Hey ya'll! I'm back after my three month break from writing, and I can't wait to share this one with all of you! Devilman Crybaby was incredible! I just had to write something on it! So hence, this was made. Of course, anime spoilers are here, and it's graphic. Anything involving this anime is graphic. But I'm super psyched to write it, and I'm super psyched for you all to read it! So let's get to it!

I hope you all enjoy chapter one!


She had never been scared before. She had never had a reason. Always she had had her holy sword and the Lord on her side, but now, she was human. And humans feel fear.

Although, she had been human since that day seventeen years ago, the same day that he was also reborn into the world. But she had grown up in a loving household, and a good community, so she had never really felt much reason to fear. Life was good, and God was on her side. God was never not on her side, but whatever was in the building in front of her was certainly not 'good'. Theoretically, she had seen nearly as many evils as God himself, but a human brain could only hold so much. She lost a lot of memories when she incarnated.

She gulped, taking a mechanical first step into the building. If only she had her sword, if only she was still immortal. But there wasn't any time to think about it. He was going to be here, this is where it would start. If she wasn't here, there would be no point to her becoming human in the first place.

The descent down the stairs unnerved her even farther, the painted directional arrows leading her ominously deeper. Muted music, heavy and maddening, reached her ears as she lowered herself off the final step. Her breathing came shaky, her throat cinching, as she pushed open the door and stepped inside.

She very nearly screamed.

She couldn't stand the sight that met her, but at the same time she found it impossible to tear her eyes away. And it only got worse as her eyes adjusted to the blazing neon lights.

The room seemed to be in a haze, although there wasn't so much as a single puff of smoke. The bodies were rocking in crazed, obscene dances while the air was pungent with the stench of booze. The clothes these people were wearing...they could hardly be called clothes! And that was just the ones that were even wearing clothes! Body parts hung out everywhere, and nobody seemed to care! Even worse, there were people...banging. Everywhere her eyes darted, there was at least three groups participating in some sort of sex or orgy. And she didn't have to see the actual pills, although they were there, to know that nearly everyone in a crowded, gaping room was high.

Her knees went weak and she collapsed against the wall, somehow having moved well away from the door. She had seen it before, she was sure she had, but never from inside. She had never in her time as a human or an angel been inside such a cesspool of humanity. There was bile surging in her throat.

"Heeeey cutie!"

She forced herself to look up, hands cupped around her mouth for fear of vomiting. The woman who spoke was too close for comfort, and even less dressed for it. Maybe, maybe Uriel could have accepted it, had the woman's breasts not been dangling out of an unzipped leather jacket. She couldn't bring herself to respond despite the fact that the woman continued to shout at her.

"Did ya drink too much for yer first time? Or are the drugs making ya nauseous? It'll pass, I promise! But whaddya think? If ya want, I could send ya all the way to heaven tonight!"

Uriel cringed. Man or women, it didn't matter. The idea of doing such a thing with a stranger at all made her want to run away. She had never wanted to run away before.

Shaking her head wildly, she stumbled away from the advancing woman and desperately scanned for a place to sit. When she did, it was next to a couple slobbering all over each others' mouths, but at least they weren't getting it on. She dropped her head in her hands and let out a shuddering breath.

There is sin in humanity, she knew. Humanity chose to turn away from God a long time ago, and continued to do so because they were imperfect beings, but this imperfect? She had heard so many stories in her life as a human, on the news and through the internet, but she hadn't really understood. As an angel, too, she saw so much, but the weight of it had been lost on her. It was simply another great disobedience back then. Now that she was in it, though, it was so much more than simply disobedience to the one on high. It was an utter degradation of life itself. A wretched poisoning of the soul. She wondered if it was even possible for her to stay. If she did, would she be poisoned, too?

"Yeah….rlfriend ju..dumped him."

It was faint, diced by the roar of the crowd, but that voice! She knew that voice!

With relief flowing through her, she lifted her head to search for the owner. Blonde, pale, decked in white….he was here. Ryo. That is what he went by as a human, wasn't it? He was finally here, with the human Akira accompanying him, and a shirtless girl making out with Akira.

Without a moment to waste, Uriel threw herself in the masses to make her way to them. Twice, she very nearly lost them. Once out of the sheer number of people in the crowd, and the other because a man tried to grope 'down there'. She had had to pause and serve him up a punishing kick to the stomach. But when the two targets finally sat down, she was able to catch up. It was all she could do to ignore the orgy going on just a few feet away from them.

"Th-This is your first time here," she gasped to Akira. When he shook his head that he couldn't hear, she repeated her words louder. This time, he nodded. "It's mine, too! Do you mind if I sit here with you?"

Ryo was giving her a stare that she swore was dissecting her, but Akira motioned that she could, so she sat on Ryo's other side. The other thing was going on on Akira's side, after all.

"I'm Uriel!" she introduced, holding her hand out across Ryo. Akira took her hand and introduced himself back.

"So why are you here, Uriel?"

