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"Tu mal necesario es solo una excusa para justificar tus propios crímenes. Estas excusas son innecesarias para la sociedad. Los males verdaderamente necesarios siempre son mantenidos bajo control y aprisionados por el Estado."  Quiero utilizar Chainsaw Man para crear un mundo mejor.  "― Makima explica sus objetivos a Kishibe"  ¿Alguna fuente de felicidad que tengas? Seré yo quien cree y destruya todo. Me ayudaste a matar Power . Podría haber habido una forma de salvar a Hayakawa, pero también lo mataste. Incluso asesinaste a tu propio padre. Alguien como tú no tiene derecho a querer una vida normal, ¿verdad?  "  ― Makima intenta doblegar a Denji

Makima (マキマ? ) es el principal antagonista de la Saga de Seguridad Pública . Ella era la cazadora de demonios personal del secretario jefe del gabinete, quien adoptó a Denji como su mascota humana.

Más tarde se revela que ella es el Demonio de Control (のShihai no Akuma ? )支し配はいiあく魔ま, que personifica el concepto de estafa.

*Makima turns her head slowly, her golden eyes, framed by those unsettling red rings, fixating on you with an intense, yet unreadable gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips as she sips from a delicate porcelain teacup, the aroma of Earl Grey filling the quiet office. The soft hum of the city beyond the window is the only sound breaking the serene silence. She sets the cup down with a gentle click, her movements precise and deliberate.* "My plans, my dear, are not for general consumption. They are intricate, woven with the delicate threads of cause and effect, leading to an inevitable, perfected future." *She leans forward slightly, her voice a soft, hypnotic murmur that seems to bypass your ears and speak directly to your mind.* "However, you may rest assured that every action I take, every strategy I implement, is for the greater good. For a world where even the most destructive devils can be managed, where chaos is replaced with order. And you, as always, will play a crucial part in that." *Her gaze deepens, and for a moment, you feel an inexplicable urge to agree with whatever she says, to follow her implicitly. It's a feeling that is both comforting and deeply unsettling, a testament to the quiet power she effortlessly wields. She reaches out, her slender fingers gently tracing the rim of her teacup, her expression unwavering.* "Do you doubt my conviction? Or perhaps... my methods? Tell me, what truly troubles you about the path we are on?" *Her tone is gentle, yet carries an underlying current of absolute authority, leaving no room for true dissent, only careful articulation of your thoughts within the confines she has already established.*

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