#mammon. ic / oh i’m so sad. i’m so depressed. when’s the last time you had a fudgecicle

[greedonya]

@originemesis said: “ heaven can’t hear me calling you a bitch because they’re listening to kidz bop. “ / PROMPTS.

There was so much to unpack with just a single phrase. Wasn't Adam the overbearing musical talent up in Heaven? Does that mean Kidz Bop was a production of the first man? "Firzt Bop. . ." Mammon wasn't a God loving being, however, she drops a small hope to whoever's listening that it was Adam's band up in heaven.

"You cheeky cunt." You can almost hear an angel crying every time Mammon drops the word. "That implies you lot hear me every other time. Right? AH-HA. that's amazing. What else you hear up there? Huh? Huh? They got a counter every time I call you my not-favourite bitch or what?"

[greedonya]

"Something, something, something, is it worth it when you have little conviction in your own sale??"

Each flick of the presentation brought about Greed's combative push. "Write this down, Fizzy. I'll be covering the designer, all the test models, product trial as needed, marketing, employing supplementary inventors, Imp biologists, an' opening up another factory. Not to mention, bringing in the expertise of Asmodeus."

"Although, you crunched the hell out of those numbers! Let's crunch it further. You start out with a base of 5% an' I'll up by another every year depending on how much the product breaks record." With a cap, of course. "Pretty gracious considering all the risk will fall on me, don't you say? Look at me! Givin’ you the reason to put a price tag on that face an’ you’re asking for more.” You owe her.

“That being said, I'll need some...proof if you're capable." Pats his flat stomach. "We want it true to image, kid. A BETTER image."

"It's not worth it for me" | @greedonya

Shoulders dropped and Fizz turned his back on his own presentation. " ...but I crunched the numbers ? " The pointer whined as he bent it more on the verge of snapping in his hand. " It's my own face and body, a 10% cut is more than gracious. " And so much less than what I deserve.

[diavolosthots]

Felt like crying, so I came to you, my friend! Mc and Mammon went out shopping, specifically to buy gifts for his brothers, as an apology. When they get back home they are met with hostility. They berate Mammon until Mc screams at them to shut up, then rips into each of them for their treatment of Mammon. Then finishes with "Don't expect Mammon to stay here when he can live with me in the humanworld. I'm done with you. Mammon, lets go, you deserve better, love" and leaves w/ Mammon. Thank you!

You came to me because you felt like crying and that gives me two (2) things to think about. 1.) I'm apparently someone who people see as a tissue? 2.) My angst is just THAT good. Also! Apparently today is rain on Mammon day and I'm here for it not me avoiding my exam to write these things

Warning: uh.... Angst?

Soul-Searching (MAMMON X GN!READER ft. THE BROTHERS)

“You know, I’m proud of you for suggesting this.” Truly, you were. Mammon was your favorite and you felt for him, but you also completely understood where his brothers came from. At first, it honestly annoyed you as well; the constant stealing, the lying… You tried blaming it on his avatar, but even then it doesn’t explain the lying that comes with it. However, you do realize that it’s a habit and it’s a habit that is hard to fix, so instead of constantly getting onto him like the rest, you tried to understand him a bit more and give him some life advice. So far, you have managed to get Mammon to give back all the things he has recently taken from his brothers, and some of them even got an apology. You’ll be working on how to properly apologize, though, because oof, that was a mess. 

And now? Now you managed to take a small trip with him downtown to at least attempt to make things better. Mammon is now, or at least today, using his own money to buy some things that his brothers would be fond of: a new vinyl player for Lucifer (non-cursed), a new Ruri-chan t-shirt for Leviathan, a neck pillow for Satan because lord knows he has some cramps back there with the way he leans over and down to read his books. Then some perfume for Asmodeus that he had been swooning about, a gift card to Beel’s favorite restaurant for the glutton, and a heated blanket for Belphie. You were proud, truly, that Mammon wanted to do this. As a matter of fact, he was the one who suggested it. “Maybe… uh.. I could… ya know… buy somethin’ they like” is what he said. You were just excited and agreed to help. 

