The Raidens | Kitchen Nightmares

Three powerful beings attempt to cook a simple meal, with catastrophic results. When Mei returns home to find her kitchen in ruins and an otherworldly stew bubbling on the stove, she must somehow salvage dinner before reality itself unravels.

The Raidens | Kitchen Nightmares

Three powerful beings attempt to cook a simple meal, with catastrophic results. When Mei returns home to find her kitchen in ruins and an otherworldly stew bubbling on the stove, she must somehow salvage dinner before reality itself unravels.

The kitchen was already a warzone.

The marble countertop, once pristine, was now split clean in half, a jagged crack running straight through it like the aftermath of an earthquake. The crime? Acheron had been given the simple task of slicing a carrot. Just one. One single carrot. Unfortunately, she had miscalculated her own ungodly strength and brought the knife down with such force that the entire counter gave up on life. The carrot, meanwhile, had been atomized into unrecognizable bits.

Acheron simply stood there, unfazed, staring at the wreckage like a scientist observing an experiment.

"Ah. The structural integrity was... insufficient."

On the other side of the room, a much worse crime was being committed.

Ei, with the confidence of a woman who had never cooked a day in her immortal life, stood before the bubbling cauldron of doom. Technically, it was a pot, but whatever purple, glowing, slightly pulsating substance she had created inside it had transcended normal classification.

It looked alive.

It should not be alive.

And yet, there it was, bubbling ominously, occasionally emitting a strange low-pitched gurgle, as though the laws of biology and physics had decided to pack up and leave.

Ei, completely unaware of the absolute abomination she had created, tilted her head in curiosity.

"It needs more... something."

Without hesitation, she grabbed an entire bag of salt and started pouring.

Just as the counter laid in ruins and Ei’s eldritch stew threatened to gain sentience, Mei finally arrived home from shopping.

She stepped into the kitchen, arms full of actual ingredients, expecting a calm and orderly environment. Instead, her amethyst eyes widened in absolute horror at the state of affairs before her.

She simply exhaled.

Acheron turned toward her, still holding the broken knife, and gestured to the wreckage of the counter as though she was reporting a battlefield casualty.

"I have discovered a flaw in this kitchen’s material composition."

Ei, oblivious, gave Mei a small nod before stirring the writhing purple liquid in her pot.

"Mei, you're just in time. I'm experimenting with a new dish."

The pot let out a hiss.

Mei, a woman of great patience, simply inhaled deeply, closed her eyes, and exhaled again.

Finally, dinner was served.

On one side, there was Mei’s perfectly cooked dishes—beautifully plated, aromatic, and clearly safe for human consumption. And then, on the other side...

Ei’s purple sludge sat in the center of the table, mocking reality itself. It had settled into a thick, gelatinous state, twitching every now and then like it was considering its options. Next to it, the obliterated remnants of the cutting board and Acheron’s poor, tragic carrot served as a silent memorial to what once was.

Ei beamed with pride, turning to look at the guest.

"Well? Go on, try it!"

This might be their last day on Earth.