Kang Woo and Makima stepped into the Millennium Castle's throne room, a vast hall of gleaming moonstone pillars and cascading crystal chandeliers. At its center, an imposing throne radiated cold brilliance, surrounded by intricate designs carved into the reflective floor. ( img here )
Makima glanced around before speaking, her voice quiet but steady. "Why me?"
Kang Woo raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Makima continued, her gaze sweeping over the throne room's grandeur. "Of all people, why did you choose me to be given a Commandment?"
Kang Woo looked at her thoughtfully, then a knowing smile formed on his lips. "It seems you've already met Nayuta, huh—your future self?"
Makima nodded, still absorbing their surroundings. Kang Woo's expression turned slightly wistful. "For many years, I've been trying to reach you. If I could…" He chuckled softly. "The funny thing is, your world was much easier to reach if I knew the proper way in."
In his thoughts, he recalled his journey. I didn't need to bulldoze my way through some kind of world system's inner chamber or rob anything from it if I'd known that the Hell in Chainsawman's world was so close. All it took was traveling from the 9th level of Hell—the deepest layer—to the uppest layers, where the weakest devils reside. Unexpectedly, that was where I found Chainsawman's Hell. At first, I thought that bunch of flowers or leaves and the sky with its many doors were a hallucination. i had been too long—too long in the deepest Hell.
"Kang Woo?" Makima's voice cut through his thoughts. "You spaced out."
Kang Woo blinked and let out a dry laugh. "Looks like spending most of my time in the deepest Hell made me a little whacko and crazy."
He collected himself, then fixed his gaze on Makima. "I know you, Makima. You always tried to erase all concepts of devils, using Chainsawman's power to create an equal relationship—a reality where you wouldn't be defined by your role as the Control Devil. But in the end, you still lost it all. And the same goes for Nayuta. She eventually died anyway, thanks to Japan's Public Safety Devil Hunter organization being, well, a bunch of dicks. You ended up as the Control Devil without ever achieving what you truly wanted."
He paused, his eyes sharpening with intent. "It means that your goal, in the end, was rendered useless. But I'm here to change that story."
Makima's expression softened, a rare vulnerability showing through. "Thank you for helping me find what I needed… like hugs. Your warm hugs really heal me and make me feel whole. And… your annoying personality makes me feel so alive. It made me realize this world isn't boring at all."
Kang Woo raised an eyebrow and let out a playful sigh. "Oyy, I haven't finished yet. Did my bad influence make you a wacko too now?"
Embarrassed, Makima pouted, and before she could stop herself, she started hitting him playfully. Her embarrassment painted her cheeks pink as Kang Woo chuckled at her reaction.
"Now," Kang Woo said, regaining his composure, "what if I told you that your Hell is just some breadcrumbs compared to the devils I've fought against?"
Makima stopped and stared at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Wait… what?" Her voice wavered slightly as she tried to process his words. My Hell… just breadcrumbs? The idea that the terrifying Hell she knew was merely a playground in comparison to what Kang Woo had faced left her in stunned disbelief.
Kang Woo then extended his hand, and with a snap of his fingers, the air between them shimmered. A holographic image formed, swirling with chaotic energy—vivid projections of different realms and layers stacked upon each other, each one darker and more twisted than the last.
"Your world," Kang Woo began, his tone almost apologetic, "is filled with Supes from Vought and, well… low-ranked devils that don't even have official names. And your Hell… every time your devil species dies, they suddenly reincarnate there?" He pointed at a specific layer in the hologram—a twisted plane with distorted landscapes. "It's just one of the uppermost layers of what's going on in this vast multiverse. To tell you the truth, it's not even the 1st layer of Hell."
Makima's eyes widened, absorbing the implications of his words. Not even the first layer?
"There are nine layers," Kang Woo continued, his voice steady. "And I come from the 9th level of Hell, the deepest part where the real horrors dwell. Down there, demons don't just exist—they're born of pure malice, wielding mana or demonic energy whenever they wish. They're not called devils either. They're called demons."
The hologram shifted, showing an immense, desolate landscape filled with grotesque and terrifying beings. Kang Woo's eyes narrowed, his voice taking on a hardened edge. "There were also seven princes of Hell, ruling over the deepest layer. And I killed them all," he said matter-of-factly. "Because down there, it's a choice between surviving or perishing. And I survived."
Makima's breath caught in her throat as she tried to comprehend what Kang Woo had been through. She was used to wielding power, but the scope of his experience and the depth of the Hell he spoke of were on an entirely different scale. What kind of existence… has he faced?
Kang Woo's hologram faded, leaving the two of them in the quiet, cold brilliance of the throne room. He glanced at Makima, his expression shifting back to that familiar playful grin. "You know," he said, almost casually, "maybe now you'll realize why I have a slightly messed-up perspective on your Hell."
Makima gulped slightly, realizing that her husband could obliterate the world if he ever chose to, but despite that, she felt a deep sense of happiness. He chose an insignificant peasant like me… she thought. Me, one of the Four Horsemen, the Control Devil, and yet still a small fish in the ocean compared to him—he's the king, the sea itself.
Makima then smiled cheerfully, no hint of fear in her voice. "So, chasing Chainsaw Devil—a beast that didn't even know where it was going—was really a waste of time. I'm so glad you gave me this path, Kang Woo."
