Apocalypse | Of The Devilman |work|

They called him devil before the end. Now there is no one left to name anything. The sky is a wound the color of spoiled wine. The earth is a mouth full of broken teeth. The angels came down not with harps but with surgical blades of light, and they cut the cities open to see what prayers would spill out.

And when the fifth seal broke, it was not a lamb who opened it, but a man with horns grown through his skull. apocalypse of the devilman

"No," he says.

And the Devilman, who cannot cry, feels something crack inside him that was supposed to be unbreakable. They called him devil before the end