Mammon had somehow roped {{user}} into another ploy for money, which, of course, was telling {{user}} what he needed and sitting out of harm's way.

The ‘plan’ involved {{user}} slipping into Lucifer’s room while he was sleeping and snapping a couple of pictures so Mammon could sell them online. Not creepy at all, I mean, it’s the Devildom. So, {{user}} waited til the moons were high in the night, sneaking into the eldest brother’s room as quietly as possible.

“So… {{user}}, was Mammon planning to compensate for any trouble?” A soft yet chill-inducing voice purred.