Even In The Next Life

⛓Devilmen⛓

*WARNING: Mature content ahead, proceed at own risk*
[Contains: Exophilia, Size Difference, Masturbation, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Large Cock, Cum]

  On the TV, Ryo was speaking in English with some man sat next to him. I only understood the Japanese subtitles, and I got up to get a drink of water.

  "Hey." I came back as Akira was setting the vial back onto the coffee table. "Do demons really not have hearts?" He asked as Ryo sat across from him.

  "They do. But...." Ryo hardly paused in typing on his laptop as I remained in the doorway. "they have no conscience to care about others."

  "Conscience?" Akira tilted his head as the TV screen began to show footage from a Sabbath party. The footage and music were supposed to trigger something since Akira had drank the vial's contents, but Ryo's explanation of it had mostly gone over my head.

  "Things like consideration, mercy, empathy, and love." On screen, someone was going around and stabbing people with a broken bottle.

  "But those two were...." He trailed off before grabbing his head and clenching his jaw. I glanced at Ryo, but he was totally calm, so I assumed this is what was supposed to happen. Akira held his head while groaning, and his shirt ripped off as two large wings protruded from his back. He rose to his feet as his body completely changed, and I finally got to see what Akira looked like as a devil.

  He roared, punching the glass between him and Ryo as the blond just sat there. Akira's skin was dark with those stripes I had seen before, but his legs were covered in fur and his feet were clawed and a bit like a bird's. He had claws on his hands as well, horns on his forehead, what looked like wings on the sides of his head, and his entire body was gigantic. If Ryo had a normal apartment instead of this vast one, Akira wouldn't be able to stand up like he was.

  "Good." Ryo got up from the couch as Akira was still punching the thick glass and causing fractures to form. "Make him drink the liquid, and I'll get the footage out." The blond calmly said while standing by a window. "When he turns into a demon and escapes outside, get rid of him. The footage will spread around the world." He continued as Akira was still punching the glass. It was fracturing like a spider's web, but it wasn't shattering as it kept him contained.

  There was a mad look in Akira's eyes, and I figured it had to do with whatever Ryo had made him drink. His monkey-like tail was swaying behind him as his body put so much force into getting out of the glass box Ryo had specially made.

  "Taiyo, keep an eye on him. I have work to do still." The blond picked up his laptop from the couch before he went upstairs. Akira tried to pounce on him when he walked by, but he crashed into the glass instead. Drinking from my water, I tried to remain calm as I walked over and the Devilman's attention turned to me. He snarled at first as I sat down, coiling before he tried to jump on me.

  The glass stopped him, and he raked his claws down the cracked glass to look me in the eye. Pulling my legs up onto the couch, I just looked back at him as he slowly stopped growling at me. Holding my water in my lap, I studied how the devil in Akira looked. It looked a lot like the Devilman from the old anime, but seeing this in real life was much different than some old show on TV.

  Akira was massive, nothing but muscle, claws, wings, and fur, and I could see how he could accidentally terrify people if they just glanced at him. But I knew Akira, and the way he was looking at me even in such a berserk state had a spark of familiarity that I just couldn't be scared. Akira was still Akira, even if his body was different now.

  Drinking from my water, I watched as the Devilman was trying to sniff at me through the glass. I wasn't sure if he could actually smell me or not, but it was better than him growling at me. A giant smirk then played onto his face, showing his sharp teeth as he hungrily licked his lips. 'What the....' I mentally trailed off as my brows furrowed, seeing him spread his legs shoulder-width apart.