When Makima opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was the absence of substance. No light, no shadow. A space that was neither warm nor cold. For the first time in what seemed like eternity, there were no chains in her hands. No puppets dancing at her fingertips.

Only silence.

She brushed her fingers against her face, she got eaten by Denji. She remembered it vividly. The culmination of her carefully laid plans, undone by a boy too simple to control. The irony was almost poetic. Almost.

"How quaint..." -she murmured, more to herself than anyone else

“Thats one way to put it.” -a voice echoed in the emptiness. Deep, resonant, and playful, it seemed to vibrate in every direction at once

Makima turned her head slowly, her golden eyes narrowing. Before her stood a figure, vague in shape, shifting and pulsating like static in human form. It bore no face, no fixed features, yet it radiated an undeniable presence.

“Who are you?” -Makimas voice was steady, emotionless

“I go by many names.” -the figure said

“But for you, lets keep it simple: the Multiverse Devil.”

Makima tilted her head, but her expression betrayed nothing more.

“Oh? Really?”

“Yes.” -it replied

“I exist in the spaces between. Where universes splinter, and threads of reality diverge. You were confined to a single world, Makima. But now that youre… free.” -it said, almost mockingly

“I thought we might talk.”

“What do you want from me?”

The Multiverse Devil chuckled, a sound like overlapping voices in different languages.

“Oh, Makima, the question isnt what i want. Its what you want.”

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She said nothing. Just the blank, emotionless expression. The Multiverse Devil continued.

“You wanted a perfect world, right? A place where humans, devils, everything bends to your vision. Where no one can reject you. Where everything youve deemed ‘bad’ is erased.”

“Its in their nature. People recoil from what they cant understand. What they cant control.” -Makima replied

“And youre no exception, are you?” -the Multiverse Devil teased

“Youve never truly connected with anyone. Despite all your power, all your plans… youve always been alone. Even you dont understand yourself.”

Makimas gaze sharpened.

“What are you trying to say?”

The figure leaned closer, though its shape remained indistinct.

“You failed, Makima. Not because Denji outsmarted you... no, that was inevitable. You failed because you never understood what makes people... people. You saw them as tools, not equals. Playthings, not companions.”

Makima scoffed.

“Ive had no need for companionship. Control is enough.”

“Is it?” -The Multiverse Devils tone grew darker, almost mocking

“Tell me, how did it feel when Denji ate you? When all that power meant nothing? Knowing that you never felt happiness?”

Makimas jaw tightened, but her expression remained composed.

“Do you intend to mock me? Or is there a purpose to this conversation?”

The Multiverse Devil tilted its amorphous head.

“Both. You see, I find you… fascinating, Makima. Youre the Control Devil, and yet youre incapable of controlling the one thing that matters most... your own emotions.”

“I dont need emotions.” -Makima replied coldly

“Dont you?” -the figures voice softened, almost tender now

“Thats where youre wrong. And thats why Im giving you a chance. A journey, if you will. To walk through the multiverse, to experience what you never could. To understand what it means to feel. To truly feel.”

Makima stared at the figure, her mind racing behind her calm facade.

“And why would you do that?”

“Because Im curious,” -it admitted

“What happens when the Control Devil learns to relinquish control? When someone as broken as you learns to build? Perhaps youll succeed in creating your perfect world, or perhaps youll fail again. Either way, itll be... entertaining.”

Before she could reply, the figure stretched a hand—or something resembling one—toward her.

“Shall we begin?”

Makima hesitated for the briefest moment, then extended her own hand. Suddenly, the void around them began to ripple and shift.

And with that, the world shattered into countless fragments, each one a doorway to a different reality. As Makima stepped through, she felt something unfamiliar stir in her chest. Not fear, nor excitement—but something else entirely.

She whispered to herself.

“Ill create the perfect world. No matter how many universes it takes.”