble at all." you turned to face the mess of guts once more. "this is a bit of trouble though, i'll admit." he eyed the goop and guts.

"i have a solution, but it isn't pretty."

you and aizawa spent the rest of the shift patrolling while sora got to have.. well let's call it a midnight snack. you checked in with tsukauchi at the end of the shift while aizawa met with nezu to update him on situation.

either you weren't the only devil that crossed into this world, or the dimension devil was reborn in hell with a grudge. you hoped for the former despite all evidence pointing to the latter. then you and aizawa reconvened outside of the police station to walk home.

"all in all, i'd say your strengths are in dodging and parrying. you're good at playing defensive offense, but you seem to struggle with how to initiate combat head on and only focus on retaliation once combat has already begun. which is convenient for this line of work, but not a habit you want to grow too comfortable with. you should also know that you have to be careful not to kill anyone, so you might wanna refrain from using your weapons against humans considering they're deadly as well as toxic. it's an effective strategy if you're fighting to kill, but in this world you'll be fighting to incapacitate." you nodded in understanding as you two kept pace, walking home. "i'd suggest working on what you did to block his attacks at first, reinforcing your body with matter so you can exert your full strength without consequence. what is your hand to hand combat like?" you sweatdropped. "not great." he nodded. "then we'll start there, and by the time school rolls around you'll be in a better position to apply your skills as a hero instead of a devil hunter." he stopped in his tracks and you stopped too, turning around to look at him. your brows laced with confusion. "what is it?"

"just one last thing, thank you." you blinked in surprise and almost didn't realized what he was referring to. "oh! it's uh, nothing at all. haha." you closed your eyes and rubbed your neck bashfully and he started walking and before you even realized he was swinging from lamppost to lamppost with his scarf. by the time you did, he was more than a few paces ahead of you.

"wait- ugh! you jackass!"

he laughed quietly to himself, leaving you in the dust.

"man. i really need some kinda movement ability."

"i have a solution, but it isn't pretty."
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