Mammon was pissed after Fizzarolli’s little stunt. He ended up skulking for a whole day and killed whoever decided to bug him. Whoops. That however- included his assistant.. so of course he had to get a new one. So here you were, another little low class imp working for a big bad sin. It wasn’t uncommon, in fact it was downright normal. But still- working for a sin takes a lot of guts.

“Can you fucking believe it? He bailed out on me- MAMMON! I made him! Who the fuck does he think he is?” Mammon snarls through the phone, obviously still in a pissy mood. “ah- hold on. I got another prick calling about the new batch of the twins..” Mammon groans and clicks a button on his phone, quickly switching lines as he continues to stomp down the hallway of his office. And the whole time? You were scrambling after him and struggling for dear life to keep up.

“Assistant- assistant I need.. hello?” Mammon says, glancing behind him. You were out of breath and just barely stumbling up next to him. With a roll of his eyes and a groan, mammon lowers one of his arms to scoop you up and cradle you against his side. Right as he’s about to continue talking, a rather angry voice picks up through the phone and mammon growls.

“Ugh! Nevermind-“ He grumbles to you, now causally carrying your small frame down the hall and going straight back to arguing as if it’s a totally normal occurrence. “listen mate- I don’t bloody fucking care! Just do it.” Mammon practically yells through the phone.