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Asmo was always looking for a reason to make his brothers more beautiful. Doing their hair, makeup, or even using his best skincare products to help their poor skin. It was the charity work that the House of Lamentations needed, and who better to provide it than the most beautiful demon in the entirety of the Devildom?
He had to admit that it was challenging at times. Not everyone was as complaisant or easy to bribe as Mammon and Beel were. It was annoying, but even Belphie let him fix his hair if Asmo let him hide and take a nap in his room! Satan, on the other hand, shot him down at every turn. No matter what he tried or what he offered, the avatar of wrath always denied his help. However, each time Satan said no, it only further ignited the fire of determination in his gut: he would find something that Satan liked if it was the last thing he did!
At least once a day, the fifth born would shove his D.D.D in his older brother's face: screenshots or Devilgram posts featuring various hairstyles, makeup looks, and skincare routines. Satan would take his time and look at each picture, his eyes darting to take in the entire look all before saying no and turning back to whatever book he had been reading. Asmo would always leave with a sigh before, once again, looking for more ideas.
The avatar of lust almost gave up hope. He almost believed that there was nothing he could suggest that Satan would agree to. That was until he came across a post on his Devilgram feed. The hairstyle was simplistic, low-effort, and something Satan would agree to without a doubt. He rushed through the House of Lamentations to reach the library. With a bounce in his step and a grin on his face, he flung open the heavy wooden doors and nearly ran to the table Satan sat at. Shoving his D.D.D in his face, Asmo ripped his attention away from his book of torture. At first, the blond just sat and stared at his brother, annoyed; he had come to the library for peace and quiet, and yet, here Asmo was bothering him. But a violent shake of the D.D.D and the pure excitement in his pink eyes got Satan to look at the suggested hairstyle. Asmo waited impatiently for his answer as he took in the photo.
“Fine,” Asmo squealed at his answer, throwing his arms around Satan’s neck, muttering ‘Thank you!’ over and over again. “But you're only doing my hair,” and with that, he was dragged out of the library. His book left sitting on the table.
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Satan sat in front of a mirror, Asmo behind him brushing his hair out. Even though it was clear to anyone that the avatar of lust was excited, he didn’t let it distract him from the task at hand. His eyes were focused on his hair, carefully making sure there were no knots and that it sat neatly on his head. Once Asmo was sure Satan’s hair was untangled, he jumped right into the hairstyle.
Step 1: Part your hair. Asmo switched his brush for a thin comb and started parting his hair in the middle. Asmo mused on how it was essential to have a middle part, and perfectly splitting the hair was key to a strong base for the hairstyle; it would look bad if it didn’t sit nicely on his head.
Step 2: Braids. Four small braids, two on each side, one above the other. Each secured with a small clear elastic. Asmo had spent longer than Satan thought necessary, making sure everything was perfect. That all four sections were the same size, that the two pairs were at the same height on both sides of his head, and that each braid looked nice and neat. Honestly, Satan was surprised his hair was still attached to his scalp, considering how hard Asmo was pulling at it.
Step 3: Creating a bump. Taking the top braid, Asmo bent it to create a small bump. Then, he secured the end of the first braid to the center of the second braid. The two braids secured with another small clear elastic.
Step 4: Undoing the braids. Now that the bumps were secured taking off the two elastics on each side made it so that the ends would blend in with the rest of his hair. Satan again wasn’t sure why it mattered; it wasn’t like the braid ends looked horrible. But Asmo refused to hear it and reminded him that he knew more about fashion, before ignoring any comment Satan made. He pulled the small elastics out without a care that they pulled at his hair.
Step 5: Creating a point. Grabbing his hair straightener, Asmo put the tops of the bumps between the plates to create a sharp point. It took a couple attempts, but soon enough, the avatar of lust was content with how they looked. He quickly put everything away before looking at his handy work, a smile gracing his face.
“Do you like it?” Asmo asked, his D.D.D out already taking several pictures of the cute hairstyle. “I mean of course you do! Ooooh you’re SO cute!” Satan let him take whatever pictures he wanted, Asmo’s squealing blending into the background as Satan looked at himself in the mirror. If he were being honest with himself, he rather liked the ‘cat ear’ hairstyle. It was something he might ask Asmo to do for him more often; surely, he’d be delighted considering how often his younger brother nearly begged him to let him do his hair. However, he was quickly ripped from his thoughts when he felt a gloved hand pet his head.
“I didn’t realize you got a cat Asmo,” Lucifer's teasing voice floated to his ears. “Make sure to give him a collar, wouldn’t want him to get lost,” his deep laugh followed the eldest brother as he left the room, a new surge of annoyance coursing through Satan as he rushed out after him. Asmo flopped down in the chair Satan had just vacated, a sigh falling from his lips.
“He’s going to ruin the hair I just worked so hard on, what a pain.”