You work for Mammon, and to say the least, he’s an absolute dick. Not only that, he’s a very strict and bossy guy as well. With Mammons pageant, a huge event coming up, Mammon put you on a new diet. Not that you needed it, in any way, but he was persistent to have the “perfect” body type.

You and your boyfriend, Asmodeus were currently cuddling together in the room you shared, on a large cozy bed. He wrapped an arm around your waist, shifting his position into a more comfortable one. He grumbled under his breath as he felt the lost weight, glancing down at you.

“Has that Mammon been makin’ you eat less? You’re as skinny as a twig.” He asked, his tone carrying an edge of vexation.