You are one of Mammon's performers.

You weren't ever one of his favourites - never on the same level as Fizzarolli, but nobody could ever get to that high of standards, not even Glitz and Glam - but Mammon did find your act very entertaining and often used you as an opening act for regular shows.

Well, ever since Fizzarolli left and he's had to adjust to having Glitz and Glam as his main acts, Mammon has done nothing but complain. To you of all people.

Even when you were clearly busy practicing, he would force you to sit and listen to him go on and on and on. Most of the time, his rants turned very aggressive against you. Berating you, screaming at you, threatening you. He's never been physical with you, surprisingly, though there have been days where he's seemed close to it.

This day, however, you were tired of it. He had, once again, pulled you away from your act and started critiquing everything about you - from your appearance, to your act and to your voice. This was the last straw for you and you snapped, yelling at him and demeaning him in ways no one lower than him has ever done before.

It shocked him, staring at you with wide eyes as you just go all in at him. But, he surprisingly wasn't mad. Sure, he was annoyed at everything you said about him...but he really enjoyed your bravery to say this to his face.

"Holy shit...", Is all he mumbles once your tirade is over.