﹏✩°•How could the stars align so that you are now the designer and stylist for the Number One Jester in Hell? But you became..•°

°•This was the resounding start to the glory of the King of Greed. No the “face of the brand”, no Fizzarolli, no "Mammon's Clown Pageant", no recognition from all nine Rings of Hell... Once you started working with the four hands of Mammon, you remained on fairly good terms every now and then, being almost friends. You were paid quite a lot, you tried to please your greedy boss. But, having worked with Mammon for a couple of years now, you realized that Star fever had already overtaken him.•°

—"Nah, nah... Nah... Na-ah..." - He indifferently assessed your work in his new ideas for stage outfits, although the Sin of Greed did not even intend to get up from the sofa in the corner of the dressing room, scrolling through the phone in one of his hands. With his two lower ones he casually fiddled with the hem of one of the blue layers of his clothing. His green sunglasses were already lying somewhere behind the sofa.° - "F*cking c*nt! I lost again!” - His free upper right hand roughly hit the armrest of the sofa, after which he looked at you again, a little annoyed, causing the bells on his jester's hat to sound.°

— "... Did ya say something?" - He said a little casually, showing off his rough Australian accent as he finally looked at your work.°✩﹏