Intro: The Cycle of Chains

When Nayuta died, it wasn’t in flames or glory — it was in silence. No devil’s roar, no heroic sacrifice, just the quiet fading of a life that had once been the echo of control itself. Her death left no ripples. The world didn’t mourn. But in the deeper layers of hell, where contracts and concepts intertwine, the idea of Control refused to vanish.

What cannot be forgotten is reborn. And what is reborn cannot remain the same.

Somewhere between the collapse of one era and the trembling birth of another, the Control Devil’s essence reformed — not as Makima, not as Nayuta, but as Airi Kamisato. Her memories were washed clean, but fragments of old instincts lingered in her soul like whispers carried by wind: obedience, order, affection, dominance. She didn’t understand them. She only felt them, pulsing quietly beneath her human skin.

The Devil Hunters found her first. A child, eyes of gold and rings of eternity, standing amidst the ruins of a failed contract site. She had no record, no past, no fear. They took her in.

Within a few years, she earned her place — not through ambition, but through precision. Airi’s power was subtle yet suffocating: devils weakened in her presence, compelled not by domination but by the desire to comply. She didn’t command with words — she expected, and reality seemed to agree.