"Devil Sashimi, Grilled Devil Skewers, Fried Devil Meat, Sautéed Devil Liver, Devil Intestines, Teppanyaki Devil Tentacles, Devil Thick Soup..."
Within the side hall of the Goddess Hecate.
A black-haired youth, clad in a chef's apron, began presenting dishes after dishes of "delicious and appetizing" delicacies to the table. With each dish he introduced, the complexion of the purple witch turned a shade greener.
Medea knew very well that Kratos's culinary skills were comparable to the divine blessings of Hestia. Initially enticed by the fragrant aroma, the purple witch's soul was already being lured away.
Then... Dum-dum-dum! The opening thunder struck!
Eyeballs, tentacles, viscera, intestines, brain tissue, flesh tinged with green and purple...
Looking at the table, the tantalizing aroma wafting from each dish, with presentations akin to 'delicacies from hell,' Medea's complexion gradually turned a shade of green and purple as well.
On the table, the unblinking, skewered eyeballs of devils slowly twisted and turned, gazing at her.
Inside the dishes, despite being thoroughly cooked by Kratos's flame magic, the devil tentacles twitched as if alive.
Plop...
"Ah!!!"
The purple witch let out a piercing scream and suddenly darted into the embrace of the young king.
"I don't want to eat this! Your Highness!! I don't want to eat these monstrous things!!!"
Even when encountering storms aboard the Argo, during the most dire scarcity of supplies, Alcides would dive into the sea, catch a shark, and prepare a feast right then and there to prevent the crew from resorting to eating devilic abominations.
Indeed, it smelled good.
But... eyeball skewers? Grilled brain tissue? devil spinal cord?!
Medea simply couldn't bring herself to eat! Her demure facade was on the verge of being completely shattered!
"Tsk."
As he embraced the purple witch's head, Kratos gently reassured Medea.
"...What should we do then?"
There's no choice, necessity knows no law.
In hell, apart from hastily grown herbs, devils were the only edible option.
Although he was the son of Zeus, Kratos didn't inherit His ability to transform into a bull.
A bit of vegetable broth, painstakingly cultivated by Hecate herself, was their only relief from consuming such diabolical fare.
Perhaps due to the unique characteristics of hell, these vegetables grew in various grotesque shapes... strawberries embedded with sinister eyeballs and gnashing teeth, biting and glaring as you ate them, offering a strangely delightful sensation reminiscent of cream puffs.
Within devils' bodies were all sorts of peculiar organs, with intestines being the most abundant. Kratos had cleaned them as thoroughly as possible, ensuring no accidental preservation of their original flavors.
"Not eating meat? Where will you replenish the nutrients and energy from? How will you grow up properly?"
Holding the picky purple witch, Kratos earnestly advised.
"You can close your eyes and eat, Medea. Shall I feed you myself?"
Though the underworld was the greek inner sea of the planet, within its deepest recesses, all the free ether was absorbed by the river Styx.
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Fate/Ultimate Antagonist
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