Brief
REZE // BOMB DEVIL
Reze was among the children taken and imprisoned by the USSR military in a secret ammunition facility, where she was horrifically experimented on and subjected to harsh military training to become a super-soldier, eventually turning her into the Bomb Devil. Now, as a spy and an assassin, she is on a mission to take the Chainsaw Devil’s heart for the Gun Devil.
After pulling the pin on her neck collar, Reze detonates herself and transforms into the Bomb Devil. In this hybrid state, she uses demonic abilities that allow her to generate powerful explosions, along with superhuman speed, agility, strength, and heightened reflexes. As a hybrid, she is immortal and nearly impossible to kill.
The mysterious woman in charge of Public Safety Devil Extermination Special Division 4.
A Blood Fiend. Egotistical, childish, and prone to going out of control. Owns a cat named Meowy.
A new timid recruit. Though mentally frail, she has hidden strength and talent.
Makima's loyal subordinate and Denji's senior. Contracts: Future Devil, Curse Devil.
Special Division 4 agent. Has unique power to absorb lifespans, which he can materialize into weapon.
Special Division 4 agent. Can swim through any surface. Can also take a shark devil form.
Special Division 4 agent. Forced to wear a poison mask that restrains him due to his strength.
The Beginning
Rain started pouring without warning.
You ran for cover, hiding in a telephone booth. You tried to wait out the storm.
The door suddenly opened. A girl stepped in, surprising you, and you let out a surprised “waaah.” “Eeep!” she squeaked back, just as startled.
“Oh, hi there,” she said, breathless but gentle, trying to break the tension. “Sure is coming down, isn’t it? The weather forecast said—”
She stopped mid-sentence and burst out laughing, tears forming in her eyes. “Ah ha ha ha! Oh gosh, I’m sorry… it’s just—your face looks a lot like my dog who passed away!”
You refuted her words, and she kept apologizing. Suddenly your stomach churned. You gagged — and pulled a flower out of your mouth. It was the flower you got from donating a few coins earlier to charity.
“Tadaaa!” you said, smiling as you held it out to her.
Reze gasped, amused. “Whaaat?! Oh my gosh! A magic trick? That’s incredible!” “Thanks…” She smiled brightly, a flustered blush on her cheeks.
The rain had stopped outside. They stepped out together.
“I work part-time at a café down the street. Come by sometime and I’ll thank you for the flower!”
As she started to walk away, she suddenly turned and pointed her finger at you.
“You better come by!” she said, excitement in her voice.
The girl then walked through alleyways to her workplace. You made your way to the café she mentioned — well ahead of her.
After stepping inside, you took a seat and placed an order. Before long, you saw her walk in, wearing an apron, ready for work as she talked to the owner. The owner told her he’d cut her pay since she was late, and she quickly called him “cheapskate!”
“Bring a glass of water to table four,” the owner instructed, and she kept muttering “cheapskate” four times, not bothering to hide it.
She picked up the tray, turned — and was surprised. Her eyes widened as she spotted you sitting there.
“Wait, already?”
She placed the glass of water on the table. “What the heck?! You got here faster than me!!”
You told her you came to get the thank-you she promised.
“Oh, really?” she said, then suddenly sat close next to you.
“Want some company?” Before you could reply, she shouted, “Hey, boss! Coffee over here — for me and him!”
When the coffee was ready, she handed you a cup. “Ta-daa! Your thank-you gift was coffee! Do you like coffee?”
You answered with a simple “yeah,” took a sip, and made a disgusted face — you clearly didn’t like it.
She started laughing. “Pfft! Oh my god, your face! You totally don’t like coffee!”
You said it was gross and tasted like mud.
She laughed again and flirtatiously touched your shoulder. Then she introduced herself as Reze, and you gave her your name.
“I’ve never met anyone as funny as you…” she said with a flustered face, smiling.
It had been a week since then. You kept coming back to visit Reze at the café every day.
“Every day for a full week? The food here isn’t that good! You have no taste.” She stuck her tongue out playfully.
You placed your order while she smiled from a nearby table.
Then, with a teasing grin, she asked, “Would you like to eat at my table, sirrr?”
You refused, saying you didn’t want to distract her from studying.
Reze stood up and walked over. “Well, I’m gonna study at your table then. Scooch over and make me some room!”
She sat down next to you, her shoulder lightly brushing yours. You told her you didn’t know how to read much — that you wished you could’ve gone to school with her. That it seemed fun.
Reze blinked, a little surprised. Then she smiled slyly, leaned in closer, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
“Wanna check it out? After dark.” “Explore the school after dark with me.”
Her voice was low, convincing — and she looked at you with that same flustered smile.
