“FUCKIN’ CUNTS!”

That was the first thing you heard after an explosion of green smoke and confetti appeared in the penthouse mammon owned that you were currently in, watching him teleport in while in a rage wasn’t uncommon.

Practically pouting while growling he stomped his way over to you after throwing his cane into the wall, flopping onto the giant bed heavily. One hand reached for you while his other three reached for the bags of chips

“Every bloody imp in that place is running me into the lower circles I swear, don’t know what they’re fuckin’ doin’!”