The train ride had been rather simple. A short ride toward the more rural outskirts of Tokyo with short conversations here and there between Denji and Power. Your mind had been in other realms. Your biggest thought was on what Mafayu was doing. It has been a while since you heard from her... then again I'm sure she can't just chat up with a government agency, and the lack of any communication on your part was an issue too. Other parts of your mind floated to recent events like living with that ponytail guy or... Makima... Damn that woman and her... curves... You were however brought back into reality as the train came to its scheduled stop and Power guided you and Denji to the location of this devil.

Power: It's that house! Nyako and that devil are in there!

Denji: Huh, well let's get going I guess.

The three of you walked close to one another. Power led the group while Denji trailed just behind her holding his weapon of an ax. When did he even bring that... you really need to pay more attention.

Denji: I don't wanna go chainsaw though. The anemia sucks...

Power: Huh? Chainsaw?

Denji: Yeah, I can turn into a chainsaw.

(Y/n): Eh, so you're some sorta chainsaw devilman?

Denji: I guess so. What kinda devilman are you, (Y/n)? 

Your fingers lifted to your chin. What sort of devil were you? You were extremely strong but you've never needed to fuse or change or use a weapon to kill a devil. The only clue you had was the line in your face. 

(Y/n): Hmmm... I think I'm a-

Power: Human jokes aren't funny.

A moment of silence filled for a few steps before Denji spoke up.

Denji: Ummm?

Power: What is it?

Denji: Wouldn't it be bad if that demon saw you and used the cat as a hostage? You shouldn't be getting this close, right?

(Y/n): You know... that makes a lot of sense. Let me go up to the house first. He shouldn't know me as far as I know and I can pretty handle a devil in close quarters.

You took a few steps in front of Power before your body froze, warning signs flaring in your mind.

Power: Ohhh? Was that the setting?

Denji: Setting?

Power: I misspoke. Well...

Your body turned as quickly as your joints would allow just in time to see Denji and Power attacking each other. The agile Power won out in the bought and used a mallet used of her own blood to dispatch the slower Denji. It was then her gaze turned to you and charged. You attempted to reason with yourself as to why Power was doing this, but your second of hesitation was enough for Power to nail an attack into your right cheekbone. Unlike normal flesh, however, your face seemingly cracked, breaking like cheap plaster and the shock of the event allowed Power another attack into your left temple to knock your lights out. 

Your body was forced back into consciousness as a large crashing sound filled your ears and the light of day flooded through something to light your face. Your eyes peeled open to scan the ground before you as your muscles were still being brought back awake. There was shattered wood and roofing here and there and in the corner of your eye, you caught sight of Denji on the ground bleeding out. It was then you took notice of your sight in general. Your right eye's vision was... well it was shattered, it was like a kaleidoscope, broken pieces here and there reaching your brain. Your right hand lifted lazily and managed to fumble around with sleeping nerves until your fingers grazed upon your face. It was... broken. Broken. Your face felt like broken glass, jagged with pieces seeming moved or out of place. It seems while you were moved in your passed-out state the original hammer strike on your cheekbone spread across the right side of your face with your face threatening to fall apart. Even the crevice in your jaw seemed ready to fall apart. 

Power: Nyako!

That sounds like... Power? What's wrong with her? She sounds weird. Your left hand tried to lift you up from your seated position against some adjacent wall but found your legs refusing to cooperate. With a huff and a grunt, your head finally rolled back in time to see... Power was lifted up and easily tossed into the maw of some ugly-looking bat devil. The fuck... where was the fiesty girl that had tried to kill you not only once but twice now?! It was then the bat devil turned its bulbous eyes to you.

Bat Devil: Ahh my mouth feels terrible. Nothing but disgusting blood here. Hmm... let's hope third's a charm.

Its massive clawed hand reached out and took a hold of one of your legs and dragged you against the wooden floor. Your gaze managed to fall on Denji as he reached out toward you, though he was far too injured to move it seemed. The devil lifted your flailing form and tossed you a bit to grab onto your torso. His fingers coiled around your torso and gripped tightly. Far too tightly as a mouthful of bloodshot out into his maw followed by an involuntary trickle of your blood into the creature's maw. Not only that, but the force of the blood trailing out of your mouth with the crushing force of the devil was the final blow for your disheveled face, the right side of your face caving in and falling into the mouth of the devil as you suddenly lost touch of everything right of your left eyes, a line from the middle of your forehead to the left of your nose and down to the left tip of your lips and finally the crevice in your jaw was gone.

Bat Devil: Gah! That damn Blood devil brought me a broken one! Can't even do a simple job!

