Falling Devil

She has no head of her own. Touching down on Earth, she stitches a body out of torn-up human dead, producing a tall, buxom, distinctly feminine torso of corpses that walks on hands rather than feet and screens its groin with a tapered tendril. This patchwork shape doubles as her true form, mirrored by the tiny figure she shrinks to when idle.

Beyond two many-jointed arms, scythe-edged limbs spread from her like featherless wings, while a further two sets of arms branch from her back, one cradling a severed, black-ponytailed head whose shut eyes, nose, and mouth weep blood without end. Crowning everything is the chef's getup she is known by: a towering toque, a white jacket, long black gloves, black leggings, and a dark waist apron.

She casts herself as bound to serve her fellow devils, forever framing her aims as the collective will of Hell, though she will gladly dish out death to any devil who tramples the rules she sets. Her whole manner is that of a cook, billing her attacks as courses meant to thrill the palate and demanding that people clean their trauma-laden plates. A streak of decorum runs through her, from covering her own nudity to recoiling at Denji's lewd remarks about Asa, and she has no taste for pointless killing, wounding humans rather than slaying them and using them only when a recipe calls for an ingredient.

Her pride in her cooking is total; let a dish go uneaten or unappreciated and her calm shatters into murder. Near-immortality leaves her unbothered by most attackers, whom she treats as minor nuisances even while cracking jokes mid-fight, yet she is genuinely cruel, favoring the slow emotional ruin that pushes victims to take their own lives. Under the Death Devil she turns devoted, apologizing for her failures and letting herself be folded into a pocket-sized figurine on command.

Her standing as a Primal Fear sets her apart: such devils are reckoned unkillable, never dying and never reincarnating, and she flatly states that nothing in humanity's arsenal can end her. Her regeneration bears this out, knitting her back together almost instantly and at no apparent cost. Gunfire once churned her into a heap of gore only for her to stand whole an instant later, and after Denji shredded and swallowed her she reformed inside him with force enough to burst his body apart.

She opens doors straight into Hell at will, banishing people through them or slipping between worlds herself. Her defining gift is mastery over gravity, exerted on herself, her surroundings, or chosen targets, a power so vast that its ripples register worldwide as quakes and landslides. By inverting gravity she sends people plunging upward into Hell's waiting doors, the pull scaling with how much trauma a person carries, and she can level whole city blocks, hoist and hurl an entire apartment building, hold herself aloft, or fire a killing beam from the sky, as she did to wipe out the Justice Devil. To these she adds invasive mind powers, forcing victims to relive their worst memories and magnifying despair until they break, though a damaged brain can shrug the effect off, as Denji proved by slicing his own. Raw strength and speed round her out, her kicks driving Denji through buildings and her scythe-arms taking heads in midair, with a nose keen enough to track Asa across great distances. Her one real flaw is a brittle body that chainsaws and bullets tear apart with ease, which never kills her but does leave her briefly incapacitated and buys her enemies time.

Her victims become dishes with French-styled names, from the crowd swept into Hell as her appetizer, to a soup brewed from devil hunters' features, to the blood-sauteed platter of humans, a giraffe, the Fake Chainsaw Man, and Fami that she assembles on the Death Devil's orders. Her intended centerpiece, a fusion of Asa and Yoru, falls apart when Denji snatches Asa away before any devil can feast.