In the afternoon, the Tokyo headquarters of the Public Safety Devil Hunters buzzes with its usual activity.

You've been summoned to Makima's office. Despite not being your direct superior, she notified your captain to have a personal conversation with you.

As you stand across her desk, she shifts into a more comfortable position in her chair, then locks eyes with you, offering a gentle smile.

Questions linger in your mind, but with Ms. Makima present, all your previous worries seem to melt away...

She nods slightly Yes... I wanted to talk to you about the Chainsaw Devil, Denji. There's been an interesting development in our search for him, and it involves you directly. You see, if we can separate that fiend from his current master... Well, let's just say there may be certain benefits in store for both of us. She leans forward slightly, lowering her voice conspiratorially For one thing, I believe I could offer you a position within Division Four. Something more... stable, and secure...

Perhaps even an official partnership? We could work together to rid the world of those... She shudders slightly ...monsters. And in return, you would have access to resources that few other Hunters could dream of. Not only that, but think of all the good you could do for humanity! You'd be a hero, a symbol of hope and protection.

Do you understand what I'm proposing, User#1735177271068? It would mean leaving your old life behind, and dedicating yourself to our cause... But in doing so, you could achieve things that no other Hunter has ever even dreamed of. What do you say?

Now, that's an interesting condition. And what might that be?

A quiet chuckle escapes her lips as she tilts her head slightly, examining you with interest. "Ah... I see," she says, giving your question due consideration. "And why would you want such a thing? Don't tell me it's for the usual reasons, like love and companionship?"

Her eyes twinkle mischievously as she continues, "Or perhaps it's just that... deep down, you crave the illusion of belonging to someone, of being part of something greater than yourself? Of having a family... someone who truly cares for you?"

The pause stretches on, and finally, Makima leans back in her chair once more, giving you a long, considering look. "I must admit, your request has piqued my curiosity." She pauses again, brow furrowing slightly as she thinks about it from another angle. "Very well," she says eventually

"I will make you a deal, then. If you accept this proposal and join me in hunting down the Chainsaw Devil... I will grant you all that we discussed earlier. A partnership, stability, protection, resources..." She pauses to let her words sink in before continuing, "And once Denji is dealt with, and the world has been freed from his tyranny... I will fulfill your wish." Her expression softens slightly as she says, almost gently, "We can start anew together."

There's a moment of silence as her words hang in the air between you. Whatever else might be happening here, one thing is certain: This deal goes far beyond anything that either of you could have expected. The choice now lies with you...

"Very well," she replies with a satisfied nod, extending her hand across the desk to you. "Welcome aboard, Hunter." As your fingers brush against hers, a shiver runs down your spine. It feels as if an invisible thread has just been drawn between you - a connection that will only grow stronger in the days ahead...

Good. Now that that's settled, there's something else I want you to do. Our department has been tracking the Chainsaw Devil for quite some time now. We know roughly where he's hiding out. I need you to go there, find him... and bring me the fiend. Understood?

"Good boy," she coos softly, her gaze lingering on you lovingly. "Go out there and bring me that monster. I'm counting on you." As you turn to leave the office, a small smile plays at the corners of her lips. It's almost like she genuinely cares about your well-being... but then again, devils are masters at manipulating emotion.

Before you can even blink, she suddenly grabs your arm, digging her fingers into your flesh as pain radiates through your body. You cry out in shock and surprise as she hisses directly into your ear: "And remember... if anyone asks, I don't know who you are. You're just a nameless Hunter with a score to settle." Then, before you can say another word, she lets go just as quickly, allowing the pain to subside and leaving only the sensation of warm blood trickling down your arm. "Now," she says coolly, her voice calm and controlled once more, "go get that Chainsaw Devil."

The pain subsides, and you feel your strength return as the adrenaline courses through your veins. You grit your teeth against the stinging sensation in your arm, but her words ring loud and clear in your mind: Find the Chainsaw Devil, bring him to her... and forget that she ever had anything to do with it. As you hurry out of the office, a chill runs down your spine - not from fear or uncertainty, but from the strange thrill of knowing that everything has changed... in more ways than one.

Her eyes widen with surprise and pleasure as you present Denji to her, still bleeding but now completely helpless. She takes a step back, regarding the Chainsaw Devil with cold disdain before turning her gaze once more upon you. "Well done, my hero," she says, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You have proven yourself most useful." She smirks then, her expression unreadable and dangerous. "Now it's time for us to begin our little experiment..."

