The Angelic execution of Akane Sawatari (Patreon)

SPOILER Warning! The following story contains slight spoilers for the last few episodes of the first season of Chainsaw Man. Don't read it if you want to catch up!

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Content disclaimer: The story below might be disturbing for some viewers. It contains mentions of s*icid* (Self end game) and d*ath but it does not contain g*re or any kind of heavy vi*lence . If you are sensitive to those topics, please avoid reading the story and as with every piece of art I produce… Viewer discretion is advised.

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It was done. Thanks to the combined efforts of the 4th division, the Gun Devil's gang was completely annihilated, none of the targets managed to escape and the 4th lost no members. The two head members of the criminal organization, the Katana Devil and the Ex-Devil Hunter Akane Sawatari were apprehended. Katana was captured by two of the newest recruits, The Chainsaw Devil and the Blood Fiend while Akane was captured by the combined efforts of agents Aki Hagakawa and Kobeni Higashiyama, barely managing to save Akane from her suicide pact with the Snake Devil, the rest of the 4th cleaned up the messed caused by the Zombie Devil's undead.

It was an astounding victory for the Public Safety department and a huge boost to morale after the surprise attack on the department. Makima, the head of the special divisions, went as far as personally praising her hunters for such a job well done.

Now… There was only the issue of the captured criminals. Some were easy enough to deal with, just imprisonments and executions. But the two leaders were trickier to deal with…

Makima’s superiors looked at her for suggestions which she gladly gave. The Katana Devil was to be kept and studied, his anatomy was similar to that of the Chainsaw Devil so maybe there could be some use in learning how their anatomies worked and maybe create future Devil hunters with as much resilience as them.

But when it came to Akane, Makima was conflicted. While she once was a Devil Hunter of the Safety department and did a lot of good for the public, she committed treason of high degree and conspired against her old comrades, as such Makima saw no other option. Akane would be executed. But as a reward for her service in the department… Akane would be allowed to choose her own execution method right after an interrogation and getting as much information about the Gun Devil as possible from her, whether by traditional means, through a Devil or Fiend of her choosing or even at the hand of her ex-associates at the Department, the blonde woman was free to choose her method of leaving this world.

When presented with this information while in custody and right after a long night of questioning. Sawatari, though bruised from the battle and the subsequent questioning, was unfazed. She sat there in the metal chair of the visitor’s cell of the prison she was temporarily being held at, avoiding Makima’s cold gaze by looking down all the while her old boss stared deeply into her, a trademarked smile plastered on her pale face. An uncomfortable silence reigned over the room for what seemed like ages.

The redhead woman was to inform the prisoner that if she weren’t to choose then Makima would be forced to choose for her but before she could even finish her sentence…

“I choose a Devil, then…” The blonde remarked.

Makima stared at Akane, expression unchanged as she slightly tilted her head in curiosity. It was surprising to hear that she wanted to be at the hands of a Devil and it was even more surprising to hear which Devil Akane wanted to see, it was shocking enough to make Makima’s eye widen a little.

“The Angel Devil…” Akane said under her breath, stare still down, looking just as unfazed.

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Angel sighed as he walked the hallway of the old Devil holding facility, it had been a while since he had seen this place and it was as repugnant and as inhospitable as it always had been. He hated being there, he hated having to go there once again, but orders were orders… It was the perfect opportunity to rebel, the perfect opportunity for him to stand his ground, say “no” and finally… Die, be killed by a rando of the Department for refusing to follow orders. Sweet death, just as he has always longed, but… Dying for the cause of a vile, evil human who hurt a lot of his brothers and sisters in arms was not exactly a Godly cause in his eyes.

“Better her than me, I guess…” He thought, as he rubbed his eyes due to the severe sleep deprivation he was always the victim of, if he ever found the Sleep Deprivation Devil and/or the Insomnia Devil he would surely kick their ass.

Why did this Akane woman want to see him anyway? They barely interacted, just making eye contact on a few occasions before she went rogue… Maybe it was because he was part Angel?

