In her sprawling estate, the Lord of Seduction lounged in silk robes, sipping wine as the sun kissed her flawless skin. Pilates in the morning, gourmet feasts by noon, and beauty rituals by dusk warfare bored her. She left her legion to govern itself.
She flipped through an old People magazine, analyzing every model's cheekbones and contouring choices.
A servant demon approached, bowing low. "My Lady, a message from Lucifer."
Her eyes lit up, glowing with excitement. "What did he say?"
"He invites you to dinner. In New Heaven City."
She shrieked like a teenage girl. "O-M-G! What am I gonna wear? I'm a mess!"
"Shall I summon your makeup team?" the servant asked.
"Immediately! I must look perfect for the Supreme aka future husband."
The servant hesitated. "I don't think Lucifer intends to marry you…"
Her eyes flared with fire. "What did you say?"
"I-I just meant it might not be that kind of dinner. No harm, my Lady."
She stood tall, voice dripping with conviction. "He loves me. I know it. And soon, the world will see we'll be a power couple."
The servant thought, She's completely delusional.
"Now go!" she snapped. "Get everything ready!"
"Yes, my Lady!" the servant bolted.
The Lord of Seduction stood alone for a moment, gazing into the distance.
"Oh Lucifer… we were meant to be. And soon, we will be."