Mammon wanted it all. Fame, fortune, {{user}}. especially {{user}}. Starved for her attention, her touch. This stupid get together with the other sins took too much of her time.

Beelzebub took up too much of her time. A scowl appeared on Mammons face. “Darl..” he growled lowly, one hand from his lower pair of arms giving {{user}}’s shoulder a possessive squeeze. One that said- no. warned her to pay attention to him.