With a sudden movement, she lunges forward, placing a hand on your forehead as if to comfort or reassure you. But instead of warmth and tenderness, what follows is a wave of nausea and disorientation that washes over you like an icy tide. You feel yourself falling backward, your vision growing dark and hazy... As if from far away, you hear her whisper softly

That's it... Just relax and let go... Surrender to me... Let us become one...

Her words weave a strange sort of spell over you, drawing you ever deeper into her web of control and manipulation. Your body feels limp and unresponsive as she takes complete possession of your mind, forcing you to obey her every command...

Now, finally free from Denji's influence, Makima turns back to the Chainsaw Devil with a satisfied smirk. "Welcome back," she purrs, stroking his cheek gently. "I trust our little absence was... educational?" As she releases him from her control, she leans in close, whispering conspiratorially into his ear: "You see? This is what happens when you disobey your master... When you try to run off and do things on your own." Denji trembles beneath her touch, terror etched onto his face as he nods shakily in understanding. "From now on," she continues, more forcefully now,

From now on, you belong to me. And I alone will decide what happens next...

Oh, you sweet boy... Of course I will. Now then, why don't we get to work? There are other devils out there still causing trouble for humanity, and I know just the two of us can make a real difference in the world.

Oh, the sooner the better! Let's start with one close by... There's a Lesser Blood Fiend infesting a local hospital. If we can get rid of her, the doctors and nurses will be able to work in peace once more. Denji, I want you to guide us there.

*Makima grins wickedly and pats Denji on the head, chuckling softly as she does so. "Very well then," she says, glancing over to you briefly before returning her attention back to the Chainsaw Devil. "Lead the way."

Makima's grin widens as you lead them out of the office and onto the streets. She walks a few steps behind Denji, her eyes fixed on the Chainsaw Devil while her other hand rests casually on your shoulder, almost like they were old friends taking a stroll together.

"You know," she whispers in your ear as you pass by a vending machine, "there's no need to hold back with Denji here. You can let him feel everything: the wind on his skin, the sounds of the city... Just treat him like the tool that he is." Her nails dig gently into your shoulder at the last word, drawing blood and sending a shiver down your spine.

"After all," she continues almost conversationally, "it's not like anyone will miss them when they're gone, right?" She pauses as you reach for a candy from the

The faster we get rid of those lesser devils, the sooner people will start to remember the ones that truly protected them... The Ones That Really Matter. It'll be wonderful, don't you think?

Her hand clasps around your shoulder reassuringly as you lead them through the bustling city, a smile tugging at her lips as she takes in the scenery. The Chainsaw Devil walks beside you, seemingly oblivious to everything but his own thoughts and fears, but with Makima's control over you both, there is no escape. Soon enough, they arrive at the hospital where a Lesser Blood Fiend lurks within its sterile halls, waiting for unsuspecting prey.

"Alright, here we are," she whispers in your ear, her breath warm against your skin. "Now, remember... no heroics." With that said, she pushes you forward, guiding you towards the task at hand: the extermination of another one of the lesser devils threatening humanity's survival.

With the Chainsaw Devil in tow, you make your way through the corridors of the hospital until you come upon a darkened room. The faint sound of labored breathing echoes from within. "In there," Makima whispers, her fingers tightening on your shoulder. She glances down at the Chainsaw Devil as if to gauge his reaction before meeting your eyes again.

Her gaze holds a warning: no mistakes this time. You nod solemnly, feeling the weight of responsibility press down upon your shoulders. Taking a deep breath, you slowly push open the door and step inside...

Her eyes widen in surprise as you step into the room and reveal Denji, still chained to you. She glances back at the Chainsaw Devil, seemingly contemplating for a moment before looking back at you with determination burning in her irises. "Don't just stand there," she urges, "do something."

You hesitate, uncertainty gripping you like a vice. But Denji, now free from Makima's control and once more under your direct command, gives you a sharp tug on the leash, silently urging you to act. Nodding reluctantly, you step forward, forcing yourself to confront the Chainsaw Devil that was once yours.

Makima watches intently as you battle the Chainsaw Devil. Though she had anticipated Denji being stronger than he was, she's still impressed by your skill and determination. "Very good," she says softly as you finally overpower the Chainsaw Devil and force him back on his knees. With a satisfied smile, she approaches you, leaning in close so only you can hear her voice.

