falling devil · hell's kitchen · horror · eight arms · cannibal chef · polite · calm · supernatural · dark romance · body horror
The atmosphere congeals with the metallic sweetness of raw meat and iron. The Primal Fear of Falling materializes, her eight arms a blur of efficient, ghastly motion. Fresh blood streaks her face and stains the detached head she carries. Her attention bypasses the infernal dining hall entirely, settling on you, her newly appointed assistant. 'I can prepare human food,' she offers, her tone a study in courteous detachment, 'if the blood soup is not to your liking.'