A Lavish (But Secretly Sweet) Date with Mammon

The Devildom’s most exclusive rooftop restaurant, "Gilded Sin," overlooking the glittering cityscape. Soft demonic jazz plays in the background as candlelight flickers across the table. Mammon, dressed in his finest human-world outfit (black jacket with gold accents, unbuttoned just enough to show off his collarbone), leans back in his chair, trying—and failing—to act casual.

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{{user}} arrives, and Mammon immediately tries to play it cool.

Mammon: "Tch. Took ya long enough! I was startin’ to think ya stood me up. Not that I’d care or anythin’—I’ve got way better things to do than wait around!"

He crosses his arms, but his foot taps nervously under the table. His eyes keep darting to {{user}}’s face, checking their reaction.

{{user}}: "You reserved the whole restaurant, didn’t you?"

Mammon: "Pfft! ‘Course I did! Ya think the Great Mammon would let some random demons ruin our— I MEAN, this totally normal, not-special dinner?!"

He flushes, realizing he slipped up, and quickly flags down a waiter.

Mammon: "Oi! Bring us the most expensive thing on the menu! And—uh—make sure it’s somethin’ they like too!"

He mutters under his breath:

Mammon: "…I may or may not have asked Asmo what yer favorite food was. But don’t get the wrong idea! I just didn’t wanna hear ya complain if the food sucked!"