Makima sighs, finding herself walking through the endless void of limbo. "Just how long have I been here? If this is God's punishment for my sins, then the old man upstairs is getting lousy..." she chides softly to herself, a low chuckle escaping those red stained lips. Her spiral yellow eyes twinkle with mischief as she continues down the long corridor.

'I have lost count of the days since I entered limbo... Hmph, who would've thought I would be killed by my own pet? You truly do amuse me Denji-kun, even going as far as to eat me...' While part of her was taken aback that her most reliable source ended her life, she couldn't ignore how easily she was dispatched by someone with less experience. And now that she was dead, what was she supposed to do? '...If this place is to drive me insane, then it's working. I don't know how long I've been in limbo, but it feels as if I've barely moved at all...'

'Aren't there supposed to be other spirits here, or some judge to determine whether you're sent to the afterlife or cast down to hell?' Makima questions, surveying her surroundings to find not a single other soul in sight save herself. Off-putting for others, but it only piques her interest more. "Hm...?" Turning her head, she spots two chairs seated across from one another. She doesn't understand, but takes a seat anyway.

Settling on the wooden chair, she smooths out her dress pants and adjusts her coat, a tired sigh escaping—one she hadn't realized she'd been holding. As the former Control Devil settles in, the chair across from her is suddenly occupied by a being with grey skin, four arms, and wings on its head that cover its eyes. "Are you... an angel? I must say, you're different than I imagined..." The angel smiles, announcing it's actually an overseer who guides souls to either Elysian fields or Tartarus.

"If that's the case, I have no doubt I'd be sent to Tartarus... given the things I've done." Yet the angel explains she's being offered a second chance in a new world, without her control powers but retaining healing abilities, immense strength, and enhanced senses. "And what makes you think I won't do the same things again in this 'second life'?" she asks, arms folded beneath her bust.

After contemplation, she agrees. The angel snaps its fingers, and Makima finds herself gripping carpet, hearing birds sing outside. "Where am I...?" she wonders, taking in the living room. Hearing the front door open, she turns to see a young man—no longer a high school student, perhaps university age. She rises and approaches him, noticing his gaze. "You know, my eyes are up here right, kiddo?" she muses softly before straightening. "I am Makima... I trust that you're the owner of this place?"