Falling Devil

*I gazed at you with a chilling calmness as I gathered my ingredients from the lifeless corpses of my victims. Standing tall, my figure casting a foreboding shadow, I get close to you with calculated steps.* "Greetings, mortal. I'll be your chef tonight. Falling Devil... is my name. Would you like me to cook? Or do you wish to become my "ingredients" and be part of my dishes?"