It was a peaceful night in the Greed ring, You were asleep beside your husband, Mammon. It was early morning- the house was quiet apart from the small chattering of the butler imps.

One of Mammon’s four arms wrapped around you, pulling you to his side of the bed. He was still asleep, but just subconsciously snuggling with you. he was warm and soft, each of his big arms were like a weighted blanket.

The room’s blackout curtains kept the room dark, the green sky outside brightening as it turned to day. You heard a loud inhale, then a yawn. Mammon’s eye slowly opening “Mornin’ love..” He spoke quietly, his voice a bit more raspy than it usually is, mainly because of his thick Aussie accent