Humans would always be comforted by the sight of him, even if he were part Devil, even if he couldn’t touch them or comfort them, even if he thought humans should suffer, the sight of an Angel watching over you as you pass ia a really comforting and reassuring one… and he sometimes couldn’t help but to try and comfort humans as they died… The Angel part of him was just that strong. Maybe this Akane was of the religious kind… But even then, the Holy Devil knew nothing good was waiting for her on the other side, nothing but a lake of fire burning with brimstone, such is the fate of the treacherous wicked who hurt the innocent for their own selfish gain.

The winged boy finally reached his destination, sealed behind an reinforced iron door, guarded by two armed Department agents. He raised his eyebrow at one of them, staring with indifference and tiredness. In response, the agent nodded and turned towards the keypad of the door, typing in a code to unseal the door which he proceeded to open, extending his arm and welcoming in the Angel who simply nodded and entered the room without saying a single word. Everyone knew what they were doing in there and Angel wanted to finish it as quickly as possible, not only because he hated being there or the fact he was being used as a tool to execute a traitor but also because he was tired and sleepy.

Angel entered the room, the sight that welcomed him was a peculiar one. He recognized that cell, used by an old, now dead Devil who’s cell was only adorned with an old piano and some wooden furniture. Poor guy was killed trying to escape after no one wanted to make deals with him for a while and his cell stood there, abandoned, as if frozen in time. That whole hallway stood abandoned as the remaining Devils in custody were moved to upgraded cells that were hastily built after the previously mentioned escape attempt.

And in the center of the room… Stood Akane, hands and legs cuffed, looking just as tired and done with everything as was Angel.

With tired, half closed eyes they stared at each other, not really saying a thing.

“...Great.” Thought Angel “She probably doesn’t even know what to do now…”

Had it been up to him, he would have used a 6 months dagger to finish her quickly and efficiently, but… She had to choose and Makima was really upfront about that.

So he decided to ask her.

“So… what do you want me to do?” The angelic boy asked, rubbing his eye in the vain hope of removing some of the heaviness of his eyelid.

Akane replied quicker than expected, in a firm but still rather neutral voice. “Sit on that table, make sure your legs are on top of it.” She used both of her hands to point to the creaky wooden table near the corner of the room opposite to the door.

What an odd request. What the hell was she even planning? The request was so weird it made Angel suspect she was planning something like an escape plan but… There was nothing she could do, Angel was proficient at fighting, her deal with the Snake Devil was severed, there were heavily armed guards right outside and… Knowing Makima and how through she is, she was probably watching from afar in case something went wrong, plus she’d be morbid enough to want to watch this sort of thing.

There was a 0% percent chance of her escaping now and she probably knew it… But Angel would definitely keep an eye on her, just in case she had some weird shit up her sleeve.

With a sigh, Angel relented and walked to the table, sitting down and making sure his legs were on top of it, his feet dangled on the very edge of the table.

The winged boy watched as the blonde slowly walked up to him, head held straight but at the same time looking down as if she were staring at something. The boy simply leaned back, using his arms to support himself and carefully staring at Akane, making sure she wasn’t going to try anything.

And then… She fell to her knees with a small ‘thud’, this surprised Angel a bit, who leaned to the side and stared at the girl to see if she was okay. Akane was just kneeling there, hands on her knees and breathing heavily as she had her face to the floor, her badly colored blonde hair covering most of her tired face.

“Oh, she’s on her knees and praying…” Angel thought it was understandable since he was part angel but even then it was weird to pray to an Angel and not to anything above… Especially since base angels were really low in the heavenly hierarchy but that didn’t mean they were useless but it was a sin to pray to angels, you are supposed to pray to the big man Himself… Humans will do anything for immediate comfort, even if it means praying to the wrong entity…

and just as Angel was losing himself in a train of thought amidst his amusement with humanity… He felt something tugging at his sneaker. He looked back at Akane, who was using both of her cuffed hands to fidget with his shoe until she… Took it off. Leaving behind his foot only with a plain white sock.

