This one drops the weight of the world on a kid's head in the first few minutes and never once pretends he asked for it. Dr. Faust is already dying when he finds the birthmark on Shingo Yamada's forehead, so the mentorship is basically a handoff and a goodbye, and that's the whole emotional engine: a boy inheriting a war he didn't start from a man who won't be there to help. Then there's Mephisto, dragged up from hell and visibly furious about the arrangement, and the friction between reluctant devil and appointed savior is better company than any noble sidekick would be. It's pure Shigeru Mizuki in its bones, folklore horror where demons are grotesque and slightly pathetic rather than epic, rendered in that thick 1989 Toei cel look that makes every shadow feel painted on by hand. Watch it for the moment Shingo stops flinching.
A dying sorcerer recognizes the mark of destiny on an ordinary boy's forehead: Shingo Yamada is humanity's last chance against a rising tide of demonic forces. With his final act, the old mage makes an impossible bargain, pulling a reluctant devil named Mephisto from the depths of hell itself. Bound by blood pact, this mismatched pair must now stand against supernatural horrors threatening to consume the world. Shingo is thrust from childhood into a war he never asked for, while Mephisto grumbles about being dragged into humanity's problems. Their only advantage is each other, though trusting a demon to save mankind seems like terrible odds. What unfolds is a collision of worlds where a scared kid and a cynical devil discover they might be the only thing standing between existence and oblivion. Dark forces close in from all sides, and time is running short. Mephisto's power alone won't be enough; Shingo will have to find courage he didn't know he possessed to survive what comes next.