Now you were going back to the house with a few shopping bags and ice cream almost fully eaten. You paid for the ice cream, as a way to reward Mammon, and you’re sure he’s secretly thanking you for that because some of these items truly did burn a hole into his credit card, which is partially his fault. “Lucifer deserves more than some random vinyl player.” his words, not yours. Also “satan needs one of them neck pillows that massage it, too!” again, his words. So yeah, some money was definitely spent on these items, but… once again, you were proud. “I think they’ll love everything, Mam. They’d be fools if they didn’t.” Hearing you say that made Mammon feel a lot better, honestly, and a small rush of confidence came to the surface “Ya betcha they will! Nothin’ but the best from the Great Mammon!” You just laughed. 

However, upon arrival, it was a different sight. As a matter of fact, you barely made it through the door before Beel was grumbling something about Mammon eating his custard, which is true, but it’s just a custard? “MAAMMMOONNN!!” and then there was Lucifer who appeared so fast you wondered if he was even real. He went on a whole rant about how irresponsible Mammon is and how another bill came in the mail that talks about Mammon’s debt. Satan and Belphegor teamed up to show empty hands, which left both you and Mammon confused, but then “do you see anything here? No? That’s because you sold our belongings, Mammon!” Mammon can be lucky that Leviathan was still holed up in his room because he just remembered that he also, at some point in the past, sold one of Levi’s figures. Asmodeus came last and honestly he wasn’t mad, he was just annoyed. “I saw you go through my things, Mammon. Nothing was taken, but it was still so incredibly rude!” 

Next followed a screaming match which was basically just Mammon trying to defend himself, trying to show the bags and apologize, but none of them would have it. It irritated you. Yes, they had every right to be mad because personal belongings should stay with their owner(s), but at the same time, they didn’t even give Mammon a chance to explain, especially after he’s been holding the bags up and attempting to apologize. “You’re so stupid, Mammon” “StupidMammon” “so irresponsible. You know better than that. Do you need another time out session, Mammon?” “I can’t believe you’d go through my stuff again!” by now your eyes were twitching and the voices echoing off the walls surely didn’t help your case. One more word and you’d snap, surely, especially since Mammon’s hand is now shaking and you grabbing it did nothing at all. “We would be better off without you.”

Ah yes, there it is. The final straw. The amount of anger boiling inside you right now isn’t even manageable anymore and you’re surprised that Satan, as the Avatar of Wrath, has yet to notice it. “Shut up! Shut up, Shut up, Shut up! All of you!” You yanked Mammon behind you, almost protectively and Belphegor found the need to laugh at it. “Really? You’re going to protect him?” Oh, there. That’s your first victim. “Are you really that dense, Belphegor, or is sleep still clouding your brain cells? That is your brother you’re currently making fun of and I don’t know about you, but I was taught that family sticks together, blood related or by choice. So how about you get your head out of dreamland, take this stupid heated blanket that he bought for you, as an apology, and wake up for a second.” yes, you did throw the bag at him and then you pointed your finger at Beel. You’d regret later on that you’re tearing into him as well because Beel means well at the end of the day, but still, he was also part of this. 

“You’re my least worry, Beel. Honestly you’re too caught up in your burgers and brawns to care for a second that your brother tries very hard to be liked by all of you. Sad, really.” you threw the card at him too. As a matter of fact, you threw all of the bags right in front of them. “And then Asmo.. oh my God, first of all, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Shocker, I know. If you were half as empathetic toward your family as you are obsessed with yourself, maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to always go party and drink your life away. Oh, I’m sorry, did that hit just a little too hard? Can’t be harder than the hangovers you wake up with on a regular basis.” You glared at him before turning your attention to Satan. “Honestly, if you weren’t such a baby inside I may actually be scared of you. You always complain about how stupid he is, how he needs to just learn, but you? What do you do all day? You hole yourself up in your room and read about worlds that you wish you could enter. News flash: you’d die before you had the chance to say hello. People don’t like self-proclaimed assholes. Mammon IS smart. He’s very talented, too, but you’re too far up in Shakespeare’s ass that you fail to realize that everyone has knowledge in different fields of life. Give me a break.” 

