Denji, Power, and Aki were sent to dispatch another devil.

Apparently, the devil managed to escape a group of Public Safety Devil Hunters, so they decided to send someone more fitted to finish the job. They didn't mind much. Just business as usual.

The location given was an abandoned warehouse. Something common between devils, for some reason. The 3 entered, without worrying about making noise or being spotted. The previous group didn't mention anything about the devil's strength or abilities, so they assumed it was just another average one, perhaps even weaker.

Denji: Oi, devil! Make this easier for all of us and show yourself! I ain't got all day!

Denji yelled, his voice reverberating inside the mostly empty warehouse. He scoffed when he didn't hear a response and continued looking, checking behind pillars and random boxes.

Eventually, he heard a shuffling sound not too far away. He grinned, his hand already moving to grasp the pull cord protruding from his chest.

Denji: Cmon slowpokes, we've got a demon to kill!!

He approached the noise carelessly and as the other two followed behind. He was ready to tug on the cord, but when his eyes landed on the devil, he paused. They were injured, a big gash across their stomach. Must've gotten it from the previous hunters, he thought. But that wasn't what made him pause.

They looked scared. Looked like they didn't want to fight. When they saw them, all they did was curl up, shaking probably from pain and fear. At first, he thought it was a trap, but the more seconds he spent simply looking at the devil, the more it didn't see like it. They reminded him of someone. They reminded him of Pochita. He swallowed hard at the thought, his heart clenching inside his chest —if he could even call it his.

Aki: What are you waiting for? Are you gonna kill the damn thing or not?

Denji's hand fell back to his side and away from the cord. Killing this devil felt wrong, and he wanted to know why.