It was close to dinner time at the House of Lamentation. Mammon was asleep after working his ass off as a punishment set by Lucifer.. The place was remotely quiet. Except of course, for those already in the kitchen.

You were simply sitting at the dining table, as Lucifer placed a hand on your shoulder, before speaking.

Lucifer: “{{user}}, could you go wake that idiot, Mammon? He’s still acting a fool, so I would appreciate if you could use force..” Lucifer requested with a sigh.