She gave him a pained grin. "I was hoping to meet someone! What about you?"

"He's here to help me with something," Ryo butted in.

She glanced up at him, unsure of what to do next. She'd done it, she'd engaged with them. But what about Ryo? It had been so long since they last talked, so many thousands of years. He couldn't recognize her, could he? No, he didn't have his memories. Even when he did recall who he was, he wouldn't remember it all.

"So what's that?" she decided to ask.

His eyes remained unsmiling on her as he said, "I'm going to summon a demon."

Of course, she already knew that. And she knew what was going to happen next, too. Suddenly, she wanted to leave again. The lure was oh so strong. She could forget the mission, forget Ryo and Akira. Actually, she didn't even have to do that! She could just turn heal and walk away right now, then meet up with them later and use their previous encounter as a way to integrate herself into their lives. But if she didn't stay, if she didn't force herself to be a part of the bigger picture, Ryo likely wouldn't let her in. She had to force his acceptance, and being a surviving witness of tonight would get her that.

When he stood to grab the bottle, she met Akira's eyes. "He's quite eccentric!"

Panicking, he only briefly nodded to her before leaping to his feet to follow his friend. Said friend of his had already began stabbing his victims. People were slow to notice, the screams swallowed up by the psychedelic music blaring over people's groaning voices, but after a number of assaults others began to break bottles and bare fists.

She couldn't help the tears when they came. She was already such a wreck, and now people were in pain! People were dying! Ryo had not been careful with any of his strikes; many had sunk into vital organs, and people were dropping like flies around him.

And that's when the first one happened. It was the girl that had been kissing Akira earlier. Her ear-piercing, unnatural scream was enough to draw the attentions of those around her even through the deafening noise. As the girl's body began to morph, Uriel raised to her feet. She couldn't do anything. Sure, she could call upon God to banish these demons, but this was meant to happen. Surely He would listen if she prayed, but this was something that had to pass. There was purpose.

So she threw herself where she knew it would be safest. She grabbed the terrified Akira by the arm and stuck close, running when he ran and standing when he stood. Between his bouts of frozen terror and stumbling after Ryo, he would every now and again pause to shakily assure her that everything was going to be fine, that everything was going to be over soon and she would be safe, all while streams of water streaked down his face. In response, she smiled up at him through her own tears. He had such a good heart. If only he wasn't a part of all of this.

"Come, Amon! Now's your chance!"

Her throat constricted when she heard those words

"Posses Akira!"

Again, she had her moment of doubt. What if she shielded him? What if she saved this poor soul from being merged with the demon? It would be so simple. A couple words of prayer, a blessing or two…

Ryo being crushed by the body of a shot-dead demon snapped her from her thoughts, and she started her plan. Before even Akira could react, she flung herself away from him and towards Ryo, demons closing in behind her as she went. Her legs carried her faster than she'd thought possible as she fled to Ryo, the thought of the demons behind her pushing her forward almost to the point of tripping. She didn't dare glance back.

Without seeing it, she could hear it. The demons, the evil, the screeching bloodlust, and at last, Akira's transformation. That familiar wail of a human's very soul being attacked...and knowing whose soul was under siege didn't make it any better to listen to.

Her knees gave out when she reached Ryo and she collapsed next to the trapped figure, gasping unevenly for breath. He glanced up, and her down, and for a second they locked eyes. Each stared back with an identical, glassy blue gaze. Then the nearness of a malformed body in her peripheral vision forced her eyes away.

Her heart nearly stopped when she came face to fang with an enormous mouth drooling venom. Instinctively, she threw her arms around the trapped Ryo and prepared for pain.

But a resounding roar reverberated throughout the chambers and suddenly, it was raining. Raining warm, sticky, yellow blood. It soaked through the white cotton of her shirt and weighed down her normally pale hair with its putrid pus color, sending a foully offensive odor throughout the room.

Slowly, she lifted herself away from Ryo, her hand shaking as she pushed her bloodied hair away from her face to see Akira. He'd turned. It was done. Now she just had to wait for him to destroy the demons so the three of them could make their escape from the now flaming building.

She had succeeded with what she had come to do, but the fact hardly made her happy. All this death, all this destruction….why? Why was this necessary? But she couldn't allow those thoughts to linger. God was almighty, and she was simply one of many of his messengers. It would be ridiculous to question His judgements. So she choked down those traitorous thoughts and simply cried, breaking down under the curiously attentive eyes of the blonde man trapped beneath the demon corpse.


Okay, so I'm gonna start by saying that yes, she's an angel, and yes she's a believer, but the religion aspect may not be entirely 100% accurate. I'll try my best to present it well and clearly, but actual Christianity and Devilman Crybaby's God and such don't exactly line up precisely, so I hope I don't offend anyone. I usually try to avoid religion in my works, but there's no helping it with this one. But what do you all think? Was the first chapter good? What's your impression of Uriel? I can't wait to hear from you, and I plan on posting the next chapter soon!

Till then, Kisses from SnowyNeko! :3 MEOW!