Denji

Denji was a man without any luck. He grew up trying to pay off his fathers debt after the man died. The only good thing that had happened to him was his freind/pet Pochita.

It was a small dog like devil with a chainsaw going through its head. It was colored orange with a handle on its but below its pull cord tail.

It was thanks to Pochita that he had survived this long. With him in hand he could hunt devils and sell them to the yakuza to pay off his debt.

In the end though he had still had to make sacrifices. Such as selling parts of his body to make enough.

But now he was dead because of some idiots who thought they could make a deal with a devil.

As he bleed out from the chunks spewed around the dumpster Pochita began. As he fused with Denji he left him two gifts.

The first was his heart. To save him Pochita fused with him becoming his heart. With it he now could survive in this harsh world.

The second gift confused Denji though. It was a pair of earings in the shape of an N. He knew kinda what they did, maybe because Pochita fused with him.

Now though he had to survive for both their sakes. Leaping out of the dumpster he was now faced with the newest problem.

He was in a warehouse full of zombies carrying weapons. In the middle of the horde was the zombie devil giving them commands.

"Your still alive after getting cut to pieces? Groos!" Yelled the devil looking towards the now revived Denji. "You guys eat him!"

Seeing all the zombies rushing him he did the only thing he could. Pull the cord in his chest.

What followed was a massacre that lasted the entire night. When the sun rose the following morning Denji was the only one left.

Then the loading door opened and in came three people. Two were burly men in trench coat. But the one in the middle was the hottest person he had ever seen.

She was a red headed lady with her hair done in a braid. She wore a pant suit that did nothing to hide her curves. They were talking about something he couldn't hear.

The women walked towards him catching him when he started to fall. Placing him in her laps getting her suit dirt from the blood.

"You have two choices either die a devil or become my pet." She suddenly said looking him over. "If you pick being my pet I promise to feed you well."

"Whats breakfast like?" He asked moving his hand with the little strength he had. Placing it on her breasts.

"Ahh toast with butter and jam." She spoke moaning a little. Hearing this he started groping a bit harder as she continued "Salaaad, coffeeee, and maayybee deserttt."

"Sounds like heaven." Was all he could say.

The price for the "Normality" he dreamed of.