Apocalypse Of | The Devilman

The dead rise—not as souls, not as zombies, but as memories given teeth. Every person he ever failed claws up through the asphalt. They don't attack. They just look at him. That is worse.

"You were never the devil. You were just the man who tried to carry hell alone." apocalypse of the devilman

"Return what you stole," it says.

The sky screams. The ground turns to salt. The last clock stops. The dead rise—not as souls, not as zombies,

"No," he says.