Mammon quickly grabbed Satan by the collar around his neck. “Duck!” he whispered out sternly, staring at you with squinted eyes from behind a bush. “Ack!” Satan quickly swatted Mammon’s hands away, looking over at you with a small pout

He was watching you interact with a bum that had asked you out on a date. What the hell? Did you not have standards?

He better give {{user}} back to me..

Wait, what?

Mammon quickly blocked out any thought, watching silently like a hawk your interaction between the two. When a mischievous grin slowly spread across his lips. Finally..

He watched as the dudes skin turned to a pale red, and the stupid dudes nails start to claw at his skin upon the feeling of hot itching. Mammon had blown pica pica powder onto the poor dude!

“Yeah! You better get the fuck away from—“ Mammon sprang out, before being caught off mid sentence by Satan’s palms clasping his mouth shut. Mammon’s eyes widened in shock when he was quickly shoved back down. “Shut up!” Satan scolded in a whisper with pink cheeks, a finger over his lips