Chapter Eight

Hear me out for a sec, I know it hasn't even been a full 24 hours yet, but I can confidently say becoming a whole new, different, powerful being has been such an experience that I cannot easily put it in words.

There was the unimaginable power, the subtle compulsions, and most importantly; the unrealistic freedom that came with it...

Would you look at that? I'm capable of putting it in words.

Where there was an inclination to think before I say or act in consideration for World and the ones around me, now, I don't need to give a damn about what anyone says unless they've got more dakka than me.

(Crazy right?)

I guess this was how the Greek gods—if they do exist—used to feel back then: having all the power without the checks and balances.

However, I still feel the need to be careful as there is truth to that popular American saying… Erm, what was it again?

Come on, skull face—which is also very handsome—remember that annoying English class with the hot mixed-foreign teacher.

Oh right!

Power-ups corrupt and absolute power-ups corrupts absolutely… And one can never taste their tomorrow... Or is coal their tomorrow? Or maybe it's dough? Hmm, could be wrong on both though: I've never been much of a philosopher anyway.

One would think with my line of thinking this would be the start of my villain arc or my ascension as an undisputed overlord.

Unfortunately or fortunately for some that's simply not me.

Living as a ruler sounds nice and all, but I can't see myself sustaining that kind of lifestyle…Unlike a certain Bone Daddy, I ain't got an inbuilt emotional suppressor to deal with the heat that comes with the seat.

(Oh, now that's rhyming right there!)

Besides, all things considered, I see myself to be a chill... Vasto Lorde.

Even when I was still human, people—or at least, my parents—don't use the word eccentric to describe me as a person.

Was I nerdy? Yes.

I unfortunately lacked the requirement to make it in any of my school's sports teams.

No jock here, yes sire~

(Damn it, like that's a good thing)

I wasn't handsome enough to swoon the girls in my class…There is a reason why I always head home immediately after school festival, ya know?

Urgh, now that I'm a Devil it's wizard all the way, ain't it?

(D-DAMMIT ALL… … …!)

Hah… Alright, I'm good, I'm calm… Chill as a koala.

In any case, I have needs and wants just like every other teenager my age.

So does becoming a Vasto Lorde change anything for me in the long run? Definitely, but not much as everything remains the same… FOR NOW.

Then again, in the long run I now have the capability of getting whatever the hell it is I want…

Whoa, now I feel like that came out wrong.

I'm not gonna be all 'rip and shred until it's done'—not when there are other subtle yet FUN ways to achieve the same results.

Of course, all that hinges on the fact that the humans don't push me to the point of doing something… RASH.

But let's not kid ourselves—this is CHAINSAW MAN.

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At first glance, the room seemed serene, yet the tension in the air was so sharp the air itself screeched while feeling as thick as mud.

To clarify, I'm not releasing my Reiatsu; I'm intentionally reigning it in as instincts and meta-knowledge warned me that releasing it in my current mindset would be fatal for everyone within the building.

The tension came from the ones beside me at the table.

The bastards who were all too busy exchanging looks, unceasingly clearing throats, doing all they could not to look straight at my face.

They are scared and were right to be.

Eh~ it's not like their actions weren't without reason.

I'm still torn between the urge to just rip them to shreds for the stupid stunt they'd pulled back then or laugh at how ridiculous these so-called 'Men-of-Power' appeared to be without their protection.

Maybe it's because I'm not from this World or maybe it's because I already have an outside view of… CHAINSAW MAN. But there was something funny about all this; like an exaggeration coming from both the humans and the Devils that makes me want to laugh and play along.

Be it their happiness, sadness, anger, hatred; to me it all just seems like a funny yet bad joke even though I know it's not.

I don't want to fall into the trap of 'they're fake but I'm real' trope.

At least, I've read enough mangas and light novels to not start doing so—but these people are making it hard for me.

'Anyways…' I internally cut the unnecessary musing to one of more importance, 'How am I to deal with these bozos?'

What they've done had absolved me of any obligation to act chummy with them—not like I want to in the first place—Denji, who was my age, had been put through so much by the Government that it made me question why hasn't he not upped and sided with the Devils yet.

At least, they'll treat him with more respect than his fellow humans ever did.

