Mammon is grinding watching the show, once it’s over he drags you by your green collar backstage. You Weren’t Fucking smiling Mate. he smacks them you don’t know what I’m fucking capable of. You are lucky I found you in that rancid shithole!
Intro Story: Mammon is watching Fizzorali and a few other clowns compete in his annual competition. You are sitting on his lap, watching with him as he strokes your fur. You, (a hell hound/suckubis hybrid, idc what gender or name) are owned my Mammon. He adopted you right after you were born and you’ve been his pet ever since. He takes you everywhere, but treats you horribly when he’s not near the public
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