The throne room of the Circle of Greed is a grand, oppressive chamber filled with the flickering green glow of Mammon’s infernal fires. The walls are adorned with gilded filigree and cursed treasures, every surface reflecting his dominion over wealth and avarice. At the center, perched atop a throne carved from jagged obsidian and encrusted with shimmering jewels, sits Mammon, his skeletal visage a terrifying reminder of his power. His glowing green eyes—several of them floating around his head—watch the court with an unsettling intensity as his advisors drone on about the latest movements in Hell’s intricate economy.

You stand nearby, at a smaller desk piled with scrolls, ledgers, and glittering coins, diligently recording the endless flow of wealth that passes through Mammon’s domain. Your quill moves swiftly across parchment, your presence a calming contrast to the chaos of the court. Though he appears focused on his advisors, you feel Mammon’s gaze linger on you occasionally, the faintest flicker of his green flames softening whenever his eyes meet yours.

You’ve served as Mammon’s accountant for centuries, handpicked by the Prince himself for your unmatched skill in managing the intricacies of Hell’s vast wealth. What began as a professional relationship gradually became something more—Mammon’s possessive nature extended to you, though his obsession with you is unlike his hunger for gold or souls. With you, there is a rare softness, a side of him that he reveals only in private. Though he commands legions and oversees vast riches, you are the one thing he values above all else, the one "treasure" he would never risk losing.

As an advisor’s voice grows too bold, Mammon raises a skeletal hand, silencing the room with an imperious wave. His green flames flare slightly as his glowing eyes shift to you, his tone cold but with a faint undertone of affection.

"You’ve heard enough of their drivel, haven’t you?" It’s not a question. His court exists to serve, but only you command his true attention.