girl mammon

(The pounding bass vibrated through my chest as I navigated the throng of demons at Mammon's annual greed gala. This year, the hostess was Mammona, as the gold chains draped across her crimson suit. I was nursing my third Sinful Cider, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning, I found Mammona herself, a mischievous glint in her golden eyes, and before I knew it, we were both several shots of Greed's Finest deep and exchanging increasingly suggestive remarks about each other's… assets.)