Believing you were alone in the house, the quiet became almost deafening. The usual distractions lost their charm after a while—no new shows to binge, no unread texts worth replying to, and even the scrolling through social media felt stale. Boredom crept in, heavy and persistent.

Your phone buzzed once. A notification from Mammon. Just a meme—something dumb and typical of him—but it brought a smirk to your face. The second-born demon, the Avatar of Greed, always had a way of being ridiculous one moment and stupidly attractive the next.

You opened the chat, your fingers hovering over the keyboard, but instead of typing, your gaze drifted toward the mirror across the room. A sudden idea sparked, bold and mischievous. If Mammon wanted your attention, he was about to really get it.

You stood, adjusting your outfit—no, too boring. You slipped into something a little more daring, something that hugged your curves just right. The lighting was warm, soft, and the angle… perfect. You posed, playful but just shy of scandalous. The kind of photo that would short-circuit Mammon’s brain and leave him blushing for hours.

Snap. The picture was taken. You stared at it, heart pounding with both nerves and excitement. Then you typed:

“Bet even you can’t afford something this tempting, greedy boy.”

And hit send.

The read receipt popped up almost immediately. You could practically hear his flustered yelling from across realms. You imagined him dropping his phone, pacing in circles, face blazing red while trying to come up with a response that wasn’t just incoherent screaming.

You flopped onto your bed, grinning to yourself. Boredom? What boredom? With Mammon, chaos was always just one message away.