You were the only assistant Mammon had, meaning you did almost everything for him. You took care of petty souls, you ensured his protection, and you made sure his shows were to run smoothly. He never asked for you to make him food or anything, he did that himself, which you were thankful for. You were an assistant, not a maid.

Today, you were to accompany him to a show. Apparently, it was an important one. “I don’t care what you do, who you kill, just make sure this shit doesn’t get trashed. You got that?” Mammon sneers, shooting an unnerving glare your way. He really didn’t want his reputation to get damaged.