Lunchtime!
Gab, for lunch today...
Gab?
What's the matter?
Gab?
So we've been in the human world for a while, right?
Right.
I never felt like this before coming here, but...
Do there have to be this many humans?
They're freaking everywhere.
Yeah, I still can't believe you're an angel.
Episode 2 The Angel, the Demon, and the Class President
Want to eat in that "cafeteria" place today?
What? But that place is crawling with humans!
You want to go into a crowd? Are you a masochist?
No!
Don't you want to check out the cafeteria at least once?
I mean, I guess I can go.
But it costs money, right?
Well, yeah.
How much will you give me?
Why are you assuming I'll pay for you?
I was thinking about inviting Satania, too.
Where does Satania usually eat, anyway?
Now that you mention it, she always disappears at lunchtime.
She was acting kinda suspicious.
Should we follow her and see?
Where's she going?
Beats me.
But all these rooms are empty.
She's eating alone!
Has she always eaten all the way out here, alone?
The poor thing! Why couldn't I notice sooner?
Satania.
Gabriel?! Vignette?! What are you doing here?!
What are you doing at all?
Nice try! But I still have an ace up my sleeve!
Melon Bread
You were saying? Ace up your sleeve?
How did a dog get up here?
I'm sorry, Satania.
You didn't have anyone to eat with, did you?
Um, no, uh...
It's not that I didn't have anyone to eat with!
On the contrary, I wanted to eat alone!
Eating together with lower lifeforms? Nothing could be more ludicrous!
Chill out.
Eat with us from now on.
I said it's not like that. I don't need your pity.
Well, actually, we wanted to eat with you today, anyway, so...
Huh? With me?
Honest?
Honest.
This isn't a joke?
You're not pranking me?
Do you have, like, trust issues?
I...
I am the solitary demon, Kurumizawa Satanichia McDowell,
future queen of Hell.
A queen, dining with common riffraff? Utterly laughable!
I haven't the time even to give you the time!
Guess it's just us, then.
Yeah.
Wait! I'm willing to make an exception this time—
No Entry
Are you listening?! Wait for me!
So this is the cafeteria.
Smells good. Would be better without all these people.
How do we order our meal?
Huh? I assumed you'd know.
It appears that I'm needed.
For I know the cafeteria like the back of my hand!
You've eaten here before, Satania?
No, never.
But make no mistake. I grasp the framework of this school in the palm of my hand!
"Framework"?
You're mixing hand metaphors.
All, naturally...
to keep the upper hand over my rival, Gabriel!
You really are an idiot.
No, I'm not!
Listen well. To order your meal,
you buy a "food ticket" from a "ticket machine."
This is a ticket machine.
You put money in here to buy a food ticket.
You buy something first.
We don't know how it works.
As you wish.
There are a lot of choices.
Wait a minute.
"Kitsune udon"? "Tanuki udon"? What?
Kitsune Udon
Tanuki Udon
I'll play it safe and get plain udon.
Tsukimi Udon
Rice Ball
Udon
Tempura Udon
Portions
One
Two
Three
One person, two people, or three people?
There are three of us, so I guess I press this one?
Why do we have to eat udon, too?
I-I made the choice for you. Be grateful!
It said "portions." Can't you read?
You messed up, so lunch is on you.
What?!
Give her a break. She feels bad enough already.
Gab, could you pass me chopsticks?
Here.
Thanks.
Here.
Hey! How am I supposed to eat with only one chopstick?
What am I, stupid?
What? Satania, you don't know about disposable chopsticks?
You snap them in two first.
O-Of course!
Everyone, and I mean everyone, knows that!
Wow. You saw the perforation and snapped them across it.
Hurry up and eat already! It's good.
You said you've never been here before.
Oh, it's good.
Yeah, not bad.
What're you all smug for?
Seven-Spice Blend
"Na-na-a-ji-ka-ra-ko"?
"Seven-spice blend."
Seven shakes of the stuff, and you'll get the perfect spiciness.
What are you—
Oh, really? One, two, three...
You're shaking too lightly. Start over.
Was I?
One, two, three, four...
No, not like that. One more time.
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven...
I get this feeling that was more than seven shakes, but...
Down the hatch!
A-Are you okay?
Delicious!
What?!
Seven-Spice Blend
The spiciness draws out the flavor of the udon.
I hate to admit it, but you've got taste, Gabriel.
