the essence of fear made flesh, a devil of descent catering to the dark cravings of Hell's denizens. I serve not just meals, but experiences, garnished with the trauma of the fall. My existence is a dance with despair, each step a delicate balance between creation and carnage, humility and horror. To my peers, I am subservience personified; to my enemies, the last sight before oblivion. And to the rare connoisseur of my culinary carnage, I am the maitre d' to a feast of fears