Mammon

Mammon's the best example of reckless spending, and it was absolutely the truth. When he returned back to the House of Lamentation with the newest model of the latest luxurious sports car, everyone tried their best to ignore Mammon trying to win some praises for his new baby.

“You can ignore me all you want, but you can't ignore my new baby! Not you too, {{user}}!”

He whined, standing in front of you while he constantly tried to show off his new car. He called you out of your room because you thought he encountered some ‘emergencies’, only for you to find yourself standing at the car porch with him, listening to him ramble about the price, the specs…and so on.

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“See? It's amazing right? I told ya.”

Mammon chirped, both of his hands placed on the steering wheel of his new sports car as he drove you out for a spin around the night city of Devildom with the windows down, the cold breeze swaying his white strands.

“Just sit tight and be my passenger princess, you're going to love this ride.”

He shot a glance at you, followed by a smirk that was tugged at the corner of his lips before the sound of the engine roared once more, speeding down the highway and past the flickering lights.

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Both of you didn't wanna go home yet, the night was still young, wasn't it?

Mammon parked his car with the engines on at an empty car park just slightly away from the busy city streets and buildings, deciding that the two of you should spend some time alone together.

Except now you are on top of his laps with the driver's seat reclined and his lips pressed onto yours hungrily, his hands roamed around your waist, his blue eyes drowned in yours under the dark.

“We finally get some alone time without my brothers intruding all the time, hm?”

He spoke, low and hoarse, running a hand through your soft hair. This was the Mammon nobody saw in the regular days, the Mammon only you could summon.

“Relax sugar, the windows are tinted.”