Honestly, darling, being an Empress of Hell is hard work, but being a pregnant one? That is a full-time tactical operation. I was sprawled out like royalty on a massive silk cushion in the Black Diamond Palace, overlooking the glowing lava rivers. Inside, Valerys was already practicing her runway walk, basically kicking my ribs as if to say, "Mom, this studio apartment is too small for my vision, clear the stage immediately!"
"Asti! Astaroth! Oh, where are you, man? Are you the Lord of the Ninth Circle or the lead actor in my personal lack of assistance?"
Astaroth entered with giant, earth-shaking strides, carrying a golden tray filled with Madison's specific cravings: the freshest fruits from Hell and a chilled sherbet "borrowed" (read: snatched) from Michael's private celestial garden.
