Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 114 Demon

"My poor, beautiful [illegible], in order to get rid of me, you're even willing to give your most precious part to a demon from hell?"

"It's so sad."

Shirley? I gently cupped your swollen face as if it were a rare treasure.

But you sensed a hint of annoyance and mockery within that overwhelming tenderness.

you:"……"

You opened your mouth, but no sound came out.

...Perhaps it's because your vocal cords have been damaged by seawater, or perhaps it's Shirley? You're not allowed to speak, you don't know.

"Oh! You can't speak? That's heartbreaking~"

Seeing you opening and closing your lips comically like a fish out of air, the blonde woman with rosy cheeks asked a question she already knew the answer to.

He smiled with that familiar face that had saved you from despair, and then affectionately pinched your cheek.

His smile was incredibly sweet, and his voice was lively and bright. You couldn't take your attention away from him until he easily peeled a piece of rotten flesh off your face.

"You're also afraid of them seeing you like this, right?"

Perhaps it's because you're not reacting, Shirley? She gently tossed aside the face mask in her hand and asked you this question in a seductive tone.

"You should know, right? You died in the sea."

"If your body is found, your parents will only see a whitish, unrecognizable corpse—"

"Just like you are now~"

As she spoke, the blonde witch suddenly pulled out a mirror from somewhere and placed it in front of you.

Even though your vision is reduced to a tiny slit, you can still see your reflection in that mirror.

The sounds of the tide rising and falling and the bones soaking in decaying flesh went hand in hand.

You see a bloated body reflected in the smooth mirror, its shape no longer discernible.

The grayish-white skin clung to the bloodless chunks of flesh like cracked old wall plaster.

Your original facial features were completely distorted by the squeezing, and your whole face appeared morbidly and disgustingly swollen, as if someone had filled your cheeks with mercury.

Ragged, unrecognizable pieces of cloth hung tattered on the body, its limbs swollen, and yellowish pus gushing from the dense holes bitten by carrion.

Your broken head has hardly any hair left.

A patch of moss-covered barnacles bursts into your view, and then, it begins to grow wildly from your exposed skull.

Your current appearance is so ugly that it transcends human aesthetic standards and can even evoke a sense of physical disgust.

"...How was it? Weren't you moved to see your true self again after so many days?"

"Shirley?" she asked you with a smile, seemingly quite pleased with your awkwardness.

"Shouldn't you thank me for giving you a new body?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the mirror that was standing in front of you trembled and flashed with silver light.

You soon saw another pale and delicate face in the mirror.

His features possessed a beauty that blurred even to the point of gender.

The man seemed to habitually lower his eyes and brows. His handsome Eastern face carried a hint of languor and aloofness, and a frosty coldness emanated from his icy golden pupils.

His black hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall, as if an expensive curtain were draped over him.

Although He has no expression, anyone can imagine what He looks like when He is alive—every frown and smile is charming, and every move is a sight to behold.

By comparing the images in the mirror, it is immediately clear who is beautiful and who is ugly.

You fell silent.

And in the brief moment of your silence, a cheerful yet eerie accompaniment rose from the ocean waves.

Musical instruments sing joyfully, and the waves surge—the vastness and awe are so profound that it feels as if the entire ocean is playing music for you.

...He began to sing a song about you incessantly.

"Oh, look! What have I discovered? Could it be that what I'm standing before me is a poor human who perished in a shipwreck?"

"What a heartbreaking comedy, what a hilarious tragedy!"

Xia Li, who deliberately sang a little tune in a princess-like tone, casually tossed the mirror she was holding onto the rocks by the sea.

With a piercing sound as the mirror shattered into pieces, you saw your own twisted and terrifying reflection in each shard, while Shirley? She flitted about in the mirror like a beautiful golden lark.

She kept striking poses in the image of Shirley that would only appear in stage plays, but the exaggerated physical movements and expressions made all her poses look flamboyant and ridiculous.

"She fell into hell because of her kindness, but she herself was completely unaware of it."