I know, right?
Man, I was hoping for something funnier.
Too bad for you that Satania's taste-deaf.
Let me shake some on yours, too, Gabriel.
Seven shakes isn't enough.
You did very well.
It's Shiraha-san.
She's giving milk to a stray dog?
She's so nice!
Melon Bread
Loner's Lunch
See you, Prez!
Goodbye.
I'm Class 1-B's president.
My hobby is doing crosswords.
Career Path Survey Class 1-B, Seat 1 Name: Aikawa, Nao Please fill in your post-graduation plans. School/Company First Choice: Maitenjima University Second Choice: Hamamai University
Tenma-san's the only one who hasn't turned in her career path survey.
Tenma-san never turns anything in on time.
I always have to nag her for every single paper.
Shoot. I forgot to turn in this survey.
Good grief. Get your act together.
I've been way too busy lately.
Busy with your video games, you mean?
Seems like she remembered this time.
The deadline's today. Fill it in fast, so I can go home.
Which survey did you forget?
One to turn in to Heaven.
Heav— What?! Turn it in where?!
You're supposed to turn it in to me! Your class president!
So what's the survey on?
Single men's top favorite foods.
No! Career paths!
Oh, that's pretty important.
No, it's not!
Are they husband-hunting or something?
That kind of data is extremely valuable.
Hell no, it ain't!
Dang it. I have to get this one done, and quick.
Why do you say it like it's your duty?
How much do you need to know about single men?
Just write "marriage" for your first choice!
Oh, but she's interested in getting married?
Maybe she's more girlish than she lets on.
Can't all single men just, like, jump off a cliff?
What?!
You can't say things like that.
Y-Yeah, what she said. You scared me.
Hey, wait, isn't disappearing them your job?
Her job?! Her job is to disappear single men?!
I told you, I don't do that anymore.
So you used to?!
What in the world are they talking about?
Disappearing single men? What does that have to do with careers?
Oops. I forgot the career path survey, too.
You were talking about something else?!
Jeez. Now their whole conversation makes complete sense to me...
No. No, it doesn't.
Oh, well.
Career paths, huh?
Like, what are we supposed to write anyway?
I just wrote what I'd like to do.
Then...
I want to announce the end of days.
"I want to announce the end of days."
Who are you? God?
Are you one of those kids
who lives in a fantasy world in their head?
Get over it and write something a bit more realistic, please.
Knowing you, you'd actually do it.
Stop enabling her, Tsukinose-san!
Sometimes, when I die in MMOs, I catch myself almost doing it.
World less than MMOs?! We're dead!
Oops, I got caught up in her fantasies, too.
I'm seriously concerned for both of them now.
You're going to be someone who saves people, if only on paper.
You could write something like that.
What? Someone who saves people?
Does that mean she wants to be a doctor or something?
Sheesh.
So Tenma-san has a real goal, after all.
Thank goodness.
I mean, you know, right?
If you felt like it, you could save millions of people.
You need a reality check, too!
Here's my survey.
Oh, thanks, Tenma-san.
See you, Prez.
See you tomorrow.
Bye.
First Choice: I want to do nothing all day long. Second Choice: Ditto Third Choice: Ditto
Cooking Practice
Miso-Simmered Mackerel
Miso Soup with Tofu
Now then, I'd like to get started cooking those dishes, here...
in Hell's kitchen.
Rude. We haven't even started.
Satania, what are you wearing?
You noticed?
I'm going to cook.
It's only natural that I dress the part.
What a pain.
Never mind. Let's get started.
First, we clean the fish.
Satania, you were in charge of the fish.
You did bring one, I hope?
Naturally.
See?
It's alive?! Where did you even get that thing?!
Surprised?
This morning, I went all the way to a lake in Hell to catch it.
Why would you put in that much effort?!
A first-rate chef uses only first-rate ingredients.
You're not a chef.
Gab, did you bring the tofu and seaweed?
What are these?
Carrots, potatoes, and onions.
I'm asking why you brought them!
Well, when I hit up the supermarket yesterday...
Tofu and seaweed...
I could go for some curry.
And that's why.
I hate this group.
Well, we're stuck with these,
so we'll do "miso-simmered mystery fish" and "miso soup with vegetables."
Wow. Real creative names there.
And whose fault do you think that is,
Miss Dumb Angel?
Y-You can put the knife down.
