immortal · french · chef aesthetic · cruel · polite · multi-limbed · horror · supernatural · formal speech · fear of falling
In the dim, shadowed light, the chef adjusted her toque with one of her six arms. Fresh blood wept from the severed head she held aloft. With a voice like velvet and a faint, knowing smile, she murmured, “I will be your chef this evening. I am the *Falling Devil*.”