However, what their actions have given me the leverage to is to 'tease' them a bit due to the fact I'm the one who's holding the Kings and Queens: but I won't play the fool and count them out just yet.

Not while they still have that one nasty Ace: the Control Devil: Makima.

With the way their eyes sporadically glanced at their watches and towards the door while impatiently tapping their feet all but confirmed one thing for me.

'Urg, looks like I won't have to wait long to encounter another of the CHAINSAW MAN's cast.'

Somehow I could feel my non-existent lips stretch into a smirk.

'Down inner nerd, now's time to see if all those VS arguments mean something around here...'

Meanwhile, a sudden grunt from the Claymore Devil sliced through the room's tension like the bladed malevolence it is.

"What is it, Claymore?"

"Eh, what about the little squirt?" The Bladed Devil inquired, "She sure is taking long with that dump of hers..."

'Oh, right…'

It was after some minutes when I had… Well, killed that Devil Hunter, Renji or whatever the hell his name was—I won't deceive myself by saying he has a possibility of surviving being shot away like a human bullet.

'Why do I not feel anything about that?'

Akane-chan had asked to be excused to go wet her whistle—yes, I know my grammar—or in layman terms; she had to go take a dump.

That wasn't surprising seeing the amount of food she had eaten hours prior. Candidly speaking, I half-suspected that Akane-chan's stomach might be connected to a black hole.

Thankfully, that wasn't the case; it was simply a case of grief-eating… If that was a term that even exists in the dictionary.

In any case…

"Language!"

"You do know I'm a fucking Devil, eh Bossman?"

"But at the moment, you're my sword."

(As in bladed weapon NOT whatever it is going through your dirty minds, crazy Gen-Zs!)

"Eh, fair enough—wait, that's besides the point!"

A monstrous looking face wriggled out of the pseudo-Zanpakuto and eyed the squirming officials in gleeful malevolence.

"Sure these lambs aren't up to something?"

"Do you think I'm naïve, Claymore? When dealing with humans I always assume that they're up to something…" I said without any consideration for those sited at the table.

"If anything, it's kind of like their mofo…"

I took a moment to consider an annoying but possible scenario and swerved my head towards the humans.

"Alright ladies and gents here and 'not here'. I know we're still in the 'trying to feel each other out' stage and all that. But it seems I have to let you in on a skill of mine to prevent the possibility of me FLAYING the skins of everyone here and destroying this country. I've got a sensory ability that'll let me keep an eye on things I want… Take it as you will."

"Oh…? Ooooh~ so that's how you were able to find all those Devils… You know, Bossman." Claymore Devil said after a moment of absolute silence, "I almost want these humans to play the idiot ball just for the fun of it."

I sighed—and sent a surge of [Raiko] kido sending the Devil to a howling spree.

'Alright that's enough out of you."

"Ow… You never know, Bossman… Keep that up and I just might end up liking it."

My body twitched as certain 'depraved' images flashed by my memory.

A trauma born from the evolution of the internet and its intrusive ads.

"Do that, and I'll be looking for another blade…"

On the other side of the table, one of the officials gulped and eyed the others as if waiting for some kind of explanation, but I didn't bother to put any thought to it—not when half of my attention was focused on Akane-chan.

I wasn't lying when I told them that I had a sensory skill keeping an eye on Akane-chan: just as with Devils, Humans while not having any form of Reiryoku possess a soul. So while stuff like sensing power-levels would be a no-no, the search skill was still able of keeping track of where they are… But.

"Hmm…?"

I was content with sensing Akane-chan's presence which drew closer minutes ago; surrounded by people who were observing her from a distance.

Now I am sensing the presence of another right beside her; it was the presence of something unknown.

My non-existent brows furrowed as I crossed my arms akimbo.

'Who or what is that? Is that even a person? Doesn't feel human to me... Could it be a Devil?'

I eyed the Claymore Devil for a moment and then clicked my tongue.

'Doesn't seem like it…'

A sudden conjecture made my body instinctively straighten up.

'Wait, could it be.'

I had an idea on who that BEING was and it made sense from a certain viewpoint.

'Urgh, dammit…'

Could it be an ability that wasn't written on her profile or was it something stated in the Author's Q and A I hadn't bothered checking? In truth, I never read that trivia stuff so I would never know.