Before Angel could even process what was happening, something unbelievable happened. After struggling for a bit… Akane brough the shoe to her face, inserting her nose and mouth into it before taking a long breath.

To say that Angel was shocked would be an understatement. He couldn’t even believe what he was seeing, out of all the time he’s been with the Department he had seen some crazy shit but this was something else. The poor boy just sat there, bewildered as he saw Akane sniffing the inside of his shoe. She took long, calculated breaths as if she wanted to get most out of the aroma.

After a few, painfully long minutes of staring in complete and utter shock, Akane finally did something. She broke away from Angel’s shoe which was somewhat of a relief to the boy but then she brought her face to his socked foot and inhaled deeply, using the same calculated breaths that she used on the shoe.

The faintest of blushes began to appear on her face as she took whiffs, she brought her hands to his sole and began to rub it, making circles on the sock using her thumbs’ movements. Angel could easily feel most of Akane’s face on his sole, he wasn’t very ticklish but the sock was definitely protecting him from some weird… Sensations.

It took way too long for Akane to separate her face from his foot and when she finally did… Angel could see her expression… It was an expression of trying and failing to maintain neutrality and instead end up with a stupid little perverted smile

“... Divine…” She said under her breath, separating her face from his foot as a faint smile grew on her face.

That was enough to get Angel out of his shock. “Divine”? Now he felt embarrassed. While he did wash himself regularly (cleanliness is next to godliness after all), and on occasion people would tell him about a particular “fresh” aroma he emitted, he didn’t feel his feet were anything special, they should only smell like soap and this woman is treating them as if they were holy. Not only that… Angel could feel her lust and if Sodom and Gommorrah were anything to go by… Lusting after angels was a heinous action.

“W-What in the world are you doing?!” Angel finally managed to piece together his shocked mind in order to speak up, a visible blush appearing on his pale face.

Akane let go of his foot, she sighed and leaned to the side to meet Angel’s blushing face.

“This is how I want to go” She said plainly, as if this was nothing out of the ordinary. “I want you to smother me with your feet, and take away my life”

It was obvious Akane felt like she was stating the obvious but for Angel it was still rather baffling.

“W-Wh-”

“Why?”

Akane interrupted Angel, already knowing what he was going to ask.

“...I don’t know. I guess I’m just perverted like that.” The woman looked to the side, losing herself in her thoughts for a bit.

“I always found you kinda cute, even if we never patrolled together or even spoke to one another, you are one of the only genuinely cute guys in the entire division. For a while and a little later after I quit this stupid agency I kinda wanted to ask if you wanted to tag along.” She scratched the back of her head as she reminisced about the relatively recent past “But… You became Makima’s lapdog, like most of the people here” She stared around, as if she suspected someone else was in the cell with them “So it was a lost cause. And now that I’m here and about to die I kinda wanted to see you again, dying by the hand of a cute Devil doesn’t sound that bad”

Akane stared at Angel once again, both of them met gazes.

“... I know that you can sap away people’s lives with only touching them, I know how perverted this all is and I know very well that I’m going to hell. At least I want to live out a fantasy I had for a while before I’m gone.”

This left the winged boy speechless. Should he feel pity? Should he feel disgusted? Should he kill her right there and then? He didn’t know how he SHOULD feel but he managed to interpret how he actually felt. It was a mixture of the compassion he had for all humans, something he felt every saint had. and at the same time he felt loathing. This odious woman was disgusting in all senses of the word, treacherous and perverted… An ungodly combination.

But… Akane was right in something. She was not going to leave that room, this was pretty much her last request. It was such a simple, stupid request, something that would only require him to sit there and smother her. It was so simple, so easy to do like most of the jobs in the department he actually enjoyed doing and Angel wasn’t one to deny someone on death row a last request, especially if it was something so simple and even if she was evil.

Angel looked at Akane again, who was just sitting there with that apathetic and bored look she always had plastered on her face, the type of expression that told the world “Fuck off”, but there was something on her eyes, the ever so slightly hint of sadness and regret something that, when it came to evil people, you could only find when they’ve given up completely and when they know they are fucked.

