𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐀; ɢᴠ x ʜᴘ (𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃)

𝟎𝟎𝟓; ʟɪᴇs ᴏғ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ

ABRAXAS, returned to her side and told her what happened at the Crow Club.

"Of course he'd do that." Judith hummed.

As Judith sat before her vanity, she uncapped the tube of lipstick and began to apply it to her lips. The color was a deep, bloody red that seemed to match the intensity of her gaze as she stared at herself in the mirror. She couldn't help but admire her own beauty, the features that captivate men and women alike.

Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back in waves, framing her pale ivory complexion like a work of art. Her sharp and striking features were a testament to her former life, a life that now seemed so distant and foreign to her.

Though it was her eyes that truly set her apart. No longer the cold blue of her mortal days, they now blazed with a haunting otherworldly green. They seemed to pulse with a power beyond comprehension, a mark of her deathless soul.

She turned to her devoted servant, Abraxas, and asked him the question she had asked him countless times before. "How do I look, Abraxas?"

Abraxas looked at her with eyes that shone with a mixture of reverence and awe, as if he were beholding both creation and destruction all at once. He knew that his goddess was beyond compare, a being of unimaginable power and beauty that he had served for countless millennia.

"Perfect." He breathed, his voice heavy with emotion. "You are the very essence of perfection, Mon Haute Reine."

"May I?" Abraxas asked, seeking permission to touch her. She hummed in response, granting him the privilege.

Abraxas took her hand into his and kissed it gently, holding it with a care and worship that spoke of his unshakeable devotion. To him, Judith was everything a Goddess beyond compare, his eternal mistress and the object of his deepest desires.

Abraxas was her first and most devoted believer, a constant reminder of the power and majesty that she wielded even when mortal. She knew that she is forever the object of his adoration, his love and his unending devotion.

"Do my hair." Judith said to Abraxas, as she sat in front of her vanity.

Without hesitation, Abraxas stood behind her and began to handle her dark locks with the utmost care. Her hair felt like the finest silk between his fingers as he weaved it into beautiful, intricate styles. He had done this countless times before, but he never tired of it. He loved to do anything to serve his queen.

"Mon Haute Reine, is it up to your standards?" He asked her, hoping to meet her expectations.

Judith hummed thoughtfully as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. "You never disappoint me."

Grateful for her praise, Abraxas leaned down to bow before her. Yet before he could, she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. He melted into her embrace, savoring the taste of her cherry lips. When they pulled apart, he noticed that her lipstick had left a mark on his own lips. He loved it a mark of him belonging to her.

As they broke apart, Judith smiled at him with hollow affection. "My favorite believer."

Abraxas bowed his head in reverence. "It is my honor and my pleasure to serve you, Mon Haute Reine." He replied, knowing that he would do anything for her. He would gladly give his life again for her if it was ever demanded of him.

"I'll call for you again, Darling." With that the emerald ring glowed once more and Abraxas disappeared.

She glanced at herself once last time and smirked. Harrison is having fun with his new plaything, and it's about time Judith starts playing with hers.