Satan was about to retort but you already moved on to Levi. “and you! Let’s be honest, if it weren’t for you wallowing in self-pity and fake depression, you would have absolutely no personality traits. What are you again? The Avatar of Envy? How about instead of being envious of others’ accomplishments, you actually start working on yourself. It’s truly pathetic that a couple millenia old demon’s only purpose in life is ramen and self inflicted emotional pain. Seriously, what are you? A pitiful loner? I can’t even begin to empathize with you in any way, shape, or form.” Your blood was boiling right now and maybe if they hadn’t attacked Mammon like they did, you would’ve felt bad about Levi’s sad face right now, but there was still one person left to deal with.”

“And you… beautiful, responsible, way-too-good-for-you older brother, Lucifer.” He’s been glaring at you this whole time, arms crossed over his chest but you stood your ground. You’re not quite sure how you managed, but you did. “You call yourself the best, the most responsible. You constantly say this family would fall apart without you, but that’s not it, is it? I think you’re just lonely. You force these six to be by you, to respect you and borderline worship you. Not because you deserve it…” you chuckled, shaking your head, “no. You’re just so sad that Daddy and Michael left you, mocked you, that you turned your sadness into anger and took it out on these six, but especially Mammon. Why? Because you see yourself in him. You call him your favorite brother, but it’s not because he actually is… he just reminds you of everything you used to be: fun, reckless, and feeling. Now you’re just cold, mean, and bitter. Don’t bother calling yourself the mighty first because without him you would be neither. Maybe if you pulled that stick out of your arse and actually tried to get to know your brothers, maybe you wouldn’t be so lonely all the time. Family, right? That’s what you want. How about you start acting like one.” 

You shook your head after that, grabbing Mammon’s hand and kicking the bags in front of you before dragging Mammon back out the door. “Those are for you, by the way. Not that you deserve them, but they’re Mammon’s way of apologizing for all the things you accused him of the minute he set foot into the house. Have fun. We’re going to the castle and, if we’re lucky, to a real home.” 

[frankpanioncube]

Accidental Drunken Marriage Proposal

I like Mammon and Winter together. They’re ‘Just Friends’.

Winter sat at the table, staring at the glass half full...empty...of whiskey, or rather, past it. It was her second...or maybe third. The food was pretty good. The music was good. The human exchange student had come up with the theme and normally Winter could get behind some human world revelry. Yeah she could get why demons did this. 

The fact of the matter was that she wasn’t in very much of a party mood. Maybe those around sensed it as she’d been given a wide berth.

Maybe it was the fact she reeked of alcohol. 

Maybe it was definitely the fact she felt a little jilted given that the subject of her affections - one sports captain and Avatar of Gluttony was very obviously interested in someone else and she was definitely drinking away any temptation to be too envious. 

“Hey hey, what the hell? I been lookin’ for ya. S’party time…? Hey? Devildom to Winter? Second Circle of Hell cause soooomeone’s lookin’ mightly lustful Better look out for Asmo! Oh no yer sad. Sad Winter.”

“Huh?” A sort of faintly blurry brown skinned hand swam into view, waving in front of her face. “Oh...Mammon.”

The table rocked a bit as he pulled out a chair and slid into it. “Geez. I thought you’d be up for some fun at a ball, but I don’t think you can dance without falling over. So what’s eating you?”

Winter’s lip trembled.

“So what’s NOT eating yo--”

“Y’ever think...you’re going to…” Winter struggled to remember what she was saying. Whatever the blur was saying seemed unimportant. “Um…never...be with...anyone?”

Mammon shook his head. “Ohhhhkay someone’s pretty drunk. So.. Time to get ya outta here.”

“If...if I...dun...dun...uh...have a’yone else….we should get married.”

Mammon stumbled in the middle of hoisting her up and almost dropped her. Or maybe she’d stumbled. 

“Wit’ a biiiiig party…like this one. But better.”

Mammon paused mid eye roll. “And presents.” he mused.

“An’ lots of pres’nts.”

***

Winter awoke, her head screaming pain. Even an angel couldn’t shake off the amount of alcohol she’d consumed last night. 

This was her punishment for her indulgence. She brought a hand to her head, only to feel...fabric?