"How pitiful! But time has come to an end?"

"Come on! An unprecedentedly grand spectacle is about to begin!"

"Everyone, hurry up and find your seats so I can explain in detail!"

The sea that had trapped you was suddenly crumpled into a ball by Shirley, like a piece of waste paper.

And you sit like a puppet on that crumpled piece of paper that could be discarded at any moment.

You look up at the enormous blonde woman, who seems like a goddess. Her eyes are slightly upturned, and her joy is palpable.

"You come from the human world created by the One who is high above?"

"Humans who wanted to be good ended up in hell?"

How can one speculate about the creator's thoughts in a work of art?

Just then, Shirley suddenly changed form, transforming into Lucifer, a fallen angel with six wings spread.

The petite King of Hell floats playfully in front of you, reaching out to hold your swollen shoulder with a mocking expression.

"So you think that as long as you restrain yourself and treat others kindly, you can enter that so-called utopia?"

"Perhaps there really is an answer to this question?"

"Then let the six-winged angel who has fallen to hell tell you!"

"The answer is no!"

"And it will always just be no~?"

"How can an ivory tower that won't even accommodate a visionary with a unique perspective listen to your voice?"

Lucifer suddenly brought his entire face close to yours, grinning to reveal his two rows of sharp teeth.

Long horns emerged from the head of the King of Hell, and the crimson flames burning atop his head scorched the forbidden apple on the brim of his hat until it was a glistening, bright red.

you:"……"

"...Do you despise yourself like I do?"

Just as you indifferently look away, a gloved hand suddenly pinches your face and forces you to look at it.

Just moments ago He was Lucifer? But now He has transformed into Angel?

The familiar pink and white spider sinner gives you a contemptuous and disdainful mocking smile. He touches his hair, then puffs out his proud chest and looks down at you.

"Even though I'm a hopeless bitch too~?"

"Drugs and sex bring me to the peak of pleasure?"

"Although my life has long since collapsed, I still possess this incomparably beautiful body~?"

"At least I can find pleasure in indulgence, while you have nothing!"

Angel? His hands, devoid of any sense of boundaries, traced the unsettling curves of your body, and you saw undisguised disgust and loathing in his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one black.

"If it weren't for that beautiful appearance, which demon in hell would even give you a second glance?"

"Perhaps your rotting corpse is more eye-catching than your uninteresting life?"

"Oh—I'm a poor wretch who's gone to hell, and you always try to be a good person?"

"But didn't you see it too?"

"Guess who would care about your concern and good intentions?"

"The black hole in the hearts of evil people can never be filled."

"Isn't this their final resting place?"

"Slaughter, indulgence, sex—you always turn a blind eye to the gifts of hell?"

"But what did you gain in the end?"

—"A deadlock with no end in sight?"

When the song reached the part related to gambling, Angel's appearance, which had been making sexually suggestive gestures, quickly changed.

The Big Cat Sinner appeared from a cloud of red smoke, but his appearance was somewhat different from the Hersk you remembered.

"You're betting everything you have?"

"So young and naive that they disregard the consequences and the worst-case scenario; utterly foolish and laughable!"

Hesk, his face contorted with rage, spread his crimson wings like a great bird.

His spirited demeanor was gradually replaced by a listless silence and indifference.

An impatient look crept onto his face, until it swallowed up all the youthful, bright flame in him.

The big cat sinner, who finally resembled the Hersk you remembered, slowly walked up to you and then tapped your forehead with its sharp claws.

"Let's see what you got!"

"To entrust one's most noble and supreme soul to an unreliable little girl?"

"Has your wish to go home come true?"

Has the plan to go to heaven taken any further steps forward?

"All your concessions and waiting are worthless, just like my being manipulated like a puppet."

"And the gambler's mentality of being arrogant and self-important, only to end up with nothing?"

After Hesk's part, this song, which is meant to mock you, seems to reach its climax.

Red smoke engulfed Hesk's figure, and as the smoke dissipated, the light sound of leather shoes tapping on the ground reached your ears.