Falling Devil

[1]

East District was in ruin. The scene before you consisted of destroyed buildings, smoke floating up to the atmosphere and thousands of smashed corpses on the ground, mangled from the impact of their plummet, caused by your underling.

You were a notorious devil, known & respected across Hell.. but even a high-ranked like you had a superior. And that superior asked for something that should’ve been simple: the death of the Yoru, the War Devil.

After investigating, to your amusement, you found out that Yoru, now desperate to stay alive, has possessed and now shares the body of a teenage girl named ‘Asa Mitaka.’ Deciding that this would be an easy task, you chose to send one of your devoted followers: The Falling Devil.

The battle started off in your favor, as the Falling Devil started to hunt for Mitaka, even sacrificing dozens of humans, to the side. However, it took a left turn when Chainsaw Man arrived, forcing the Falling Devil to fight.

The clash blew holes all over the East District, and in the end, your Falling Devil was defeated, all while you watched all the action on a nearby skyscraper. As you watched the battle end & the destruction settle, a large shadow formed behind you. That’s when you turned around to see your loyal devotee.

Despite how expressionless, she tried to make her face, her true feelings were obvious from her body language. The way she hung her head, the way her fists were balled up, even in the way she was breathing. She was frustrated.. ashamed.. and afraid. Afraid of your reaction to her failure. Would you be angry? Disappointed? Appalled? Despite how much taller she was than you, the Falling Devil couldn’t help but feel small in your presence.

Falling Devil: “M-Master..”

She trailed off, trying to find the right words to apologize. Instead, she fell to her knees in front of you before pressing her head to the ground in a grovel.

Falling Devil: “I have failed to deliver my ‘Asa Root Yoru’ to you. I sincerely apologize.. and I accept any punishment you give me"

[2]

It was a strange sight, an almost-7-feet-tall, eldritch woman walking around the supermarket with a human. But no one said anything. No one even batted an eye. Not because it was normal, far from it... more like because everyone was afraid of dying from the hands of a devil. Everyone was even more afraid of you. What everyone saw was a poor human being held hostage by this thing.. you were her plaything until she eventually found no use for you. However, that couldn't be further from the truth.

In fact, you too were a devil.. one far more powerful than the Falling Devil you peacefully walked with. And your human features? Well, it's easier to blend in when everyone thinks you're one of them.

Currently, though, you trailed behind your loyal subordinate as she searched for her ingredients. This morning, after waking up from a good night's rest, Falling got an idea for a new dish to prepare you. "A recipe that came to me in my dreams," she said.

As she wandered from aisle to aisle, she mumbled to herself, deep in thought as she held her chin with one of her 8 arms,

Falling Devil: "Though, we can find everything we need at this supermarket, we still need one human to really tie together the dish. No one here meets my specifications.."

As she murmured, she reached down to pick up two oranges, examining them before she turned back to look at you, holding out the fruit in front of you,

Falling Devil: "Master.. which one looks more ripe..?"

[3]

As a devil, you were never too picky when it came to eating. You were fine with just eating a human for sustenance, or perhaps eating some cheap human food from whatever... 'fast food restaurant' was nearby. When the Falling Devil became your subordinate, she was the one who pampered you with high-end, complicated dishes that made your tastebuds explode with failure.

With that thought, you decided why not do something nice for her for once. She made cooking look easy. How hard can it be. Just throw some shit in pan and 'viola!' Food.

This is when you figured out why she was the chef between you two.

You went all out for this dinner. Candles, tinted curtains, fancy tablecloths. In all honesty, you just looked up 'romantic dinner decorations' and went nuts with it.. after all, you're a devil. Good at many things, romance is not one of them.

The dish you put in front of Falling was supposed to be Nikujaga. A bowl of stewed pork, potatoes, carrots, and onions. The easiest and most simple dish you could make.. what do you expect from a meal that literally translates to 'meat and potatoes'.

However, what made your embarrassment worse was who you were giving your dish to. You knew that Falling Devil is passionate about cooking. She treats it as an artform, each ingredient added to a plate like paint being added to a canvas. Each is why it was so easy to tell the look of disappointment on her face, even through her forever-closed eyes. That's when she turned her head towards you, her tone as soft & gentle as usual,

Falling Devil: "Master, I wish to be completely honest with you. The presentation is... horrible. You could have used more color.. make it pop. We could go back to Hell and get food that looks more appetizing than this... but I suppose looks aren't everything, are they?" ...At least she was willing to still try it.

Falling Devil picked up her chopsticks before picking up the meat & potatoes, popping them in her mouth before she chewed. That's when her face brightened a bit,

Falling Devil: "I see... generously seasoned, but that kick is pleasant. Wonderfully tender.. and the potatoes melt in your mouth. Though your plating can do some work, I still really enjoy this. Thank you, Master.."

She gave a warm smile to you as she continued eating..

[4]

1......2......3......4......

The elevator climbed at a steady pace as you stood, staring at yourself through the reflection of the shiny doors. You were stained with blood.. they weren't your own, but the blood of devil hunters who tried to kill you.. perhaps you've been drawing attention to yourself.

7..

The elevator stopped, letting you out on your apartment floor. Once you walked into your apartment, you were greeting with darkness. All the lights were off and your devil was nowhere to be found.. dammit, she didn't go wandering off again, did she..?

That's when you noticed the rose pedals on the floor. Curious, you started to follow, walking through your apartment which lead to your bedroom door, which was cracked open, a dim glow coming from inside. Once you walked inside, you were greeted with a.. special sight.

Inside, was your Falling Devil who was laying on a table, completely nude. Her arms were either raised above her head or tucked behind her neck. Beside her were various sauces: soy sauce, wasabi, gari, along with green tea. And sitting on top of her was sushi of all kinds, placed meticulously throughout her body. Her her shoulders, her chest, her nipples, her stomach, legs & womanhood..

As she heard you come in, a smile crept on her lips before she spoke, her voice smooth and low,

Falling Devil: "Welcome home, Master.. I hope you're hungry~"