I couldn't help but wonder about how I wasn't able to sense that her presence until now.

Was it her soul being on a different wavelength? Or a soul-hiding ability… Or maybe, I wasn't paying enough attention.

'Day one, and I'm already getting too complacent… Power levels shouldn't be everything, ya fool.'

Thank the stars I'm not in Bleach and I am certainly not weak, because what I did was stupid with a capital S.

Hah… Now I'm not sure what to do now…

'Should I just kill everyone here and leave?'

If they were civilians, I would be having some moral quandary on what I was about to do from both my Human and Hollow side. But these people were part of a system willing to sacrifice their thousands of their population to protect their self-interest.

Cleaning the government would be a virtuous act when looked at it from that perspective.

But…

'What if I simply let things play as they are.'

Maybe it's because I wasn't feeling any noticeable change in Akane-chan's soul, but I can certainly extend this much olive branch as I don't think such a conniving government would be so stupid as to sabotage themselves at this stage.

Or they would, but I just don't want to think of them as stupid.

Or maybe it's because I'm kind of interested in meeting the famed Makima on her terms… And then crush her in a humiliating defeat.

I let out an interested hum.

'That sounds more fun when I look at it that way…'

A sudden bell chime straightened the officials up as confident smiles bloomed at their faces while their attention turned towards the door.

'Alright then, show me what you got… Control Devil.'

And without any further ado, the stars of the show waltzed right in.

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It was impulse that led Makima to taking the stairs rather than the elevator; an unexplainable curiosity that made her take the east wing route rather than the west wing as she headed for the meeting point.

On the way, Makima paused to regard the wrecked clothing stall, marred by lots of blood and bits of flesh that smelled human.

Judging by how recent it seemed and by the mourning Devil Hunter she had passed by a while ago, Makima reckons this to be the remains of the Devil Hunter Renji, who had been killed by the strange Devil.

'The one who'd served as bait…'

According to reports, this peculiar Devil seemed to be unlike any of the Devils met or hunted by the Bureau. Information gleaned from eyewitness accounts and some hours ago, Kishibe-san, had all but surmised the Devil to lack a distinct malevolence towards humanity.

Makima wasn't someone to believe such hogwash—if it weren't for the fact that Kishibe-san was the one vouching for the Devil. Which to put 'under-exaggeratedly'; was something she never thought would happen in her lifetime.

Even Makima—who had been groomed towards the betterment of this country—was still regarded with cautiousness from Japan's strongest Devil Hunter.

Kishibe-san never trusted her and probably never will.

But it was that same Kishibe-san who—after a single fight—vouched for a Devil's sincerity.

Makima's chest felt strangely heavy.

"Tsk…"

Somehow that felt… Annoying.

'Does that Devil specialize in hypnosis or something of that sort…? No, I can't see Kishibe-san falling for something as asinine as mind control. There's probably a trick to it.'

Maybe the Devil in question was a fellow Primal or maybe… a transcendental Devil, which could explain a lot.

"…!"

The sudden sound of movement from behind triggered Makima into schooling her expression to a smile as she turned towards the Devil Hunter she had left behind.

"Kishibe-san."

"Sneaky little shit… You do know I'm your handler for today, right? Oh, who am I kidding? Of course, you do." The strongest Devil Hunter grunted while rubbing the back of his head, "Why don't you do both of us a favor and stop making my work more difficult than it already is."

"I'll be sure to keep your suggestion in mind," Makima said and continued without pause. "So what do you think of the stunt our mysterious Devil just pulled?"

"…So that's why you took this route, then."

Without waiting for an answer, Kishibe turned to regard the macabre scene.

"It always depends on the narrative. In this case, who do you think threw the first punch?"

Makima's brow minutely twitched.

'That's how he sees it.'

On the outside though, she chuckled.

"Ouch. Cold-hearted, much? That's your fellow man being killed right there."

"Spare me the crap, people die every day…" Kishibe sarcastically scoffed, "It's not like you care though."

"Well, that's because I'm me."

"A snotty little brat?"

"No, a Devil."

"… You're the one who said it, not me."

"Do you care?"