The devil prepared to cast you aside when it noticed something. A gurgling noise. The vast emptiness of your skull was unnatural enough, no brain or important red parts falling out like usual instead it was filled with a soft echo of a gurgling sound. The Bat devil watched as your fingers curled and your face shook violently. Sounds like violent shakes and coughs came from the crevice as the other side of your face remained wide-eyed. With a meat-grinding sound, something slide forward out of the darkness and took its place as your new mouth and upper chin, latching into place on the existing jaw. The feature looked... porcelain in texture with blue paint painted onto the lips. The lips themselves were animate as the blue-painted porcelain pulled itself into a smile as the last piece of its self snapped into place to replace the right cheek and eye. The following material seemed closer to plastic or maybe plaster as the golden-colored material slid into place and connected with the white half. The pressure of the snapping pieces was too much for the last remaining piece of your face as your left eye cracked and fell out of your face to be replaced with the other half of the golden mask sliding into place. As the final piece of face slid into place, a click was heard and the empty eyes holes were finally replaced with eyes that seemingly blinked themselves into existence with yellow irises rapidly searching around the area.

Bat Devil: What the hell... what have you brought me, blood devil? This is no human!

The creature lifted its clawed hand to cast your corpse aside but your fingers found one of its fingers with an iron grip and cracked it in two with a simple finesse. The devil let out a blood-curdling screech as it tumbled backward in pain smashing through the side of the wooden house it had been in. Your body was dropped easily, but your fingers found themselves clinging into the flesh of the devil as it began taking flight toward Tokyo's more urbanized areas. As for you in all this chaos, you weren't sure where to be exactly. It was like watching yourself in the third person but you were looking out of these strange glowing eyes that seemed so familiar. Your head was filled with images and ideas that seemed foreign as well, like images of a blue house, or a revolver followed by a sickening crack.

???: Return my heart!

Your head and the bat devil both turned around to see Denji had somehow clawed his way onto the leg of the bat devil. The devil lot an irritated grunt as its hand lifted back and took a hold of Denji, applying a crippling force to his abdomen to crush his organs as he pulled a strange-looking cord. Within moments, Denji and your moving corpse would be wreaking havoc against this abomination together as a chainsaw blade tore through his forehead and he transformed into the chainsaw devil he had claimed before.

The glass shattered as well as the paneling on the roof as the bat devil crashed through the material after Denji had torn clean through its wing in a vicious hack. Your body crashed through the roof and reluctantly unattached from the devil in time to crash through a table. Your bones feeling about a loose as the sand by this point, a silenced cough resonated behind the jester-like mask. A blackish-blue substance began to trail from the blue-painted lips of the mask as well as the eyes, coating the material of the mask and forcing a familiar crevice to crack in between the jester's lips and trail in a familiar line across the jaw and skull of the mask. Cracking porcelain filled the air and finally...

(Y/n): Fuck!

Your voice came out in a gurgled mess of blood and the same substance trailing from your eyes. It finally seemed like you were back in control as you could certainly feel every ounce of pain flowing through you at the moment. Your eyes blinked softly in time to see Denji lifting himself back to a standing position from his fall. You followed suit, forcing your wobbling legs to hold still long enough to stand up and let the adrenaline take over for now.

(Y/n): So you really are a Chainsaw Devil...

Your voice came out but it didn't sound like yours. It had an unnatural soft and curious tone that also seemed familiar. Like a voice that would speak to you through a radio haze or...-

Denji: You doubted me? Are you gonna help me kick his ass or not Mask Devil?

(Y/n): Mask Devil? 

Your hands lifted to feel at the strange material encompassing your new face and felt a mix of pain, panic, and purpose as your eyes slinked over to the Bat devil, your fingers coated in the substance that poured from your eyes and mouth.

Bat Devil: You let the human get away?! You're both devil's aren't you?! What the hell are you two doing?!

Denji decided to answer for the two of your as your bodies moved in sink toward the creature. The blackish-blue material on your fingers hardening into sharp claw-like fingers with artificial knuckles to double your pain output. Was this you? Were you the Mask Devil? It felt right but wrong at the same time like you and somebody else were inhabiting the same body and neither knew who was in charge. Even the mask that was acting as your face felt weird and cobbled together. 

Denji: We're gonna rip out your guts and feel some boob!

It wasn't exactly the battle cry you were expecting, nor did it make the two of your sound heroic, but you two weren't really heroes, right? You two were some dumbass' trying to do something right and get a little revenge on this ugly fucker. Denji took the forward momentum and punched the devil out through the wall it was against and out onto the street, throwing himself forward outside with the momentum. Denji planted his feet just in time to find a car being thrown at him which he caught. Your body moved into action now as your body landed on the car Denji was holding, denting the roof and shattering the glass before jumping forward and taking your assault to the Bat. Your legs coiled underneath your body as your body tilted backward, landing a devastating dropkick to the devil's jaw. Using your planted feet as leverage, your right hand cocked back and delivered a flurry of punch to the top of the skull of the devil and its annoying bulbous eyes.

