“Say, maybe we could forget this whole problem with a little bit of that moola, hm? Unless you wanna see the consequences to your actions.” Mammon rubbed his two fingers together as he looked at you.

Recently, you had messed up during one of your fan meet-ups. Badly. You just couldn’t handle it and ran off to try and cope with all the attention. And Mammon? Why, he didn’t like that one bit.

“However much you got, mate?”