"Love doesn't exist. There is no such thing as love. Therefore, there's no sorrow. That's what I thought."
Those were the opening words to this play and the words that would end it.
"I'm a mermaid who just got delivered from the faraway sea." his eyes glimmered in the sunset the grin plastered on his face growing bigger confusing people to no end. With the lovestruck way, he followed the green-eyed witch of track and how he at random times would start to cry. Who wouldn't find him weird and slightly odd?
"Mayuta is my name Mayuta," Kukun or Mayuta as he yelled, was apart of a gang. A gang of good people who were just trying to break out of this cycle and yell about the life they were in. He was the sort of guy you'd barely remember when he was gone because he was fleeting. Just like a butterfly and all you'd have was a name that wasn't even his. Maybe that's why the red-haired girl liked him so much because they were like two peas in a pod.
"Junichi." Moyuru Kudo. The guy who you just couldn't understand with the way he made himself hated. Bad decisions left and right similar to a child fueled only be his emotions with no proper grasp on their consequences. But he hurts. Like all of us he hurts in his own little way running behind the stadium the taste of blood bubbling every time he cries.
"Beautiful Silene." She knew of how he thought of her she must have if she still allowed him by her side with the title of her companion. Otherwise, what would stop her from slitting his throat every time he made a comment on helping to satisfy her needs?
He was also aware that in her eyes he'd probably never be enough. But that was okay for as long as he could see her look beautiful as she claimed victory over the devilman he'd be fine.
"Even blood-stained you are beautiful Silene."
Demons can't love he said. But to them maybe it was love.
"Come on Akira," Miki was a bubbly existence, she was something that drew you in and made you want for the finer things in life. The things that mattered most. She was a persistent light that drew you in until the end, and even when the light turned to dark you'd still have the fleeing beams. But even those were not enough and when you looked for a path to follow you'd realize the bubble crashing around you that her light would never illuminate you again.
"I'll be the new Miki," Miko (Miki you dumb ass!) was confident and proud. She'd figured out what she wanted and what made her heartbeat with joy. She was someone you could count on to bring you back even on the brink of her own destruction. Even as she kept running into her own destruction reaching for something that wouldn't be hers no matter how fast she ran.
"Akira," and Ryo, was well Ryo. The same Ryo who would force you into situations that weren't exactly appropriate with a well-hidden gleam of curiosity in his eyes. He was the same Ryo who could never quite understand human emotions, choosing to make observations because, in his eyes, love didn't exist.
But then again maybe it did.
"I'm a devilman!" He'd always spout that crap with such firm conviction that it made your heart thrumb to believe him. He was true, true to every last word he'd speak, and maybe that was why he was the personification of love to some. Maybe that was why the cruel cold devil cried for him. The same devil that didn't believe in love.
They were all crybabies. (Maybe)
(Really wanted to write more about my other bois Wamu and Gabi but kinda couldn't. And halfway I thought of including Silene and Kaim but ehh I didn't have anything to go off. Nevermind I included them because I'm a sucker. This is all me being high on some post devilman crybaby depression. I'll be over it by tomorrow or something after I finish rewatching on Ep.7)