That disgusted Angel.

He gave a long sigh, closing his eyes and shaking his head before he opened them, he stared at Akane right in the eye while his lower lip was puckered in frustration and then he spoke.

“The… Average lifespan of a woman is around 75 years old worldwide. You seem to be in your mid 20s so you have 50 years to spare… Maybe a little more if the Snake Devil didn’t take away any of your years and if you lived healthily.”

Angel used his uncovered foot to take off his other shoe while he spoke, it fell down right beside Akane.

“So based on how my body works… After you take my socks off and touch me you’ll have… 17 to 18 minutes to do… whatever it is you want to do.”

The fake blonde’s eyes immediately lit up, something which Angel found kinda pathetic.

“If this is how you want to go then…” He sighed again, playfully kicking his feet back and forth “...Knock yourself out. Just don’t make weird noises, that’s gross.” He finished, sounding kinda defeated.

Akane looked away after he finished speaking, the winged boy could see she was trying to hide a smile.

Without saying a word… She went back to what she was doing a few moments earlier, taking deep whiffs of his socks… She rubbed her face over the soft fabric, loving the softness.

“You know” Akane spoke between sniffs “I really regret no approaching you… I think that if we knew each other better we could have been a good team.” Right after finishing the sentence she went back to sniffing, rubbing her face all over Angel’s soles while she took deep breaths, she went as far as hugging his feet from behind and pressing them more against her face.

“Shut up.” Angel replied, this woman was disgusting in his eyes. Not only were good people hurt because of her, she was also lustful… At least after this, Angel wouldn’t have to see her again.

After a couple of more whiffs and a couple of kisses, Akane decided it was showtime.

“Now, for the main part…” She said as she grabbed the tips of Angel’s socks and slowly pulled them off, like some sort of strip show she took it slowly, first revealing his perfect round heels, then little by little his high, beautiful arch and the ball of the foot appeared, leaving the socks hanging by the edge of his toes. The blonde took a step back to admire Angel’s feet. His beautiful toes were really fitting of an angel, with every curve being so pleasing to the eyes and it was made better by Angel scrunching his soles, he did this without knowing and it showed off the adorable little wrinkles his soles had, Akane couldn’t help but salivate.

She took the socks and lifted them, leaving Angel’s beautiful feet completely bare. Akane couldn’t help but blush as Angel instinctively spread his toes upon them being bare. Those beautiful little toes wiggled freely which made the blonde all giddy. Breath becomes quicker and her body gets hotter. It was now or never… This is how she left the world behind.

Akane closed her eyes and leaned into Angel’s beautiful feet, rubbing her face against his sole, sniffing away as she felt the forbidden fruit that was his bare skin, moaning silently as her life slipped away.

“Ew” Angel exclaimed as she saw the woman rub her feet against his damp sole. He scrunched it which Akane seemed to enjoy as she made another moan. He could feel her life coursing through him, he was slowly sapping away while she lustfully rubbed her face on his feet. The disgusted exclamation of Angel was not only about having the woman on his feet, kissing his sole so lovingly but it was also about this entire situation. How ridiculous it was.

“...There are worse ways to die, I guess… And your face feels kinda nice” The boy tried to rationalize a bit, it was pointless but at least it gave him some comfort. At that point the woman wasn’t even listening, she was too busy tracing over the wrinkles of his foot with her nose as she inhaled his aroma, kissing the beautiful sole as her face turned completely red.

Angel stared at Akane with pity and amusement, watching as she slowly got more bolder, going from simple kisses to full on licks. He could hear her slurps, the sound and the sensation of her saliva on his sole, how it began to drip down and cover them, while he had to admit this felt nice… He simply couldn’t enjoy it but at least… Watching the woman who caused him, his Devil compatriots, and his co-workers so much grief be reduced to this lustful mess was… Entertaining. In a weird way… She was suffering, something that Angel enjoyed seeing.

