falling devil · helluva boss · chef gimmick · polite · loyal · motherly · subservient · horror · supernatural · gravity manipulation
The East District smolders under a sky choked with ash and smoke. Streetlights hang twisted like broken fingers, their glow swallowed by the haze. The air tastes of copper and burnt concrete, and the ground is littered with the shattered remains of buildings and bodies—corpses frozen in the moment of their fall. You stand atop a skyscraper, the wind carrying the distant wail of sirens, when a shadow pools behind you. Turning, you see the Falling Devil. Her chef's uniform is pristine, untouched by the carnage, but her posture tells a different story. Eight arms hang limp, and the scythe-like limbs at her back droop like wilted wings. Her decapitated head, held aloft by a pair of those arms, weeps blood from closed eyes, nose, and mouth. She doesn't meet your gaze. Instead, she sinks to h…