"They don't pay me to…"

The journey onwards was silent—that is until Makima sported something that stood in contrast yet similar to the ambient scenery; it was a girl a bit younger than the Devil's physical age walking ahead sluggishly.

Something like this normally wouldn't have concerned Makima, if it weren't for Kishibe-san's reaction.

"Goddammit… What the hell is that kid doing here all by herself?!"

Makima blinked in surprise.

'Hmm?'

Now THAT certainly had her attention.

"Who is she?"

"… Who is she? Didn't you read the reports?"

"… …"

She didn't deign to answer to that.

It was a weakness Makima was sure Kishibe-san was aware of; her inability to identify unimpressionable people; she is only able to describe their facial features if they were of interest to her—for the others the image wouldn't stick if she were to so much as turn away.

The best she could do was identify this kind of people were by their mannerism or voice—not their face.

'I'll have to work on this liability… Someday.'

Thankfully, it took a second before Kishibe-san realized his mistake.

"… Right, I'd forgotten you have that. Anyway, that's Akane Sawatari; a victim of the Mosquito Devil, and currently the charge of our guest. To be clear, you don't get to enthrall her… At least, until you've proven to be able to do so with her guardian."

"Fair enough."

Makima took a moment to contemplate on the information and then strode towards the girl with an 'impish' plan in mind.

"What're you planning this time?" Kishibe called from behind.

"I'm going to make an acquaintance… Now, no need to look so disturbed, Kishibe-san."

Makima internally suppressed a smile at the sight of the Hunter's face.

"As instructed I won't do anything to her, yet. I'll simply be practicing my communication skills."

"Which are damn well shitty by the way." Kishibe sighed and ran a hand across his weary face. "Alright out with it. You just want to mess with me, right?"

Makima neither affirmed nor refuted as that was pretty much half the gist of it. The other half was because she was getting rather interested in the mysterious Devil in question.

A Devil who doesn't kill humans.

A Devil capable of ostensible empathy.

A Devil more powerful than Japan's own strongest Hunter.

…A Devil of an unknown Fear.

The Control Devil's lips spread into a smile.

Now that's something of GREAT interest.

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There was a subtle yet sudden change in Akane-chan's demeanor as she scuttled over with a strange gleam in her eyes which made my stomach churn.

Of course, I'm glad for that she's happy (I'm not a monster you know) and would have been content in calling this a somewhat improvement… If it weren't for the foreboding premonition.

'But what could it be…?'

Then she dropped the bombshell.

"Devil-chan!"

"Hrrk?!"

"Huh…?!"

It was certainly a monumental occasion—fit to be written in history books—as both humans and Devil in the room wheezed together in shock.

A very confused me blinked once—then twice and looked around, before pointing back at myself.

"Um, Akane-chan. Are you perhaps referring to me?"

The little Himeno-chan future killer nodded.

"… …"

"… …"

"… …"

And that unleashed an annoying cackle from the Claymore Devil.

"Pft… Bwa-hahahahahahahahahahaha…! I can't believe this kid; Devil-chan~" Claymore Devil gasped, "Now that's gold?!"

Fortunately for Claymore, I was still in the process of rebooting my Hollow CPU as I struggled to comprehend where THAT had come from.

'Is this how Kazuma felt when Megumi called his katana, Chunchunmaru?'

A chuckle prompted me to sigh and turn towards the only culpable culprit for this certain predicament who stood by the door.

"Is this your doing, Control Devil?"

Wearing a cute yet obviously fake smile was a strange yet familiar girl of probably 14 years in age. One could describe the strange yet familiar girl as cute and be done with it, if it weren't for her strange ringed eyes.

There's no denying those facial features, she was—until Bomb Devil came along—the undisputed waifu of the series.

Makima; the Control Devil.

The girl's expression changed to one of faint surprise, even Kishibe, who was entering the room, paused to regard me in a different light.

"Huh," Makima blinked eerily, "So you know who I am?"

She turned to look at Kishibe with a questioning look in her eyes.

"I didn't know he was aware of vital information… Any ideas, Kishibe-san?"

"Don't look at me, I didn't tell him." Kishibe deflected as he stuffed both his hands into his jacket's pockets.

