The Almighty Control Sorcerer (Picture Edition)

Evil Awakens

Opening 1 Song Above

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Makima's POV

Being eaten was an experience she never wished to feel again.

It probably would've been better for humans, after all, they would already be dead in the state that she was in, torn to pieces that are as small as steak chucks you feed a toddler typically is bad for them. Every part of her was stuffed inside a few measly Tupperware containers where she was boiled, seasoned, and ultimately eaten by her hero, her idol. After all, I did for him, gave him a family, and a job, Chainsaw Man still hated her and sided with Denji of all people. The stomach acid hurt so much, searing her remains; she haven't felt pain since she left hell all those centuries ago. And she didn't miss it, it makes her feel too human for comfort.

Part of her wanted to laugh. Somedays she thought, what would happen if she left the world of the living behind? For all the people she had contracts with, being free. "Humph", it'd be like releasing a homegrown ant colony out on the world, you'd never know what would happen.

"Hmm, what the?" is that her voice? Now that she thought about it, she could feel her skin again, laying on something gooey. And other than feeling like she overslept a bit too long, it seemed like her body was just fine not even the slightest bit sore. And what is that... putrid smell!?

Lifting up the lid above her head, she felt fresh air rush onto her skin relieving herself of the mildewy air from... the dumpster? Hmm, could Denji have spared her? It wasn't really possible, especially judging by how they left things off she very much doubted that even if she was killed by his love. So why was she still here, alive, in a dumpster? She looked to her right, there was a bustling street and sidewalk with pedestrians walking briskly, and then to her left was just more alleyway with two thugs walking towards her dumpster.

"Look who we have here Mitsuo." said the older gangster who had a goatee to his companion a younger probably college-age kid in a dark and dirty jumpsuit with dirty blond hair to boot.

"Yeah, yeah I see Kin-San. Some busty hoar is flashing us her 106s at us. Not to mention she's quite the looker too." the man said licking his licks lustfully.

"Hm?" Looking at herself, Makima saw she was using her arms to lift half of herself out of the trash exposing her breasts for all the world to see. And looking down on herself she was not exactly in proper workplace attire anymore. "Sigh, whatever," said Makima internally to herself as she hoisted herself out of the dumpster walking confidently to the two muggers, clearly startling them with her bold approach.

"Woah woah, easy miss," said the older vandal, "We were walkin right towards yeah, you didn't have to rush us," he said as he walked a bit faster in order to reach out his hand to grope her. Makima easily could've let the men use her, then use their lust to extract information out of them easier, but she was in far too foul of a mood to let anyone touch her so perversely, so she grabbed his hand and in one fluid motion punched a hole straight through his face then tossing him aside like the trash he was.

The younger thug saw this and started to pull out a gun to her surprise, so she blitzed him and easily slapped the gun out of his hands, and in another motion moved her hand along his chin making eye contact with him. The fear in his eyes made Makima feel warm inside and although wanting to relish in it, she decided not to waste time and got down to business.

"Mitsuo was it?"

"Yuh huh," said Mitsuo nodding panickily.

"Good. Mitsuo make a contract with me, give me all of you." Commanded Makima. As she said this the panicked eyes of the thug were replaced by a near dead calm expression showing that it had worked.