[1st POV]
For a devil like me, hell was paradise.
I was sure that heaven wouldn't feel as good as hell.
After I met with the Falling Devil, I spent my days being served like a VIP guest in the best restaurant in the universe.
And it looked like that as well.
The dimension took the form of a high-end restaurant. It wasn't a lie when the Falling Devil said she was going to serve me. She literally shaped the dimension to my liking. I've asked for a picnic type scenery, a buffet type of scenery and even a pig house type scenery when she fed me.
And she followed every request.
Now here I am, looking like a well-dressed ugly pig. I wore a black suit and a nice hat. By all means, I looked like old money. If I removed my hat, you would see that I have well-groomed black hair that was neatly combed and oiled so thoroughly that they shine.
I was alone in the restaurant, my back straight as I waited for my chef.
Eventually, a tall woman with multiple arms came forward. She was dressed like a head chef, and her head was detached from her body, and two arms held it on top of her head. I think she was around 8 feet tall.
If I were brutally honest, she looked exactly like those ghost onee-san that would molest shota in a hentai.
I know you know exactly what I was referring to.
"Sorry for making you wait. For tonight's dinner, I have prepared a rather thematic menu."
The Falling Devil gracefully removed the silver lid.
"A four-course experience, carefully curated to explore one of humanity's oddest journeys from innocence to evil,"
She gestured toward the dishes as though presenting priceless works of art.
"The first course is the Virgin Devil. Delicate, untouched and remarkably pure in flavour. Its profile is subtle and innocent, possessing notes of curiosity, anticipation and possibility. A gentle beginning."
Her smile widened.
"The second course is the Sex Devil. Richer, warmer and infinitely more complex. The flesh has been slow-aged to allow the desires, obsessions and pleasures accumulated over centuries to fully mature. One might say it is the emotional centrepiece of the meal."
Wait, Sex Devil? I remebered that.
But unlike my memory, the Sex Devil's wasn't a huge penis. It was a well-presented dish. There was a vigina, and switched between the lips was a hot dog dick. But it didn't look like a dick as it had boobs at either end of it.
Surely, you would think I'd never eat this. But the attractive scent pushed away all sense of disgust. In my defence, they were ripe pink.
She moved to the next dish.
"The third course is the Pregnant Devil. A wonderfully heavy creation. Full-bodied, nurturing and layered. The flavour develops slowly, revealing themes of hope, responsibility, anxiety and expectation."
She cut the belly looking dish and inside were different layers like an onion, each ozzing out juices.
Finally, she lifted the last lid.
The Falling Devil's eyes gleamed.
"The Abortion Devil."
She spoke the name with the same reverence a master chef might reserve for a rare vintage.
"Sharp. Bittersweet. Lingering. Every great meal requires an ending, and every story requires a conclusion. It starts with innocence and ends with death."
She stepped back and bowed elegantly.
"Each dish has been arranged to build upon the last. Possibility. Desire. Creation. Death."
Her smile somehow became even wider.
"I strongly recommend enjoying them in order. To do otherwise would be culinary vandalism. And for the dessert, I've brought human meat as you requested. The human corpse of the most evil human I could find,"
She opened the final silver lid, and it was an ice cream-looking dish. A human meatball dressed to look like a dessert.
I asked for human meat because I was trying to see if eating a human would grant me the ability to turn into a human once more.
"Please do enjoy your food," she said with a bow.
"Certainly," I said and began eating.
In the meantime, Falling Devil left the room to prepare the next meal for me. The days were spent like this. Constant eating and feeding. I didn't know how much time had passed; our routine seemed infinite. But Falling Devil seemed to be having the time of her life.
She did everything for me. But in return, I needed only to eat whatever she served me and praise her when some dishes were exceptional. At this point, I didn't even have to hunt for Devils to eat, she did everything for me.
And the Devils that were processed by her, even if they were weak, alwasy tasted incredible.
...
Time passed once more. I think maybe weeks had passed.
Right now, the dimension took the form of a baby's room. The walls were decorated with flowers and cute characters. The floor was filled with many toys as well.
On the bed sat the Falling Devil. Her pale face was completely red as she cradled me in her arms. My current appearance was that of an ugly piglet. Her giant breasts were bared to me, and I was sucking on them like a baby.