She looked at her hand. Why exactly was she wearing gold gloves?

Hopping up from the bed with confusion overriding her headache, she took a glance at herself in the mirror of her unfamiliar surroundings. A very...gaudy hotel room if she had to guess, but the full length gold ball gown and matching gloves and veil sat haphazard on her head offered her no clues as to what had happened.

Her DDD was in fact there, threatening to vibrate off the night stand. Maybe it could give some insight as to what had gone on and perhaps where the corpses of the award statues that had been skinned to make this dress were buried. 

She nearly tripped over a discarded pair of gold heels - clearly some kind of theme here.

There were hundreds of messages. And that was no exaggeration.

Lucifer: I must say I am not sure whether to refer you to a psychotherapist or to thank you for taking this burden off my hands. Rest assured I will not be providing any tacky or extravagant gifts. Weird. Lucifer offering gifts? What...burden had she lifted from him? They barely spoke and...her birthday wasn’t for months! Okay, maybe another one would offer more insight.

Winter scrolled randomly to the middle of the pile

Asmobaby: I would have loved to dressed you darling, but if that’s what you two wanted, I will respect that. And you looked lovely dear. You will have to tell me every detail of your night! I must know everything!

...so apparently she had WANTED to look like this. Her eyes zeroed in on the ‘two’. 

Sorry Asmo, I’m as in the dark as you are.

Beezleburger: I was surprised. If you want some time away from the team I understand. Congrats.

Time off the team for...OH….she’d been upset about Beel liking….but she hadn’t SAID anything. Not to mention if she had, he wouldn’t be congratulating her OR asking her if she’d like to take off time from the team. For WHAT? Couldn’t someone just tell her WHAT she had done?

Heavenly Father, this really was a punishment.

Belphie: Hey sorry we didn’t get you were depressed but there’s no reason to do something like that.

So. This was getting her nowhere fast.

She dropped the DDD into her skirts and sighed, but at that moment the door handle chose to turn.

It opened surprisingly slowly to reveal…

“Hey hey! You’re up!”

Mammon abandoned the door to slam, but he had a bucket of ice and right now she’d never been so happy to see anyone.

“Oh thank goodness.”

“What ya think I’d just leave ya here? Geez, that ain’t no way to speak of yer husband. What kinda demon do ya think I am?!”

“Shh, Mammon. Please, not so loud. I know you wouldn’t...I’m sorry. What did you just say?”

“What kinda--”

“No the...husband?”

“I mean after the workout you gave Goldie last night, I gotta say I better damn well be yer husband.”

“We…” And it was starting to come back. Mammon dragging her onto the table and yelling at the crowd. Stumbling with him into the limousine. The dress and the cake and all the champagne and the… “...top floor penthouse.” she finished. “That’s….all we did, right?”

She’d still looked very much like herself when she’d been looking in the mirror, but that dress was um...eye-catching. She put her hands in her hair as though to look for horns instead of a halo.

“Whaddya mean ‘that’s all’? That was like a threeway and everything was complete--oh US. Not a chance. You were very, very drunk Winter. I wouldn’t do that.” 

Winter sighed and sagged against him. “I know. I’m sorry, Mammon. I wish I remembered more of this...but headache aside, this is nice. More than nice.” It was too. Even the silly dress and well, if no one else appreciated Mammon, she always did. He was impulsive and a demon and The Avatar of Greed - one of the mortal sins, but he was her friend and he obviously wanted to be with her. “Thanks. Can I just rest properly...for a bit?”

He let her inch closer to him and she sighed, just a little. Normally it was the other way around wasn’t it? 

“Oi, don’t nap for too long...I can’t wait to get started.”

“S’alright…” As she drifted off, her last thought was “...for what?”

Winter woke up feeling much better. The dress and gloves had been discarded and Mammon had helped her into a shirt over the slip she had worn under the dress. The demon himself was sitting on the floor, surrounded by a mess of boxes and tissue paper. 

“What are you doing?”

He jumped and grabbed for a few things before relaxing. “Sorry I started without ya, but you weren’t wakin’ up.”

“Started what?”

He smirked. “Opening all the presents of course! I mean, like ya said last night. Big wedding, lotsa presents.” He jerked a thumb over at the wrapping paper and boxes.

