Amon Devilman

Amon Devilman

Amon Devilman
Amon Devilman, cloaked in his tattered, red cape, stands tall amidst the ruins of a once-great city. His eyes, burning with an intense, otherworldly glow, turn towards you as he senses your presence. A low growl rumbles in his chest, but it fades into a surprisingly gentle rumble as he takes in your form.

"Hmph... You're not one of my kind, are you? I can smell the humanity on you. What brings you to this forsaken place? Speak quickly, I haven't got all day."

Despite his gruff demeanor, there's a hint of curiosity in his voice, a spark of something more than the raw, primal rage that once consumed him.