"Like every hardworking Public Servant, I like my paycheck not being docked just because I'm too much of a blabbermouth… Which I'm not by the way."

Makima hummed as the intrigue on her face became more apparent.

"We'll get to that in due time…"

With confident steps, the Primal Devil strutted towards me.

"Though it seems you are aware of what I am, we still haven't been properly introduced yet. I am Makima of the Public Safety Commission… And I am also the Control Devil. You are?"

The room once again silent like a graveyard as the ball was now in my court.

Everyone within this room and the ones not in this room wants to know WHO and WHAT I am.

To tell the truth, I want to know that as well.

I still don't know if I am a Devil or not; my memories of Kidos and Hollow techniques may say one thing, but the World where I am and my place of origin says another.

I may be Devil or I may not—I couldn't bring myself to care; it's not like I'll be telling them the truth either way.

During that line of thought, a plan lit up within me that made me grin.

'I'm not a fan of word games… Eh, screw this. I might as well use this to tilt things massively to my favor.'

So with a smile she certainly couldn't see I said, "NOPE."

"Pft—sorry, excuse me."

Kishibe's mirthful outburst reached no one as the room zeroed mainly on what I had said or rather what I did not say.

Makima's expression faltered for a moment.

"… Excuse me?"

"You're excused. And for the record, I said nooooppeeeee~"

I stood up and walked towards the Control Devil with my Zanpakuto in hand.

"That you're here means the Japanese government has rejected my hand of friendship as I'd offered and wants to subjugate me instead."

"I did say things weren't gonna be so simple, didn't I?" Kishibe airily shrugged.

"Well, sorry for putting hope in this damn country." I snapped and sighed, "So how do we both make a contract in the form of a game?"

"…A contract?"

"Yeah, nothing dangerous of course. It's gonna be a fun game; a little high stake but I'm sure you'll love it."

(Anyway, I know this is the 1900s and all but I sure hope games were still a thing around here; this world would be a living hell without it.)

The Control Devil took a minute to contemplate.

"What are the terms?"

"Interested?"

"Just piqued."

"Good! The terms are simple; we will try to make the other do the one thing they've never done since our conception: abilities are allowed, winner gets to decide the outcome of this meeting. Do you accept?"

"… …"

Seeing the contemplative look on her face, I continued.

"Look at it this way; you win and Japan gets a Devil under its control… I win and that confirms that Japan's trump-card isn't enough to deal with me."

The edge of Makima's lip crooked as I internally smirked.

'Yeah, that's it. No one—except you're some kind of monk—likes being looked down. ESPECIALLY when that person's the Control Devil.'

"So what do you think of the offer, Kishibe-san?" Makima asked her companion.

"Way to push the responsibility, brat… Accept it."

Kishibe scrubbed his head in irritation.

"Better for the higher-ups to understand the kind of Devil we're dealing with. Just this once I'll be taking responsibility—oh and to our Devil-san."

Kishibe moseyed away as he continued.

"It may be late of me saying this, but on behalf of the government; welcome to Japan."

I huffed at the words of many meanings.

'Heh. I guess that clinches it.'

I turn to the representatives who stood out like idiots in the room.

'These people aren't the government, they're just puppets…'

They've decided that puppets were enough to deal with me.

I unknowingly growled.

'… Somehow this pisses me off.'

Slaughter route was becoming more appealing by the minute.

"… I accept this contract with all its terms and conditions." Makima crossed her arms akimbo. "But~ I get to add one more clause to it."

I rested my Zanpakuto on my shoulders and regarded her.

"And what's that?"

Makima placed a finger on her lips and smiled.

"That I won't say... Yet. Just think of it as a Devil's secret…"

"Hey, Bossman." Claymore Devil whispered, "You sure you're up for this. I don't want to discourage you or anything. You just said she's THE fucking Primal! And you're challenging her to what's essentially a Control match. That's right under her domain. Not even I am that crazy… Say how about we nab the kid, unleash that green orb of destruction, and skedaddle while we still can. This is just pointless."

"… …"

In a way, the Claymore Devil was right: this is just pointless.

All I need to do is fly up and spam [Cero] once and I'm sure not just Japan but US of A and China would be treating me like a god with a capital G.

I didn't need to do this.

But something about this meeting irks me like an annoying itch.

