"You could have saved us," they say. Not in anger. In fact.
The Devilman doesn't hear her.
The trumpet sounds. Not from heaven. From the pit. apocalypse of the devilman
"You were never the devil. You were just the man who tried to carry hell alone." "You could have saved us," they say
The Devilman stands alone on a ridge of shattered highway. His skin is the blue-black of a bruise that never healed. His eyes are two holes burned through a curtain. Behind him, the last church burns not with fire but with silence—the kind of silence that follows when God has finally looked away. "You could have saved us
None did.