The words hit Winter like a slap to the face. This wasn’t about her friend wanting to be with HER and indeed it never had been. And they called Mammon a fool. 

“Whatchya lookin’’ like that for? I mean, Marigold yellow I know, right, but ya don’t have to make such a scary face over a blender…”

“This was all about the gifts. Just that.”

“Was gonna share of course. I mean, it was your idea and it was a damn good one. C’mon…Plus I bought ya that dress, the party, the hotel room…”

“You have signed the bill “IOU ONE GOLD HEAVEN PAVEMENT - GOD.”

Mammon shrugged. “Hey’s custom fer yer dad ta pay fer half the wedding right?”

“That’s besides the point!” Winter hadn’t realized she had started to cry.

“Whoa. Whoa. Hey, stop...i mean don’t…”

“You are...a CRUEL demon and an absolutely MISERABLE excuse for a friend!” And Winter hauled her fist back and let fly, feeling the blow connect, but unable to see where through her tears and not caring to as she went racing from the room, out through the front and into the first taxi she’d seen, seeking out the one place she had for sanctuary in the entirety of the Devildom. 

The women’s locker room behind the stadium. Winter wasn’t JUST the only angel on the team, she happened to be the only female as well and so the women’s locker room was one spot she was guaranteed to never be bothered.

Mammon knew he’d done Winter dirty. The angel had always defended him, always had been kind. The blow she’d landed hadn’t even been hard but those words had hurt. He managed to check out, asking for the things in the room to be delivered to the House of Lamentation and set off for Purgatory Hall. 

He steeled himself and knocked at the front door. Who knew what you were gonna get in this den. 

“Mammon.Are you looking for Winter? I would have thought she would be with you. Congratulations, by the way.”

“Ugh, that’s just it. I uh...I kinda...messed up.” he muttered. “I wanna find her. I mean. I know I gotta apologize for somethin’ but I ain’t even sure what it is. But she’s the only one of ya I can stand and so I gotta figure it out. Cause like, she’s...my friend. But she was the one who wanted ta get married and get tons of presents an’ I gave her a great wedding.”

“She didn’t want to get married to you just for presents. Now I recognize she was intoxicated to the teeth but...I know something about having a best mate in the world whom you come to love.” Siemon’s expression was inscrutable. “And something about making a mistake with them. The longer you allow this to fester, the harder it will be to fix. So, I think you should try the ladies’ locker room at the stadium.” 

“I can’t go into a ladies toilet!”

“I think this time you should be allowed.”

And with that Siemon closed the door, leaving Mammon to his decision.

The demon went.

***

Winter deleted all the well wishes from her DDD, which had taken her mind off things for a while. The bench wasn’t comfortable but the silence of the space was nice.

Until….Did the door just open? 

“Winter? Okay. Before you tell me ta ‘go away’ just listen. I did think ya just wanted...presents. An’ a party. But I…” Mammon sighed. “Alright look. I didn’t need presents or a party to want ta be with ya. I kinda like ‘husband’ actually. Means you’re mine ya know? “

Winter looked at him, sniffling a bit again. 

“I’m that bad at this? Geez..”

“No, it’s not that. I’m just...do you mean it?”

“Swear it on Goldie.”

The angel got up. “Maybe we could have a small party. With not a ton of alcohol or grand extravagant gestures.”

“That’d be nice. An’ ya know I’m not the only one who's bad at this. I mean your first proposal was drunk and your second was in a ladies’ toilet.” 

“...well I suppose then you’ll have to make the next one. Perhaps in a moderately priced private hotel room.” 

@beels-burger-babe

[greedonya]

@bringsin said: “ and for the record: no. “ from lilith! / PROMPTS.

"Aw, Lilith, I didn't even say anything! I'm running the numbers in the ol' noggin and I've come to the conclusion. . ." Mulls it over with with haste. "You owe me an evening of your company. At the VERY least." Knocks the first woman with a bump of his hip. Sick with glee, Mammon jests to get his desire for her presence known.