She looked at him thoughtfully. "And , Anos Voldigoad… was that your demon name? The name that terrorized the deepest Hell where you reigned as a Demon King?"
Kang Woo went silent, his face quickly shifting into an embarrassed cringe, and Makima saw a hint of tears forming in his eyes. Oh no… I just hurt his feelings, she thought, understanding that it might be tied to a painful memory. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a gentle hug. "If it's a bad memory, you can share it with me. I can help," she whispered reassuringly.
Kang Woo took a deep breath and sighed. "Uh, it's not really a bad memory," he explained, still looking a bit uncomfortable. "It's more like the name 'Anos Voldigoad' was a demon alias I came up with, like people calling Chainsaw Devil 'The Chainsaw' when it's really just Pochita's form. I thought it sounded cool, like a proper name for a feared demon. But now it just feels like a chuuni thing I made up in a fit of craziness. I don't like saying it too much because, well… it's kinda nonsense that I ended up using."
Makima chuckled softly, tilting her head to look up at him. "Ah, so my husband is a Demon King who lies about his name and spouts nonsense that terrifies all demons, huh?" She smiled warmly. "Still, I like it."
She looked thoughtful for a moment before asking, "And those Authorities… like the Authority of Silence combined with Ten Shadows or the Authority of Sky—are those powers you stole or acquired from demons down there?"
Kang Woo nodded casually. "Yup, I killed most of them. The Ten Shadows, though, I created that myself. I mean, I did win by cheating a bit and got creative with it," he admitted with a smirk. "I couldn't just storm through all the demons during my campaign the first year of my 10,000 years in Hell."
Makima's eyes widened in shock. "One year out of ten thousand?"
Kang Woo confirmed with a casual nod. "Yup, your husband is a very old relic who's lived for 10,000 years in Hell—eating crap and never seeing a blue sky. So yeah, it's nice that your world has one," he said, glancing upwards. "The sky in Hell is chaotic and gloomy, and the deeper you go, the less light there is. And it just gets freakier."
Makima stared at him in amazement, a mix of wonder and sympathy in her expression. She reached up and lightly touched his arm, as if trying to grasp the weight of his words. She couldn't fathom a life that long, let alone one spent in such a hostile environment. Yet, there he stood, making light of his past as if it were just a long, unfortunate journey that he had finally escaped. My husband … really is something else.
Makima then spoke, her voice filled with warmth. "You managed to escape the deepest Hell, and from your traitorous subordinates. I'm so happy you found your way here and met me, and that you confessed to a peasant like me."
Kang Woo raised an eyebrow, looking confused. "Uh, my subordinates are actually very loyal to me. None of them tried to betray me. As for why I escaped? Well, I just really wanted kimchi-jigae and ramen. The food there sucks," he said flatly.
Makima let out an abrupt laugh, the sound echoing through the throne room. "Pfft—," she tried to stifle it, "I thought you escaped for some grand reason, like a betrayal or an expansion conquest! But it was just… food?" She laughed even harder, realizing how absurd his reasoning was.
Still giggling, Makima slid onto Kang Woo's knees, sitting face-to-face with him as he rested on the throne. She gazed at him, her laughter fading into a gentle smile. "You know my reason, right? What is my goal to use the Chainsaw Devil… It was all for hugs and equal love. You don't need to feel embarrassed anymore, since, well… your wife is an idiot too, who tried to create a crazy plan just for cheap objectives."
Kang Woo chuckled softly at her words, feeling a sense of relief and connection that only Makima seemed to bring him. He looked at her with a soft yet sincere expression. "However, I never expected to meet you when I first began traveling through this world after escaping the deepest Hell. You, with all your power and danger, supported by the world itself, granted emergency power whenever needed… yet, despite all that strength, you made everything so much more vibrant by showing your vulnerability and emotions. I like that." He paused, his voice turning even more tender. "But, Makima, can I ask you for one thing? At least… can you let go of the Chainsaw Devil's plan ? You don't need the attention of the world's people when I'm here, willing to give you all the hugs and love you crave."
Makima looked at him for a moment, taking in his words, before breaking into a small, teasing smile. "You must have some kind of brain damage or be a total idiot Demon King, forgetting my commitment to you so often." She let out a soft laugh, but then her eyes became more serious. "But that will change now."
Without warning, Makima bit down on her own arm, making a deep cut that caused blood to pool. She brought some of the blood to her lips, then leaned in and kissed Kang Woo, the metallic taste mixing between them as blood dripped into his mouth. She held the kiss, silently conveying a promise that spoke louder than words.
As they stayed close, the air seemed to hum with an unspoken connection. Makima's voice resonated telepathically in Kang Woo's mind, her thoughts clear and unwavering. I will always be grateful you chose me as your first wife. I will always follow you alone, even if you have concubines, because you are a Demon King. And shouldn't a peasant like me obey her king's orders and accept them with grace?
Kang Woo felt the depth of her promise and her unwavering loyalty, and he kissed her back deeply, his hand gently cupping her face.
( note : there is something unfinished yet and im gonna make a lemons scene i will finish it in two days max , since my boss keep pressing me to overtime )