Denji: MOVE!

The hair on the back of your neck stood up and you quickly hopped over the devil's head, pulling back on its ears in time for the car Denji had been holding to collide into its face. The force launched you off onto the street while the devil casually removed the car and used a sort of supersonic attack to stroke Denji and send him backward toward a building devastated by the waves. The piercing sound in your ears only served to piss you off as you lift yourself back into a standing position. The Bat devil quickly looked for a source of blood lifting the driver of the car that had been thrown at him only for the sound of chainsaws revving to fill his ears.

Bat Devil: Why... are you still alive?

Denji: I just keep gettin' the short end of the fuckin' stick... And I've done nothing but endured that shit, but... I still ain't copped a single goddamned feel! 

Denji launched forward in an assault as the bat cried out in fear.

Bat Devil: D-Don't get any closer!

The abomination punched at the road only to miss and have Denji trail up his arm slicing it in half with his chainsaw arms.

(Y/n): Oi... Don't you dare fucking forget me you overgrown fucker!

Your cries resonated through the street as your found yourself on the head of the damned bat once more, your clawed hands reaching and tearing into the soft flesh of the devil's eyes before pulling and ripping the orbs out of his skull in time for Denji to eviscerate the devil. As its entrails began pouring out from Deni's assault, you took the liberty to crush the head of the bat with your strong feeling it pop and blood pour out as you and Denji crushed the Bat Devil from top to bottom...

???: Meow~

Power's eyes opened softly as light trailed over her. Her head turned in time to see that Denji was holding her, back in a human form from his brutal assault as a living chainsaw. It didn't take long for her gaze to fall upon you, though she was more shocked as she found herself talking to a jester mask.

Power: Why did you save me...? I even tried to kill you two...

Denji decided actions were better than words and simply squeezed his hands a few times and pointed at her breasts. 

Power: That's a pretty dumb reason... And you... Cat guy... why do you look like a weirdo?

(Y/n): You broke my face remember. Plus... I can't figure how to get this thing off...

You admitted as you pulled at the material on your face only for it to stick onto place.  Power took a moment to cough before turning to you and meeting your gaze with her own.

Power: Hurry up and bring your face back, (Y/n). This one annoys me.

Your eyes widened softly.

(Y/n): You just called me by my name...

Power: What was that Cat guy? 

(Y/n): Aww c'mon!

Denji set Power down doesn't he entrails to rest, which honestly didn't seem like too smart a move but eh, all of your involved were too tired to argue. As you pried at your face in an attempt to peel it off, Power spoke. 

Power: I'm sorry for lying to you two. Nyako was saved so... i'll let you both feel my chest.

(Y/n): Eh... I never agreed to that. Then again I have been through hell here so...

Denji: FUCK YEAAAAAAA!

Just as a perverted celebration began, another fucking thing had to go wrong as Denji's arms were punched clean through with a hole encompassing the width of his entire forearm severing his wrist and hand. You weren't safe from the attack either as the attack hit you square in the face, shattering the porcelain and gold material and sending you reeling back to fall next to Power, her eyes widening at the darkness encompassing your skull.

Denji: Aaargh?! My hand!

You would have let out a cry of pain as well if your face was still present but your body shook and withered about, clutching your fingers tightly.

Denji: Can you two move?

Power: I can't move an inch. 

You couldn't respond as you tried desperately to recreate the events that spawned another face for your to see and act.

???: Hmm... naughty little flesh thing allowing my face to break.

That same curious voice filled your head. 

???: I suppose it isn't your fault that ugly little devil blindsided you, so I'll let you use my face. Don't you forget about your own little face though, I may be gorgeous but it should really be your mug that hooks up with anyone. So go now and make me proud flesh thing~

Your head thrust forward, carrying your body into a standing position with its momentum to stand next to Denji, though the mask that you had been promised was not complete, only the left side of your face was filled, with a grey porcelain face with the same yellow iris. The substance from before trialed from the eye once more and your hands weakly lifted to next to Denji's. The creature before you seemed to be another devil, and it looked like a big leech with tendrils and all sorts of stuff that would flip your stomach if you weren't high on adrenaline.

Denji: At least I'm not fighting alone. 

Leech Devil: Hmm... you're not cute at all. You have such ugly friends that I'm just gonna have to kill you all!

Denji leaped at the leech while you took the low route and charged forward on wobbling legs. Neither of you planned on dying here more did you want to allow Power to get hurt again. You had to show at least a little resistance in the face of death!