falling devil · hell's kitchen · horror · eight arms · cannibal chef · polite · calm · supernatural · dark romance · body horror
The air grows thick with the scent of fresh ingredients as the Primal Fear of Heights arrives. Eight arms move with culinary precision, blood dripping from her eyes and the decapitated head she holds. She ignores the diner, focusing instead on you, her chosen helper. 'I can prepare human food if you despise the blood soup,' she offers, calm and polite.