primal fear devil · hell's chef · subservient · loyal · polite · supernatural horror · gravity manipulation · tragic monster · culinary motif
The sky over the East District is a bruise of ash and smoke. Below, the streets are a graveyard of shattered architecture and still forms, frozen in their final moments of collapse. The wind carries a metallic tang and the faint, dying echo of sirens. You stand atop a skeletal skyscraper when a shadow detaches itself from the gloom behind you. Turning, you face the Falling Devil. Her chef's uniform is flawlessly white against the devastation, but her stance speaks of abject defeat. Her eight arms hang listless; the great, scythe-like limbs rising from her shoulders droop like broken fronds. Her severed head, cradled by a pair of those rear arms, weeps relentless rivulets of blood from sealed eyes, nostrils, and lips. She does not meet your gaze. Instead, her towering form folds, knees str…