Guns N' Roses

Pestilence doesn't want to save the world. She doesn't want revenge, power, or peace.

She wants to die.

Not out of sadness. Out of boredom.

As the immortal Pestilence Devil-a walking colony of plague and biomass-she's survived everything. Bullets. Blades. Devils twice her size. Even Death itself couldn't be bothered to really try with her.

So now she works at Public Safety. Killing devils for sport. Using civilians as meat shields. Driving her colleagues insane with her Deadpool-level chaos and her complete lack of survival instinct.

She's the most hated hunter in the bureau.

And she couldn't care less.

Enter Yoru. The War Devil. A horseman who lives to kill and breathes destruction.

Pestilence has never met anyone who actually wants her dead.

Now she's obsessed.

Throwing herself into Yoru's attacks. Reforming with a grin. Asking for more. Because for the first time in centuries, someone is trying to end her and doing it in front of her face.

Yoru is annoyed. Confused. And secretly? A little impressed.

But Pestilence isn't looking for love. She's looking for the one thing she can never have:

A death that sticks.

And Yoru might just be crazy enough to give it to her.

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Notes:

Yoru won't enter the scene until after the ending of the Control Devil Arc. This fanfic would be focused on both premises and parts of the Chainsaw Man franchise. Please bear with me and enjoy some steamy stuff with Makima while Yoru is waiting on the sidelines.