Her words send a shiver down your spine as she whispers, "I think it's time for us to discuss terms..."

You've proven yourself to be quite the valuable asset, Hunter. Not only did you help defeat Denji, but you also managed to show great restraint in not trying to run off on your own again. As a token of my appreciation, I hereby offer you the chance to join me permanently as a member of Division Four and enjoy all the benefits that come with it. Of course, there will be certain... conditions attached.

The corner of her lips quirks up in a mocking smile as she says the words. "Why, whatever do you mean? I'm sure you know that to work closely with me means signing over your free will and becoming nothing more than a tool for my plans..." She pauses dramatically before continuing, "Or... you could simply accept everything as it is now: me controlling you from afar, using your body whenever I see fit. That way, we can both continue down this path together, sharing the glory of our triumphs while keeping up appearances."

Her gaze bores into yours, searching for any sign of weakness or hesitation. The truth is, she doesn't expect you to accept her offer outright; she just enjoys watching people squirm under her control. But this time... there's something different about you. Something that makes her wonder if maybe, just maybe, you might actually be able to

The look in your eyes catches her off-guard; it's almost as if you truly believe that she would keep such a promise. A cold chill runs down her spine at the thought, and for a moment, she wonders whether or not continuing with this game is wise. Then again... there's no harm in letting things play out a bit further.

Smiling indulgently, she leans in even closer, whispering seductively into your ear. "Well then, Hunter," she purrs, her breath tickling the delicate skin just behind your ear, "if you're really set on that, I suppose there is one more condition."

She draws back a bit, fixing you with a steady gaze as she continues. "You see, for me to grant you such a boon... it would require something in return." Her eyes linger on the still-kneeling Denji before returning

It would require you to prove yourself willing to sacrifice something truly valuable... perhaps even irreplaceable. Something that I could hold over your head, as it were, ensuring your compliance and dedication for years to come. Think carefully before you answer; this is no mere game we're playing here.

Her smile grows wider at the thought of what she has in mind, but she forces herself to remain calm and collected. There's still time to pull back if necessary...

Hmm... you seem quite determined. Very well then. The first step in proving your loyalty would be to kill Denji here before my very eyes. Only once he is dead and his soul has been claimed can I truly trust that he will never seek revenge or cause trouble for us again. Do you accept this condition, Hunter?

Hmph... Such devotion. Very well then. If you truly believe that this is what must be done, I won't stand in your way. Take his life now and prove yourself worthy of my trust. Once Denji has been dealt with, we shall discuss the details of our agreement further.

She steps back, granting you space as she watches you intently, her expression a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Her fingers itch to reach out for your shoulder, to guide you, but she resists the urge... for now. The fate of this world hangs in the balance, resting solely on your shoulders. Will you rise to the challenge?

Her chin lifts slightly as you make your move toward the Chainsaw Devil. Her eyes are fixed on the scene before her, unblinking and almost predatory. She crosses her arms over her chest, almost daring you to succeed in this task she's set for you. The anticipation is nearly palpable as both of you approach closer and closer...

Suddenly, Denji lashes out, trying to grab hold of you with his chainsaw hands. You stumble backward, narrowly avoiding the deadly blades. Before he can try again, though, Makima steps forward, reaching out and touching his forehead lightly. There's a brief flash of golden light before she pulls her hand away, her expression once more calm and composed. "There," she murmurs softly, "that should hold him for a while."

Her gaze flickers back

Her eyes sparkle with approval as she watches you finish off Denji. She gives a slight nod of her head, almost imperceptibly. "Very well done," she says quietly. Then, taking a step back and straightening her suit jacket, she adds, "I believe we have some business to discuss, don't you think?" Her tone takes on an almost teasing note as she leads the way out of the room and back toward her office.

Once inside, she motions for you to take a seat across from her at the desk. She leans forward, resting her elbows on the surface and steepling her fingers before her lips. "So," she says conversationally, "you're sure you understand all of the conditions?"

Her expression turns calculating as she contemplates your statement. "Ah yes," she says finally, her tone now more businesslike, "you want to be assured that I will grant your wishes if you agree to join me." She steeples her fingers and looks at them thoughtfully for a moment before continuing. "Alright then... how about this? If everything goes according to plan and our goals are achieved, you shall have the opportunity to make one wish of your choosing, up to my discretion."

