Asmodeus pov

Today was relaxation day for my little fizzbubble~ I scheduled a nice at-home spa day for the two of us. I spared no expense as I practically converted the bathroom into a little spa retreat.

"Do I have to take off my makeup?..." there it was, The insecurity. "Well, a face mask doesn't do much if you have an inch of makeup on." He looked down at the floor. I frowned and gently lifted his chin "you know I would never be cruel to you. All of your scars are what make you, you. And you are beautiful" I felt his face heat up. It put a smile on my face.

"You're a big sap, y'know?" I smiled "only for you, fizzbubble. now. how about we get that makeup off" he pauses for a moment. And then nods hesitantly, i smile and pick him up and take him to the bathroom. i set him down on the bathroom counter.

I watched as fizzarolli grabbed some rose-scented wipes and slowly began cleaning his face of the thick layer of makeup, revealing his scarred face. Despite his insecurities, he was beautiful. At least to me. "there's my pretty little demon." he blushed "you're blind, y'know that?" i chuckled.

"i believe it is you who is blind, my little jester~." he snorts. I smile and gently cup his cheek and nuzzle him "alright, alright. enough of the sap" he pushes my face away playfully, making me chuckle. "I'll grab some face masks. You wait here, Fizzy."

Fizzarolli's pov

I stared into the mirror. What did Ozzie see in this scarred fucked up face? What did he see that I didn't?. This face was far from beautiful. And yet... no. Ozzie was just lying. He had to be. Even mammon knew I was ugly. Not ugly enough to force his dick down my throat but still ugly.

I hesitantly touched my face, the rough scar tissue felt odd against my metal fingers. I was by definition disfigured. No one wanted someone disfigured. Not to love at least. Except...Ozzie at least that's what Ozzie told me.

"Alright I'm back!" I turned to see the sin holding an assortment of face masks "I didn't know which ones you liked so I just grabbed one of everything" he set them on the counter.

I looked over the variety of masks and picked a rose scented mask "for softer skin" the package said. "In the rose mood today beautiful?" Ah there he goes, calling him beautiful again.

"Roses smell nice, what can I say?" I forced a grin, he smiled back. My grin softened to a smile maybe... I can believe some of his lies... just for today.