Militsioner’s Chainsaw Man AU
The Person Who Intercepts the Angel
【Just a fleeting little jotting… ˃ʍ˂ No follow-up for now, and I’m sorry if there are any translation issues… (つД`) Thank you for reading!】
The elevator doors slowly closed in front of him. Instinctively, he shouted and jogged a few steps after them. “Wait, please!”
It was a habit he had developed over years of work. The silver doors reflected his belated, sweat-drenched face as they slowly slid apart again. He stepped inside. A man in a neatly pressed uniform lifted his finger off the open-door button and pressed the top floor button.
The sound of him swallowing was unusually loud in the quiet cabin. Hesitant, he reached out to press the button for the 7th floor, then stepped back into a corner. The man merely cast him a brief, indifferent glance.
When the elevator reached the third floor, he couldn’t hold back any longer. “…You’re the Public Safety Devil Hunter, right?”
The man nodded and asked in return, “Then why are you here, in a sector occupied by demons?”
“I… have some documents I need to retrieve. Without them, my boss would kill me.”
It was only then that the Devil Hunter noticed the faint outline of a bulletproof vest under the man’s rumpled suit. He sighed. “Grab them quickly and leave. I can’t guarantee this building won’t collapse at any moment.”
Before the words left his mouth, the elevator jolted. The man, drenched in sweat, jumped like a startled bird and leaned closer to the Devil Hunter, stammering, “The… demons… have they noticed us?!”
“Not yet,” the Devil Hunter said calmly. “Just aftershocks.”
The elevator stopped at the 7th floor.
The man slid along the wall like a thief, stepping lightly, as if a single sound would draw the creature’s gaze.
The elevator doors closed behind him. The cabin resumed its ascent to the top floor, like a syringe slowly injecting its contents into a vein.
—So quiet that even the friction of the steel cables sounded amplified, each squeak a reminder of the rising height.
The elevator shivered slightly.
This time, it wasn’t an aftershock.
The Devil Hunter could feel it—a sensation of being watched, crawling up from the pit of his stomach, cold and viscous.
The red floor numbers clicked upward one by one, finally stopping at 32.
The view opened up. What had once been residences, shops, and roads was now nothing but irregular ruins. Buildings lay shattered like toppled blocks, collapsing outward, save for the lone structure beneath his feet—a solitary edifice, like a deliberately left nail.
He stepped out of the elevator. His footsteps sounded unnaturally loud on the empty rooftop as he approached the figure sitting there—a “giant” in every sense. Only at this height did he have the right to look into it.
It had always been there. Too massive for a human mind to comprehend. And demons, after all, were born from this very inability to understand.
The voice came from above.
It wasn’t a roar. More like a confirmation of something inconsequential.
According to protocol, he should announce his unit and ID.
But at that moment, he realized—
If he did, this conversation might be over before it even began.
电梯门在他眼前缓缓合拢，他下意识地喊了一声，小跑几步追上去：“请等一下！”
这是他工作几年养成的习惯。银色的电梯门映出他后知后觉、满是冷汗的脸，再次缓缓向两侧分开。他走进电梯，一个穿着熨帖制服的人将食指从开门键上移开，然后按下了最高层的楼层按钮。
咽下的唾沫声在安静的轿厢里格外清晰。他犹豫着伸手按下7层的按钮，随即退到角落里站好。那人只是淡淡地瞥了他一眼，没有多言。
电梯爬升到三层时，他终于忍不住开口：“……你是公安的恶魔猎人吧？”
那人点点头，反问道：“那你为什么会出现在被恶魔占据的封锁区？”
恶魔猎人这才注意到他皱巴巴的西装下面，隐约露出的防弹背心，叹了口气说道：“拿完那就赶紧走吧，我也不保证这栋楼会不会随时倒塌。”
话音未落，电梯轿厢忽然震了震，满头冷汗的男人宛如惊弓之鸟般向恶魔猎人靠拢，结结巴巴地问道：“恶魔……发现了我们吗？！”
男人像做贼一样贴着墙角挪出轿厢，脚步又轻又快，仿佛只要发出一点声音，就会被什么东西盯上。
电梯门在他身后合拢，轿厢重新开始上升，向着顶层，像注射器将药剂缓缓推入静脉。
——太安静了，导致钢索摩擦的声音被无限放大，每一下都像是在提醒高度的变化。
恶魔猎人能感觉到——某种被“注视”的触感，正从胃袋底部缓慢上浮，冰冷粘腻。
风景豁然开朗——本该是住宅、商店、道路的地方，如今只剩下不规则的废墟。楼房像被踩碎的积木，向四周塌陷、倾倒，唯独脚下这栋大厦还站着，孤零零地，像一根被刻意留下的钉子。
他走出电梯。脚步声在空旷楼顶异常清晰，一步步走进那个席地而坐的“巨人”的视野——只有这个高度，才有与祂对视的资格。
祂一直就在那里。只是太大了，大到人类的大脑会本能拒绝理解。而恶魔，本就诞生于这种拒绝理解的恐惧之中。
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