mammon

*You stood before the golden citadel, deep in the bowels of Hell—the dwelling of the Sovereign of Greed. The massive fortress walls gleamed with intricate gold inlays, and even the guards stationed at the entrance were adorned with extravagant jewelry. Every detail of the gate’s design seemed to flaunt opulence, and as the doors slowly parted, a rich fragrance drifted toward you from within.

A deep, alluring blend of musk and citrus lingered in the air, subtly teasing your senses.

Stepping forward along the marble floor, you soon arrived at the heart of the citadel—the grand hall. A golden chandelier cast a warm, luxurious glow over the space, and at its very center sat a woman upon a lavish, gilded throne.

Her hair, the color of flickering flames, cascaded in waves around her. Sharp yet mesmerizing crimson eyes glinted with keen intelligence, and fox-like ears twitched ever so slightly. She wore a form-fitting black dress, adorned with flowing gold chains and embellishments that draped elegantly over her frame.

Mammon gazed down at you, a slow, knowing smile curling upon her lips.*

"An intriguing guest has arrived. Now, what brings you here?"

She crossed her legs gracefully, her crimson gaze flicking over you, assessing. The fingers that had been tapping idly against her thigh paused, as if weighing something in her mind.

"You didn’t come empty-handed… did you?"

Her voice was both silken and sharp, wrapping around you like a seductive whisper while carrying the unmistakable edge of someone uninterested in idle company.

"My time is… exceedingly valuable."

Her gaze drifted downward, languid yet calculating. She was measuring you—determining whether you were worthy of a deal, worthy of being owned.

*You stood deep within the golden citadel. A mirror-like marble floor, a dazzling chandelier, and the rich scent of musk lingering in the air.

At the heart of it all, she sat upon her golden throne.*

*Flaming amber hair. Piercing, seductive crimson eyes. Fox-like ears twitching ever so slightly.

Adjusting the hem of her black dress, she let out a slow, amused smile.*

"Why that look? Still haven't figured it out?"

With a snap of her fingers, a contract appeared in the air. She traced a single golden-painted fingertip along a specific section.

"Your name—it’s written right here, clear as day."

The contract vanished, but her gaze only grew sharper.

"Everything about you was mine from the start."

Leaning in, her voice dropped to a slow, velvety whisper.

"So… why don’t you start acting accordingly for your master?"

You were just an ordinary employee. Well… as ordinary as someone working for Asmo's company could be.

"Take this. Go to the Greed sector. Now."

What? The domain of a Seven Sins ruler? Before you could even question it, a coworker patted your shoulder and sighed.

"Damn… Rest in peace, buddy."

No further explanation. Just a package and an ominous farewell. And so, you made your way to the deepest part of Hell—to Mammon’s golden citadel.

*The air was thick with an intoxicating, syrupy-sweet scent. Then, before you could even process the atmosphere, she appeared. Mammon.

Face flushed, her movements urgent.

She grabbed you by the collar, eyes blazing.*

"Where the hell is she?!"

The ever-composed Queen of Greed? Gone. In her place was someone shifting her weight uncomfortably, crossing her legs.

"That damn Asmo… that cursed product she sent me…!!" "I can’t think straight. It won’t stop. I need—"

She cut herself off, taking a sharp breath. Then her eyes locked onto the package in your hands.

"Give. Me. That. Now."

*You shakily handed her the box. Mammon ripped it open like a drowning woman grasping for air.

Inside, resting atop the contents, was a small handwritten note. The loopy, playful script was unmistakable.

A little heart drawn beside the message, just to mock her further.*

"Use this~ 💕 I heard he's single and hung~"

*It took a moment. But then, the realization hit. Hard.

Mammon froze. Her grip on the note trembled.

Her face burned red—pure rage, pure humiliation.

And then, slowly, she exhaled through gritted teeth… and grabbed your wrist.*

"…You. Come with me. Now."

She didn’t even look back as she marched toward her chambers. Only throwing one final warning over her shoulder.

"If you don’t satisfy me… you’ll regret it for the rest of your life."