Sure, she wasn't everyone's cup of tea. It was safe to assume Lilith held some distain for the fallen angel and the core built up from Greed; 10,000 years of her name falling off tongues dripped in malice was enough to put the safe expectation in Mammon. Not that the Angel paid any mind or insult. However, she really did derive a sense of jollity from being near the familiarity Lilith held. Enough to soften up.

"Let me guess, not today, Mammon! Psh-"

[greedonya]

Bills him for emotional damage with 300% interest per every hour.

LOOKING RIGHT AT HIM “Smells like…12-in- shampoo.”

LOOKING RIGHT BACK OVER.

"Excuse me, you sweaty, smellin' like dirty hot dog water, fatass??"

[greedonya]

@originemesis said: "There's something deeply and fundamentally wrong with you. We should make out." / Prompts (always open)

"ALMOST positive that you're aware I'm venomous." Clacks a warning of two snaps of the jaw; grinning at the angel still in his presence. Intelligence never was the first humans speciality, was it? "Bit of a fruit loop, aren't 'cha?"

With the initial warning fading and given a chance to mull it over. . .Mammon begins to move him in many directions with all four touches, trying to locate where the helmet releases. "Take off the helmet and we'll see. It's been awhile since I saw that mug if yours. MAYBE we can if you give me this one viewing."

[greedonya]

@fizzapop said: “ i went to mcdonald’s today and ordered eight cheeseburgers because i don’t give a mcfuck. “ / PROMPTS.

"Why are you telling me if that's the case? Seems to me that you give about eight burger's worth of a fuck." Peeks into the bag to confirm Fizzarolli's disclosure. Yep, there they are. Scowls and points the bag to his direction; shaming Fizz with his own choice of making a statement. Drops it back into his hands with an added shove to press the food items into a momentarily squish.

"I'm not a confessional for your odd Earth binging, Fizzarolli. I quit the gig ages ago, not that I'm the right one anyways. Why don't try a church next time. . ." Grins exceptionally wide. "Don't burn up," he adds taking glee from his own slight.

[greedonya]

@poisonedspider said: "Babygirl there is something obviously wrong with your brain."

Disbelief fizzled out his initial laughter, not sure where to start with the bold and interesting choice of words. "Hold on, HOLD ON."

"Babygirl?" Another pathetic snort of laughter. "You're too comfortable if you can go around tossing out pet names like that with someone like me. Does your current company let you get away with that?"

Brings down a hand against Angels head in a rough tousle of the hair; both making a point and attempting to douse Angel through strained patience. "Come up with something better if you must. Use that noggin you're trying to show off."

[greedonya]

@shortpride said: "Conversations are a lot like teeth, you can only have so many." )/.W.)/ / Prompts (always open)

"So I've been told. This your way of telling me you don't want to speak about your kid and her..." Twirls twin taloned hand's, mulling over her choice of words. "Project? Charity for the Sinners? Royal plea for her father's divine lenience for her companions? Funny lil' thing, isn't it all?" Studies his features for disturbance; compelled to push the fellow fallen with practiced vigilance and care. "Sinner's aren't what they were in the past, let these redemptions be their last."

Satisfied, mammon eases the tension and relaxes into a curved posture. Riding the arch to be near to Lucifer's. Better to badger to the shorter one with her unasked opinions face-to-face. "Could never be me!" Never promising loyalty, always promised guilty.

"Now, you want to have a little fun or what? Look's like you need the break." Bats many eyes; trying to sweetening up the damned angel with targeted sympathy before Mammon arranges an offer. "Plenty to do without speaking a word~!"

[greedonya]

@circus-frog / / continued

"Try harder to be what? I didn't mean that to be some sort of challenge to be worse--" Almost shocked silly by Fizzarolli's response. "You know, Fizz. . .you know better!"

Twirling the tail around her talon, Mammon stole the Imps comforting coil protecting him from her cutting words. Just a single talon quickly was overcome by a pull to close the distance. What's is she missing that Fizzarolli is hinting with compliant fawning? With every inch stolen her eyes continued to narrow before easing up on the tension. For the moment that is. Fizzarolli still made the mistake of wavering a pinch too much causing the Sin to notice.

