[1st POV]
The sound of flesh tearing away brought me out of my thoughts once more. Followed by the plop sound of something that was ripped out from a vacuum that was holding it.
I stared with wide eyes as Reze pulled out her heart and held it out to me. Blood was pouring out like a faucet from her chest. Her face was cleaner now, and I saw a gentle smile on her face. The curve of her smile bled out.
"Here," she said, "Take it,"
I didn't have words.
"This is all because of my own doing, Jin," Reze said. It looked like blood, but I could see tears streaming down her face.
"I can sense the Control Devil inside you, so this is the only choice you have left," she said.
She seemed to understand the exact situation I was in. Or maybe, even though she didn't know the details, she knew that I was in deep trouble all the same and was doing the only thing she could think of that would help me.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry," apologies were repeated like a broken recorder.
"Don't forgive me and just take it," she said.
"I am so ashamed I said I love you," she admitted, as if it were the most painful thing in the world. The extraction of her heart seemed mild in comparison.
"I didn't know I was this fucked up and broken,"
Her heart, the Bomb Devil's heart, pulsed in her hand with slow, painful beat. It was shaped like a bomb, a biological bomb.
Indeed, to love wrong was painful. Whether it be that your love was not enough, or you didn't love someone in a way they needed or wanted, it all cuts the same.
"Take it and fight. Please stay alive,"
I grabbed her hand, along with her heart. Ever so slowly, I pushed them back to her chest. Her weak arms protested, shaking with resistance. But I manage to force her to put her heart back in its place.
"You're so stupid," I told her, "This is why you need to go to school."
"I have a plan," I didn't.
"Just make sure to wait for me and live your life to the fullest until I come back," I said.
Was it selfish that I wanted her to wait for me even if I'm never coming back? Was it cruel to chain her down so that she would never move on and find other love?
Damn right.
Am I doing it?
Damn right. It's the least she could do after the absolute gamble I have in my mind. You see, spending time in hell made me realise something.
But I wasn't 100 per cent sure. It was a big risk.
And yet it was a risk I was willing to take. This new life of mine was pretty fucked up, but it was much more enjoyable than I could ever hope for. I never saw a future like this while I was kept as meat by those Yakuzas.
I lived for myself, alwasy have, and I think I alwasy will. The gamble I was taking was truly something a gambler would take. I could cash out, but the high of winning made me want to take another risk for a better reward.
I turned away from Reze and plunged my hand into Denji's chest. I pulled out Chainsaw's heart with one hand and created a pig's heart with another. I tried to imitate the pig's heart to be as similar to a human's heart as possible.
I placed the heart into the cavity. Turning my fingers into a scalpel, I began transplanting the heart myself. A scalpel is an instrument of doctors. The fear from which the Scalpel Devil was born skirted the fear of being a victim of an evil experiment. Like Frankenstein or even organ trafficking. Kind of like how the Sex Devil skirted the fears of SD or the Teeth Devil, the fear of being bitten.
One does not simply fear something because of its existence; it's what it could do and what it could cause that also earns them fear.
I spent the few remaining minutes I had on surgery. Reze quietly watched, not willing to disturb me, and Makima did not disturb me either. If I messed up, I simply plunged the Chainsaw's heart back in to bring Denji back to life before trying again.
In the end, it was a success. I could feel the new heart pulsing inside Denji's chest softly.
This wasn't for certain either, but I felt like I had increased his chances of survival.
"Okay, that's that," I said, standing up while holding Chainsaw's heart in my hand.
At this point. I could see the darkness that came for me.
But instead of being afraid, I felt calm and relieved. Instead of thinking about the situation, I thought about my possible cool last moment or final lines.
Only death can defeat me.
...That'd be a pretty stupid line.
I turned towards Reze. Lifting her face lighly by the chin, I gave her a small peck on the lips. Her eyes widen, her choice of silence replaced by speechless silence.
The main character was supposed to kiss his girlfriend before bravely meeting his end, right?
"Don't turn this chance into a waste," I said in the end.
Wish I had more time. I feel like this whole thing could be done so much better instead of rushing to the finish line. But the Darkness Devil would never allow for tender moments. So this rushed emotion rollercoaster was all you're gonna get.
Before she could react, I blitzed towards the darkness. Since the night was so close, I crossed the line almost instantly.
"Darkness Devil!! I come to bargain!!" I said, holding out Chainsaw's heart.
And then....
Immediate death.
...
What did you expect? One last glorious fight? An equal exchange before my inevitable defeat?
Sorry to break it to you, but maybe eating the Darkness Devil was a mistake because I think I exploded from the inside out.
I said it before, didn't I?
The Chainsawman universe was hell.
And no one wins in hell.
Not the crazy Control Devil heroine who only wanted the main character.
Not the Bomb Devil, heroin, who is seeking love and redemption.
And not even the self-proclaimed main character has anything to prove his claim.
Heck, I don't think even the true main character will win after what I did.
No one won.
And that was the end.
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[1st POV]
(Unknown amount of time)
Hell.
I was in hell.
But hell wasn't like anything I'd ever imagined. It wasn't a place of agony; it wasn't a place that felt particularly lonely or bad.
Quite the opposite, actually.
Hell felt like home.
Heh, this feels familiar. Yeah, this was exactly how my story started.
As I focused on the world around me, I knew my gamble had paid off.
Royal Flush baby!!
"Hahahahahaha!" My laughter echoed through the dimension of hell. It sounded grotesque. It was a human laugh produced by something inhumane.
It was a pig's laugh. Terrifying in sound. I even scared myself, which caused me to stop laughing.
That's right.
I was not sure how. I didn't even think I'd hold on to my memories after death.
I never reincarnated in the Chainsaw world as Jin Nakahara. I am not Jin Nakahara. This was not a story of being reincarnated as a hybrid.
I am the Pig Devil. That was what I was reborn as. Everything made sense now, like how I was able to form a contract with Aki, who was a human.
I am a Devil, much like Makima. The tricky part was that one of my abilities was becoming one with anything I consumed. So even though I was Jin Nakahara, Jin Nakahara was not me. He was only part of me.
I was a fiend all along. Maybe it was because I ate human and could imitate my human form so perfectly that everyone, myself included, thought I was a hybrid. I recalled eating humans when I escaped the Yakuza building.
This is great.
The sweet scent of different Devils filled my nose, bringing me out of my thoughts. Hell was a home. And it was also paradise for the Pig Devil.
I couldn't feel any of the Devils I ate before inside my body. I was weak, weaker than I'd ever been before. I couldn't feel Makima either.
This was a restart.
A great restart.
"Time for a feast!" I said, grinning, before I followed the most delicious smell in hell. I was an ugly creature. A pig, a warthog and a boar meshed togehter with needle like fur so sparse yet thick I looked infected. (Refer to image of the book)
This was my true form.
Just wait, Darkness Devil. Even if you attain a ridiculous power with the Chainsaw's heart....
I am coming for round 2.
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Fun fact : in real life, there has been cases of pigs heart transplating to human. It works albiet they die like a few months after. It's a major frontier apparently. It's called(xenotransplantation)
Author : First of all, I didn't pull this shit out of my ass. This had alwasy been the premise of the story. Look at the title of the story and the synopsis. It's a story about a Pig Devil, not Jin Nakahara.
But again, it's been nearly a month since my last chapter, so even though I don't think I made any, please forgive the possible inconsistency and if it doesn't feel natural.
And no, Makima is not out of the picture yet so I'd advice against clebrating for the Reze sect.