[center][h1][b][color=ed1c24]Tai[/color] [color=39b54a]Norel[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

As a barber, Norel had cut the hair of many demons. From the pretty ladies to the handsome gentlemen, from the feminine beasts of Hell to even the most brutish soldiers, his pair of scissors worked not for war, but for comfort.

Never did he ever cut the hair of one of Hell's fiercest generals, let alone the one who had become infamous for slaughtering legions before his appearance in the underworld.

[i][color=39b54a]Life certainly gets interesting,[/color][/i] he thought timidly as he prepared to put a cloth over Apophis' shoulders, only to be stopped in the process.

[b][color=ed1c24]"I don't like having things touch my neck,"[/color][/b] the Deity of Chaos mused. [b][color=ed1c24]"Leave that aside."[/color][/b]

[color=39b54a]"Y-Yes,"[/color] Norel attempted to chirp brightly as usual. He stared at the Deity's hair, wondering if the hair did actually grow like a regular human being's in the first place. Maybe it was like a wig?

[b][color=ed1c24]"Just make my hair a bit shorter,"[/color][/b] Apophis stated as he stared at the mirror in front of him, his eyes glowing under the hollow skin he wore. [b][color=ed1c24]"No need to change the shape."[/color][/b]

Nodding, Norel began to cut the hair of a Deity of Chaos. As he carefully worked on retaining the shape of Apophis' original hair, the barber opened his mouth to ask why the deity wanted his hair to be cut in the first place.

[b][color=ed1c24]"Don't ask why I'm cutting my hair,"[/color][/b] Apophis stated out of the blue. [b][color=ed1c24]"I dunno why but I feel like you're going to ask that."
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[color=39b54a][i]...Please don't read my mind.[/i][/color]

Nervous, the barber continued to work on a haircut that could potentially go smoothly... or end his life.