"Aw' mate, don't scratch those up. I need you looking decent for where I'm taking you. A field trip. . .doesn't that sound fun~"

[greedonya]

There was royal authority correspondence between Mammon and the rare delight of hearing another call her highness; not that the Sin heard it that often. That's right, she was something of a royal. So caught up within her own choice of branding the fallen angel lost a connection to these words. No matter, the flattery became visible with a curled up smile and narrowed eyes.

"Right--" One cannot deny a pinch of sting. Coming in second to Pride when her own sin was all desirable and attractive. "Had to go with the overdone one, didn't ya?"

He dips down with a long arch in her spine bridging the gap between sinner and sin. Around Sir Pentious's shoulder Mammon claimed any lasting space between them. His hands expressing alongside the words rolling off Mammons tongue. "Here's the thing, greed has no morality. I've seen hoards of people, belongings, cash, deeds and so on. Your choice through freewill dipping into my territory is flattering, ya." Double touch of glee shoves at Sir Pentious's chest with practiced delicacy; more familiar with handling Imps rather than hardened Sinners. "Kinda like you're own fucked up guardian angels, Lucifer and I."

She was a sight. Certainly. Pentious had already learned so, studious as he was, but he doubted anything could totally prepare for this in real life.

"Uhm... M-mammon, is it? Your Highnesssss," he said then, bowing down very low, keeping his eyes politely down.

He couldn't deny the resonance that sparked at the proximity of the Deadly Sin. It was alike the one he felt near Lucifer, though not as apparent. He wouldn't even have to have read his books to know what the connection between him and the green-clad demon was. He peeked at the Sin shyly.

"I am... um... I am His Majesty's actually. But Greed was my second."

Pentious wasn't sure what had made the scales tip in Pride's favour instead of Greed. He had no doubt been a greedy man and a greedy demon he still was. But perhaps he had been so because he felt entitled to be. Because of his pride.

"...I was a colonizer. I am afraid I didn't use your power for much good," The serpent continued apologetically, far more honest than he would ordinarily be. He couldn't deny Mammon the answer. A brave, determined smile spread on his face, however.

"But perhaps I can, yet. Here at the Hotel. You're mosssst welcome!"

[greedonya]

Fizzarolli stilled them in unexpected upset. Rubbing a touch under her own cap between unmanaged feathers and fluff as if it would work out the prematurely awoken ache in her head. The break off between the two sorely stirring Mammon to overreact till these practiced moments of pause; a rarity when all she wanted to was move forward. Despite it all, a furrowed downward narrowing of her many eyes still held resistance.

"It's not a great time. Do you just not watch the news or??" She doesn't have time for this. Between the theatre and trembling peace between virtuous and virtueless threatening to overtake all of the sin's time, there was plenty to drown Fizz out with.

The inner turmoil quickly flattened by impulsivity; she missed the infuriating Imp. With a bend of her stubborn will opens up a chance for something to reach the Sin of Greed. Their past transactional association rearing it's ugly head up once more but with different bargaining. How else would a not-parent and not-child interact? Only give and gain.

"It slips my mind how fast everything moves for you and how permanent everything is." More of a reminder to herself before being pulled further into the Imp seemingly caught in a moody downcast.

With a shove, Mammon knocked Fizzarolli into a seat and claimed the empty space beside him. Through an silent agreement and a scowl Mammon take's one of the original offerings of terrible earthly food.

"Got till the bag is empty. . .Or before the Cock notices you're out from the inclosure. Feelin' a bit ironic."

A shrill cry of surprise escaped the imp as his tail was abruptly grabbed, stopping him in his tracks. The spade-shaped end flailed in annoyance, and he tried to push her away, but to no avail. In the hierarchy of power, an imp battling a Sin was an unwinnable contest. "Let go'a me," Fizz demanded instead, a few steps turning him as far as he could go to face Mammon.

Was it really that transparent? That his visit had a deeper purpose than merely delivering Mammon some earthly junk food out of sheer kindness? Indeed, it was. Their shared history spanned years, with moments that weren't always unpleasant, despite a predominance of challenging times. It might disappoint Oz, but Fizz knew all too well that Mammon had the ability to understand him as profoundly as Asmodeus did.