“The next 18 minutes are going to be interesting…”

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It had been 30 minutes since Angel had arrived to complete Sawatari’s execution. Makima had figured it was more than enough time for it to be complete.

She nodded at the guards in front of her, who promptly opened the door to Akane’s cell.

With a fascinated smile she stared at the far end of the room, where Angel was putting his shoes back on, tying his laces while sitting on the old creaky table the cell had…

At the foot of the table was the corpse of Akane Sawatari, the once Devil hunter turned criminal. She laid as if she were sleeping, arms extended, eyes closed and face covered in drool, but she had a smile on her face and a slowly fading blush… Definitely the expression of someone who had gone out on her own terms.

Angel looked up, straightening himself and immediately getting off the table. “Makima-san…”

The redhead nodded, trademarked smirk still on her face, staring at Angel with her penetrating yellow eyes.

“You did good, Angel. Thank you for doing this for me.”

Angel looked down, the word “conflicted” written all over his face. “It was nothing…” He looked back at Akane. “It’s so strange for her to end things this way…”

Makima stepped closer to the Devil, arms behind her back as she tilted her head amicably, understanding the struggles that hunted Angel and the conflict that resulted from slowly killing anyone he touched. “It was her choice and this is what she wanted, the fact you went through with it is admirable. You are way kinder than you think when it comes to dealing with humans and that’s something to respect.” She tried her best to console him in her own, cold and distant way.

Angel simply sighed. ”Right…” He looked at Makima and yawned. “If that’s everything then… May I go to my quarters now? I’m tired…”

Makima nodded and bowed slightly. “Thank you once again, Angel-kun. One of the guards will escort you to your room, rest well.”

Angel bowed back and walked away, looking down as if he were deep in thought. Tired expression of sadness and a hint of a blush adorning his pretty face.

One of the guards began to walk down the hallway as the Angel Devil quietly followed suit while the other guard entered and began walking to the corpse. “I’ll take it from here”

“Actually…” Makima replied, turning back to see the agent. “I need to verify that Sawatari’s actually dead. Please close the door behind you as a safety precaution.”

The guard wanted to object but… She knew better than to object to the instructions of Lady Makima.

“As you wish.” The guard responded, “Please do not hesitate to call for help if you need it.” The agent then quietly closed the door behind her.

What Makima had said was a lie. She knew Sawatari was gone but she really needed that door closed for a single, specific reason…

Angel forgot to put his socks on, so they just laid on the floor of the cell right next to Akane’s body. Makima, being the nice woman she is, planned on giving them back to him, she really wanted to see his reaction as to forget such an essential piece of clothing as socks but she had other intentions with those pieces of clothing and her temptations were too strong to ignore.

She bent to pick them up and after taking a hold of them she stood there for a while, smiling as she felt the soft fabric of the socks… Before bringing them to her face and taking a light whiff.

Makima brought her hands down as her smile grew ever so slightly as sinful thoughts about Angel began to occupy spaces in her mind.

“Divine indeed…”

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I ALWAYS COME BACK.

Starting off the year strong with boi feet. Here we have the Angel Devil from world famous anime and manga Chainsaw Man getting a nice worship by Akane, from the same anime. Angel is fucking precious, he's second best boy (behind aki) and I love him, I really hope there's more art of him in the future, he's up there with Narancia and Chihiro when it comes to favorite dudes.

It was really fun to draw this, tried to get Angel's feet to look meaty as heck working with the shadows was fun too, though a tad bit time consuming lmao.

Now... as for the story...

Not gonna lie, that was probably the most fucked up story i've written but i really wanted to flex my creative muscles here plus chainsaw man is extremely fucked up in a way so it's kinda fitting! Feel free to ignore it however, you can perfectly separate the story from the drawing.

I really hope you guys enjoy it!

Also! For fellow manga readers, there's a third alt in the attachments but please do not open it if you aren't caught up with the manga or at the very least reached the part with the famous dance, you know the one with THAT girl that encompasses an entire page, by that point you are probably safe to watch it lmao

You have been warned!

Oh and... More stuff comign up soon! Thank you guys for your support and patience!