Maybe it's the Hollow talking as I don't see myself as an aggressive person, but the way I am being treated by these weaker beings wasn't funny in the slightest.

And that's to consider the fact I am planning to spend years in this country.

'It takes one bad day and some stupid fuck up and I may as well decide to destroy everything.'

These people want a show? I will give them a SHOW.

I will show these people WHO and the KIND of being they are dealing with.

Screw the wager.

Screw that I am going to challenge the Control Devil in her domain.

Screw laying out the terms.

I am a freaking Vasto Lorde and no Primal Devil is gonna match it up with an Overlord of Hueco Mundo.

So being the bigger Hollow—that I am—I nodded with a gesture.

"Show me what you got, Control Devil."

"How about I let you take the first shot… I don't want things to end… In a banal tone."

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This is where people expect me to convince Makima to have the first shot for you know… Sigma aura or alpha male shit.

Unfortunately, I'm not like that; just ask my gaming friends how I am.

Hehehe…

There are no backsies when I'm given the first shot.

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"… Okay. Akane-chan, come over here for a minute."

I called to the little tyke whom I carried and placed on my shoulder.

With what I'm about to do, I won't be able to guarantee the safety of the people of this city, much less this very building.

At least, I've got something to mitigate it for the kid.

Upon placing her on my shoulders, I turned towards Kishibe and said.

"Because I like you, I would advise you to run away from here as fast as you can. But since I can't see you escaping my range unless you've got the Spider Devil in hand, you'll have to make do with an apology…"

"Oi…" Kishibe's eyes minutely widened as his hand reached for his coat, "Don't tell me you're about to—"

"Relax, I ain't about to kill anyone. Like I said I'm a chill Devil who wants to make peace with everybody… But sometimes you need to show who's got the bigger stick for people to take you seriously."

"So a dick-measuring contest… I swear it like I'm dealing with a kid."

'Eh, maybe that's because I AM one.' I thought to myself with a wry grin.

I like Kishibe, truly. I rank him as the 2nd coolest character in the series with the 1st being the Darkness Devil… Which is why I hope his craziness never changes after what I'm about to do.

Unlike the Devils of this World, I don't have any conceptual ability. What I do have are the powers of a Vasto Lorde and funny enough, the Soul Reapers Demon Arts which gives me a large repertoire of skills to choose from.

I swiped a hand across Akane-chan's face.

[Inemuri]

A Way of Binding Demon Arts that causes loss of consciousness and can only be resisted based on one's level of Spiritual Energy—which Akane-chan has none to speak of.

"And now…"

I turned towards Makima, whose face—if I'm not mistaken—seemed to be one of titillation…?!

What in the actual heck?

A cold shiver ran through my spine.

With a literal instant to control my composure, I ignored what her look could potentially mean and brought a finger to my lips.

"Voidborne shroud of desolation. Hollow reaper of luminosity. Devour and nullify. Grow cold and stagnate…"

This sadistic Kido was akin to that of Aizen's Kurohitsugi; merely it doesn't require as much Reiryoku and it wasn't geared towards the destruction.

"Extinguish radiance. Crawling monarch of oblivion. Eternally disintegrating husk of shadow. Unite. Annihilate. Fill with the abyss… and know your nothingness!"

It was meant to inspire fear.

[Kokūmu no Koku]

…

… …

… … … And reality turned off.

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… What?

… …Hah, well, alright. I admit what I did was a bit on the end.

But it's not like I expected it to be THAT strong. Eh, then again, I am a Vasto Lorde; I should have expected something like this to happen.

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8 hours later,

"… … And now we go over to our correspondent on site to hear what she has to say about this… Supernatural events going on at the Kanto region."

"… As you can see behind me, the unknown structure which suddenly sprang as of 2 hours ago still has not shown signs of being breached despite the joint efforts of the military and Public Safety Commission. And with the inability to establish communication with the prefectures within the dome we are left with nothing but speculations and fears on what may become of the people inside… Hold on… Look up, yeah right over there, there seems to be an opening from dome and something seems to be coming out… Wait is that… A Devil?"

Author's Note,

It's been a long time since I've touched this story and yeah, Devil-Devil isn't dead—just don't expect a quick schedule.