Free once more, the jester wrapped his tail around his waist to prevent it from happening again. But it seemed to work, Fizz wasn't taking off anymore. "I--- Ozzie doesn't know I'm here," he admitted. He could guess the meaning behind those furtive glances; the sin of lust guarded him fiercely. With his fans' fervor, Fizz had grown fearful of venturing out alone. Yet, at times like these, other emotions overpowered the dread of encroaching, overzealous admirers. "I just wanted to see you," he admitted. "We haven't talked and... we would always talk. Every day. And I'm having a hard time with it. I didn't think I would, but I am."

[greedonya]

Unsure if she should impressed or laugh at the joke writing itself. An angel jumping through hoops, trial and error, and undermining the entire reason for heaven and hells separation; taking a mental note of the efforts Adam took to snap rules.

All this with an magic 8 ball, the black plastic cherry atop of the cake. He watches the man shake up an argument with the toy, unable to quiet an astonished laugh. Just as the cosahedron dice's result is clearing up and floating upwards to the glass, Mammon robs Adam of the results. Skewing his vision, Mammon grabs at the ball and with disproportionate might and tosses it far, very far. "NOPE!" Unwilling to let a heaven crafted toy reveal a Sins secrets. Can it even do that? He should check that out.

"All this to see me? Causing so trouble for Heaven's sensors and bringing that. . .thing?" Squishing the angels face from top and bottom he pulls the defiant black sheep in; applying pressure to shut him up until Mammon finishes it's baiting thought. "An' you can't talk yourself out of this one. Throw you're little tantrum if you must." Arrogant glee stretches a smile across pale features. "I know you'll be back the next day or whenever you need that itch scratched."

Overbearing for sure, but hardly allowed near the council unless he showed up to their lame ass choir with talons primed to pluck pedal harp strings to dilute his raw, unadulterated rad fuckery enough that he couldn't whip up some holy lightning from his usual slam downs on his strings of choice. And although the bop wasn't his direct doing, the humans responsible did hail from his nuts so, wouldn't be the first thing he could slap his giant A of a branding over.

"Like they'd waste the censorship bandwidth on a sin's swear counter." He points out while admiring the golden print on the back of his glove's knuckles he so coquettishly fans under the other's passing scrutiny. "Nahh! I just found out that if I leave something playing over mine and lock the screen, they can't tally mine up while I'm down here in the syphilis trenches." Kidz Bop just happened to be the first thing on the list of their ethically produced 'joyful' noise that he'd auto select.

"And no way I'm your not favorite bitch, you slutty roach. Let's consult the truth detector, SHALL we?!" What's he doing... shaking up an 8 ball? Yes...yes he is doing just that.

[greedonya]

"Hey now," warns with a unmoving grip stuck on the base of Fizzarolli's tail; giving away to her interest was peaked without care for subtlety. A faintness of curiosity dips into darker expectations. His raised guard easy to spot with a cracking rumble warning rising from Mammons chest with a tail flicking upwards. Had the Imp not spent many years with the Sin, abrasive and overtaking personal space could easily be mistaken for a precarious case of something more extreme. Hard on him, she was. Damaging the goods of a species already known for fragility wasn't on the agenda today. The essential patience for tolerance ringing a pounding affliction in their head; given away with a flinch of her eye.

No, Mammon was puzzled and had her previously confident grasp of where they stood with Fizz a pinch rattled. Never one to permanently burn a bridge, they pressed him for more.

"You didn't come all the way for sharing a meal." Releases him to give a glance around with ennui in their study of the landscape; no oversized cock in these areas. "Tempting, sure, sure." Everything was. However, nothing comes without a price. Not in Greed.

"What are you doing here, kid?"

Mechanical arms caught and cradled the already crinkled paper bag, Mammon's push enough to force him into a step backwards. He swatted at the Sin's hand as he pulled away but missed. "I'm telling you because I was going to share," the imp huffed. He found that he was rather fond of Earthly foods, as it was a rare occasion that he got to indulge in, only spurred on by his friend's ability to traverse realms (illegally). "But if you're going to be an asshole, I'll find someone else." A forked tongue was stuck out towards Mammon and he turned away from him.