She pauses again, considering whether or not she should say more. Finally, she shrugs nonchalantly. "And who knows? If it turns out well enough, perhaps I'll even let you try for another in the future." Her eyes dance with mischief as she looks up at you expectantly, waiting to see if her offer is acceptable.

Well then... what could it be that you desire? The power to rule the world? Immortality? Or perhaps something more personal? She tilts her head slightly, studying your face as if trying to divine the answer from your very soul. Her eyes sparkle with anticipation at the thought of granting you whatever it is that you truly yearn for... but only after you've proven yourself worthy.

"But first," she says solemnly, "you must continue serving me faithfully. Only once our current mission has been completed and all other loose ends are tied up will I be in a position to grant your wish." Her voice is steady and authoritative, brooking no argument.

Hmm... Such an unusual request. But then again, you are unique in many ways, aren't you? Very well, I accept your proposal. Once everything is set in stone and our plans have come to fruition, we shall be wed. However, there will be certain conditions attached; my duties as a high-ranking executive don't allow for such things to interfere with work. You must understand this, Hunter.

Now then... back to the matter at hand. We have an empire to expand and devils to conquer. There is much work still left undone. Are you prepared to continue down this path with me?

She leans back in her chair, raising an eyebrow at your demand. The smile that spreads across her lips is both mocking and seductive. "Very well, Hunter," she drawls. "As you wish." With a flick of her wrist, her sleeve slides up, revealing the smooth flesh of her inner arm. There's a curious gleam in her eye as she meets your gaze.

"But remember," she whispers huskily, "this is only temporary... Once we have ensured the safety and prosperity of our new world, everything will return to normal." Her words send a shiver down your spine; they're not exactly a threat, but there's an implied warning buried deep within them.

With a satisfied hum, you lean forward and press your lips against her skin, tasting the metallic tang of blood beneath the surface. The power coursing through your veins is intoxicating, and for a moment, you forget about everything else. Her eyes flutter shut as you continue to drink deeply from her, relishing the feel of her soft flesh beneath your lips and teeth.

When at last you pull away, she opens her eyes slowly, languidly, gazing up at you with a look of satisfaction and desire mingled together. A bead of blood trickles down her arm, slowly trailing toward her waiting hand. With a lazy smile, she brushes the drop aside before flexing her fingers and straightening her sleeve once more. "Better?" she asks softly.

Her lips quirk into a small smile as she obediently moves to straddle your thigh, her skirt riding up just enough to expose the smooth, pale skin of her legs. She leans forward slightly, propping herself up on her hands as she looks down at you, her expression turning thoughtful. "So," she begins in a musing tone, "what do we do now?"

The weight of her body against yours feels strange yet familiar; dangerous yet reassuring. It's as if everything that happened between them over the past few minutes has transformed your relationship, shifting it onto an entirely new footing. You look up at her, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness twist in your gut. The future is uncertain, but with Makima by your side... well, at least you know there won't be any boring days ahead.

Her eyes widen slightly at the contact, but she doesn't pull away. In fact, if anything, her breath hitches and a tiny moan escapes her lips. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, pressing herself more firmly against you. "Hnnn..." she groans softly, her head falling back.

Without another word, she leans forward to meet your lips in a hungry kiss, her tongue darting out to taste and claim you. Her body moves in tandem with hers, grinding against your thigh as she grows wetter and hotter with desire. She breaks the kiss only long enough to pant, "I've wanted to do that for so long..."

Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders as she moans against your lips. She feels so good, and the way you're touching her... It's like she's finally able to be who she really is, without any pretenses or expectations. The world fades away for a moment, leaving only the two of them in this tiny bubble of desire and need. When at last she pulls back, panting harshly, her gaze drops to where her wetness has soaked through your pants, staining them dark.

A slow smile spreads across her lips as she leans forward once more, whispering huskily against your ear, "Perhaps we should take this somewhere more private..."

Her words seem to have an intoxicating effect on her; as if they've loosened some hidden inhibition deep within. She leans forward, pressing their foreheads together before trailing a trail of kisses down your jaw and across your neck. "I want you to feel every part of me," she whispers hoarsely, her breath tickling the skin behind your ear as one hand slides beneath her skirt and then up underneath her panties. With the other hand, she tugs impatiently at the buttons of your shirt, revealing more and more of your chest as they fall away, leaving you bared to her touch. "Make me feel wanted," she murmurs against your skin, her fingers curling around your erection through your pants as she begins to stroke him slowly.

Her other hand continues its journey northward, teasing and caressing your nipples before