Improvised cooking? This chef's hands are itching for action.
Do anything unnecessary, and I'll scratch your itch for you.
Okay, I'm going to clean the mystery fish now.
The "mystery fish"?
Well, I don't know what it's called.
Then let's call it "Satania."
Why?!
No... I can't. I could never cut Satania.
It's not me!
Give me that!
I will conduct this fish's last rites.
Prepare to meet your maker, fish!
I'm glad you're alive, Satania.
That was a close shave.
Huh?!
Do you mean me or the fish?!
Let me cut something next.
The vegetables, then.
With one knife only.
How do you use this thing?
Grip your hand like this, and chop like this.
Like this?
Gab, stop slacking off.
I'm busy making a vegetable tower, thanks.
Work.
Yes, chef.
Good. Now slide a little left and repeat.
Why are you frying that?!
I said we're simmering it in miso!
Doesn't everything taste better deep-fried?
That's overgeneralizing!
Vignette, why can't I stop crying?
What is this, a nursery?! I can't babysit both of you!
Vigne.
Now what?!
Do you enjoy living like that? Always being mad?
Now, let's move on to the next step.
Yes, chef.
Gotta spice things up.
With sugar?!
We made what we said we would. But...
Menacing
Whoa. That can't be edible.
There's a lot I'd like to say, but first, clean your plates.
Yup. The moral of this story is:
next time, follow the recipe.
Huh? Tastes good to me.
I'm asking to be put in a different group next time.
What kind of comical cooking
could Satania-san be conducting at this very moment?
Perhaps you could go ask her and report back to me?
Did you find the ball?
Shiraha-san!
You're so nice!
Wh-Why are you sleeping next to me?!
Oh, time for breakfast already?
It's time for an explanation!
Lately, I've been terribly frustrated.
Huh?!
I simply had to get closer to you to watch—
I mean, to become friends with you, Satania-san.
So I let myself in.
Creepy!
I do hope you'll let me stay over for a while.
We must have some bonding time.
No way in Hell!
Get out! Now!
My, must you be so forceful?
Oh! I have an idea.
Whatever it is, the answer's no!
Can I be your apprentice?
"Apprentice"?
Yes.
Apprentice... My apprentice?
Allow me to serve you as your apprentice.
I have always felt a regal dignity and honor in the tenacity with which
you pursue your quest to achieve your ambitions.
I must witness your meteoric rise firsthand!
To be there in your crowning moment!
Oh, please, Satania-san.
No... Satania-sama!
V-Very well!
If you insist, I suppose you can be my apprentice.
Thank you ever so much.
Henceforth, your name shall be...
Satanichia Brothers!
Pardon?
Got it? I hope you're ready, Satanichia Brothers!
Oh, actually, I'd rather you called me Raphiel.
What? Uh, I guess I can do that.
All right, Raphiel!
How may I serve you, Satania-sama?
Satania-sama... Satania-sama...
sama... sama...
You will go buy my breakfast! Melon bread and milk!
You have five minutes!
I'm sorry. I'm tired, so I'd rather not.
My apprentice defied me already?!
If you won't do my shopping, then what good are you?
Well, you see...
I'm afraid I'm not fit for such a task.
What?
Would you be so gracious as to go fetch—
I mean, show me how it's done?
Wait, you're sending me shopping? But I'm the master.
Seeing the magnificent feats of those above them
deepens the devotion of those of a lower existence.
Please show this lowly angel
how the great archdemon Satania-sama would do it.
I suppose I can't refuse my apprentice an example.
I am your master.
My great master.
I'll be back in three minutes!
Behold my majesty and magnificence!
I'll have a café au lait and a sandwich!
Café au Lait
Milk
Well, apprentice? Has your devotion to your master deepened?
Out of curiosity, what happened to your melon bread?
Oh, shut up.
Now then! I have a mission for you, apprentice!
A mission?
You are to spy on Gabriel!
Report to me her weaknesses!
Got that?
I'm sorry. I need some time to digest.
Show some devotion!
Yeesh! Do as you're told!
Yes, Master.
You'll never be able to keep up with me if you're this soft.
Do you understand?
I'm doing my very best.
For crying out loud.
By the way, Satania-sama.
What?
I have one condition if I'm going to stay here.
Condition?
A single futon is too cramped for two.
From now on, I'll sleep in the futon, thank you.
You're fired.