Author's Note: Okay, so I cracked and bought Diesel Stuff and Supernatural. Since the lunar cycle was up to the player, I went ahead and set up a perpetual New Moon to prevent zombie spam that could slow things down. As you'll see, buying Supernatural ended up coming into play...Chapter 4
The Greatest Chef in the World
The pieces were starting to fall into place. The new generation had arrived. Hell's Kitchen was now his. And Bob was tantalizingly close to his goal of immortality. All that remained were a way to prove his worthiness, create the dish... and figure out a way to replicate it in perpetuity.
Life after the birth of little Wrath returned the household to the normal flow of child care. Justine provided the bottles...
...while Bob brought home the aqua-bacon.
Little Wrath's birthday was cause for some celebration... and the first major expansion of the Dudley household!
The living room/dining room/kitchen combination received a small revamping, with the addition of a television set through which Bob could monitor the influence of his evil across the world.
Little Wrath was given the implements by which she could bring the world to its knees.
And Justine's sculpting station was at last brought indoors.
In the back of the lot, a simple museum to Bob's legacy was begun. It was meager now, but with time, it would of course grow.
Speaking of growing...
"Excellent!" Bob said. "It is time for your dark education to begin!
"Where your feet will tread, men will learn to fear! Yes, walk, my lovely avatar of vengeance! Walk!"
"Good, good. Now can you say, 'The feeble works of man will be razed to make way for our new dark kingdom'?"
"It is wonderful to see her developing, sire," Justine said. "But remember that she must also learn to properly void her bowels. I trust that you will be instrumental in such instruction?"
Bob thought it over.
Later, a package arrived in the mail!
All hail the Dark Lord Beelzebub!
I have heard that your dark purpose brings you unto the mortal realm, and you have even spawned an Avatar of Wrath. This is, of course, wonderful news for our purpose. Be warned, however, that mortal children require not just care, but activity. It is with this in mind that I have crafted a grim artifact that should serve your purpose well. Give it to her and let her practice her youthful violence upon its head.
Peace out y'all,
Asmodeus, Archdevil of Baator
"You are to be granted no name except Accomplice!" Wrath roared at the doll. "Submit, puny one!"
"D'awwwwwwwwwww," Bob said. "Look, honey, she's just out of diapers and she's already bending the impudent to her whims!"
"Love you, sweetie," Bob said.
"The worms will feast upon our enemies!" Wrath answered.
"D'awwwwwwwwwwww."
While Bob was raising his young one after his dark practices, Justine made contact with another powerful ally from another realm.
"Money," Justine simply said as the genie formed. "I wish for money. Lots of it."
The influx of cash allowed the Dudleys to purchase--and make improvements to--one of Bob's favorite fishing spots, Summer Hill Springs.
(Yes, my improvements kind of stink right now, but I haven't really sat down with the intent to build much yet. 
)Then, one night at work, the staff at Hell's Kitchen--and her patrons--finally recognized Bob for what he was.
"Bob, we've worked with you for some time, and we've reached a conclusion. We know exactly who you are," the saucier at the greasy spoon restaurant said.
"...oh?" Bob said, tugging at his collar. Had his dark purpose been discovered?
"You are... the greatest chef in the world."
Balloons dropped from the ceiling. Reporters swarmed inside. Within moments, a network executive from Cookin' Cable was shoving a contract in Bob's face.
Bob signed it all.
In gratitude for his promotion, Bob found his kitchen updated, along with a new toy...
Congratulations, Bob!
In addition to this new refrigerator, please find enclosed our revolutionary new "Food Replicator" for when you're just too tired to cook. This ingenious device allows you to duplicate any of your delicious dishes in perpetuity!
-Sandy Wiches, CEO, Cookin' Cable"...
any of my delicious dishes?" Bob said. In his hand, he took one of the many Life Fruit that now grew in his bountiful garden. Through a back window, he eyed his personal fishing pond... stocked with Death Fish.
And he celebrated the only way he knew how.
Up Next: Guests at the house of Dudley!