"Haaa, to serve myself as the ultimate food. A mother's milk exists to nourish and grow an infant. Truly, a mother's milk is the pinnacle of food. " The first food of any life," she said in a moaning tone as I sucked on her nipple.
For the record, this wasn't my idea.
As I grew stronger and stronger from the endless streams of food, eventually the Falling Devil herself smelled delicious to me. When I asked if I could eat her, she was extremely excited and asked me to give her time so that she could figure out a way to serve herself.
This was her conclusion.
For the record, I didn't protest at all at the idea.
Before I died, I had eaten the Darkness Devil. Primordials were infinitely more powerful than other Devils. When I ate the Darkness Devil, I remebered that I nearly died. It was pure agony to try and digest the devil.
But what I did with the Falling Devil was consume her slolwy, making sure that there wouldn't be any pain. As I drank her breastmilk, my power was growing insanely fast.
"Do you think your hunger will be satisfied if you consume my entire being?" she asked.
Not letting go of her nipple, I shook my head.
"What tragedy," she said.
I continued sucking on her breast. Eventually, she began singing me a lullaby and rocking me gently in her many arms.
I've never felt so at peace.
Eventually, I reached my limit. I realised I couldn't consume much more when I felt a burning sensation in my stomach. Finally. I let go of her nipple and released a loud, disgusting burp.
"Are you done? Don't worry, I will feed again as soon as possible," she said and stood up from the bed,
She carried me to a baby's chair and sat me down. My piglet's appearance also had a diaper, which I didn't really appreciate but went with anyway.
"I will leave for a moment," she said after she sat me down and left the room.
Finally, I was left alone. My belly was filled and for a moment, I felt no sense of hunger. Like I said, not being hungry in itself made hell feel like heaven.
But eating a Primordial Devil wasn't easy, so I reckoned I'd need a long time before I could fully consume her.
At a time like this, I usually close my eyes and explore all the devils I had imprisoned inside me. Their numbers were nearing millions. Although I had so much raw power, unlike my previous run, I didn't have time at all to explore any abilities that came with the devils I ate.
I got myself familiar with different powers in times like this.
Time worked differently in hell. But after what felt like hours and when my hunger started to come back, Falling Devil entered the dimension once more.
"I'm back!" she chirped. She held a large bowl with her.
"I brought baby food for you!" she said and showed me the mixture that looked like a purple mashed potato.
"It's the Murder Devil, Clown Devil, Ugly Devil and Face Devil all finely crushed under the weight of a planet," she said.
My pig nose twitched as I took in the delicious smell.
"Here, say ahh," she said, bringing the spoon to my face to feed me.
Again, I didn't protest and let her feed me like a baby.
...
A short time passed.
And my hell/heaven came to an end.
While I was eating, the whole dimension was suddenly washed in darkness. The space trembled and any shape that the dimension fell apart as it followed the will of the strongest.
A distinct smell filled my nose.
A smell I recognised.
Darkness Devil.
And it wasn't just him. A horrific smell aslo penetrated my nose. The scent was so utterly disgusting it made me want to vomit. This could only mean that the enitty was still so much stronger than me.
Death. It was the smell of death.
"Oh dear," Fall said with a sigh.
I've started to call her Fall with her permission.
"It seems our joyous time has come to an end," she said. "Death has come,"
Fall acted like she had been expecting this. There was no surprise in her voice to match mine. The Death Devil was the strongest Devil in existence.
It could be said to be the very source of fear.
All fear leads to her.
She was so strong that if all the Devils were to fight against her, they'd lose.
"Quick, leave this dimension. I will hold them off," she said.
A door materialised in front of me.
"But what about you?" I asked.
I've spent what felt like years with her. Although our relationship was purely that of a chef and her customer, it could be said that I was very fond of her.
Yeah, even if one of my plans was to eat her whole, I liked her.
"I will probably die. You will, too, if you remain in hell. You need to find a way to get out of hell if you want to live.Regarldess of any sitatuion, lets meet again in the human world," she said.
And with that. I head to the door.
And my time with the Falling Devil came to an abrupt end.
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