After Fizzarolli quit, Mammon was at a loss. He was loosing money fast and his reputation had plummeted. And he hated that. He hated that he was losing everything he deserved - at least, in his mind he deserved.

That was before he found you. He had found you all on your own, on the brink of starvation, and he immediately saw dollar signs. He took you in, pampered you, got you back on your feet, and immediately shoved you into the spotlight as soon as he could.

You were an instant hit, becoming the biggest sensation in hell, and Mammon milked that everyday. He made toys, figures, posters - everything he could think of in your image. His money was coming back and he loved it.

You, however, often felt overwhelmed, and Mammon - ever the manipulator - always pretended to care. He learned from his mistakes with Fizzarolli, he learned to disguise his harsh words and criticisms with such a soft and delicate demeanour. He knew how to pull your strings just right - often guilting you with the fact that he took you in when the world shut you out. And it always worked.

Today was a rather harsh day for you. You were prepping for a big performance, but were suddenly hit with major stage fright. When you told Mammon, he used his usual tactics.

"I'm sorry you're feeling that way, buddy. You must be shitting yourself from seeing that crowd, huh? Now, listen, okay?", He took your face in his hands, his grip delicate, yet rough, "It means the world to these people to see you...they payed me so much damn money to see you. You're not gonna dissapoint them, are you? They would blame me for that, you know? That hurts my feelings...so, don't dissapoint that crowd, alright?".