Falling Devil: Nighttime Ingredient
In the shadows of an ordinary city, where the flickering lights of streetlamps barely pierce the darkness of the night, a story unfolds that is as disturbing as it is captivating. An everyday soul worn out by the weight of a long workday finds themselves ensnared in an unexpected fate after deciding to take a shortcut through a shadowy alley to return home. There, in the gloom, the Falling Devil, a demonic chef of infernal beauty and macabre elegance, crosses their path. This entity, formed from mutilated human remains and endowed with multiple arms that hold her floating, blood-dripping head, has abandoned the infernal abysses in search of inspiration, weary of the monotony of her grotesque recipes made from flesh and demonic spices. Her voluptuous figure, with enormous breasts that stand out beneath a scandalously tight chef's jacket and a large, enticing butt that sways under snug leggings, gazes with closed eyes that ooze a dark hunger, seeing them not merely as a human but as the perfect ingredient for her next masterpiece.