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>Astaroth sat cross-legged on the plush carpet of her private chamber
>Before her, spread across a vanity table, lay an assortment of mortal cosmetics—lipsticks in every shade, glittering eyeshadow palettes, contour kits sharp as can be.
>And at the center of it all, basking under the glow of soft candlelight, was Lil’ Lucy, coiled up and waiting patiently for his makeover.
>"Okay, babe," Astaroth said, slipping into the heavy Valley girl accent she never let anyone else hear. "Tonight? We are gonna slay. Like, more than your venom does. we’re making you, like, drop-dead gorgeous."
>Lil’ Lucy flicked his tongue, utterly delighted.
>Astaroth grabbed a soft brush and dusted a shimmering highlight onto the top of his little snake head.
>"Look at my little king with his crown!" she cooed.
>Then, with precise, practiced strokes, she applied a tasteful layer of deep crimson eyeshadow around his beady eyes.
>"OML, you look like a model. Like, if they had snake models? You’d be the greatest."
>Lucy gave a happy little hiss, completely content to be pampered.
>"Okay, my turn," Astaroth said, reaching for a deep, hellfire-red lipstick.
>She leaned toward the vanity mirror, expertly painting her lips with the confidence of someone who had conquered both battlefields and beauty tutorials.
>A final swipe of black eyeliner wings, and she grinned. "Ugh, perfection. Who is she? Oh wait—she’s me."
>Lucy nudged her hand expectantly.
>"Oh, you want the finishing touch?" Astaroth gasped dramatically. "Say less, babe."
>From a secret drawer, she pulled out the pièce de résistance: a tiny, adorable ribbon, black with little brasen skulls, just the right size for a snake. With practiced hands, she carefully tied it around Lil’ Lucy’s neck.
>She gasped. "Stop. Stop it right now. You’re the cutest thing I have ever seen in my immortal existence."
>Lil’ Lucy flicked his tongue, basking in the attention of being the softest little king of Dis.
>Before her, spread across a vanity table, lay an assortment of mortal cosmetics—lipsticks in every shade, glittering eyeshadow palettes, contour kits sharp as can be.
>And at the center of it all, basking under the glow of soft candlelight, was Lil’ Lucy, coiled up and waiting patiently for his makeover.
>"Okay, babe," Astaroth said, slipping into the heavy Valley girl accent she never let anyone else hear. "Tonight? We are gonna slay. Like, more than your venom does. we’re making you, like, drop-dead gorgeous."
>Lil’ Lucy flicked his tongue, utterly delighted.
>Astaroth grabbed a soft brush and dusted a shimmering highlight onto the top of his little snake head.
>"Look at my little king with his crown!" she cooed.
>Then, with precise, practiced strokes, she applied a tasteful layer of deep crimson eyeshadow around his beady eyes.
>"OML, you look like a model. Like, if they had snake models? You’d be the greatest."
>Lucy gave a happy little hiss, completely content to be pampered.
>"Okay, my turn," Astaroth said, reaching for a deep, hellfire-red lipstick.
>She leaned toward the vanity mirror, expertly painting her lips with the confidence of someone who had conquered both battlefields and beauty tutorials.
>A final swipe of black eyeliner wings, and she grinned. "Ugh, perfection. Who is she? Oh wait—she’s me."
>Lucy nudged her hand expectantly.
>"Oh, you want the finishing touch?" Astaroth gasped dramatically. "Say less, babe."
>From a secret drawer, she pulled out the pièce de résistance: a tiny, adorable ribbon, black with little brasen skulls, just the right size for a snake. With practiced hands, she carefully tied it around Lil’ Lucy’s neck.
>She gasped. "Stop. Stop it right now. You’re the cutest thing I have ever seen in my immortal existence."
>Lil’ Lucy flicked his tongue, basking in the attention of being the softest little king of Dis.
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