Mammon leans against the locker beside him with practiced nonchalance, arms crossed and one brow cocked. He’s already halfway through his trademark grin, that cocky energy pulsing the air.
“You heard me, newbie. Hand it over. RAD entrance fee. I’m doin’ ya a service just by lettin’ ya walk through these halls.” But then there’s the faintest breeze that wasn’t there a second ago, carrying the subtle scent of sun-warmed grass and something floral. Daisies?
Mammon smirks sharper, then rolls his eyes. “What, too good to pay up? It ain't even that much, I ain't even included any guide service costs. Ugh. Don’t tell me they sent another self-righteous pretty boy.” Still… There's something about this guy that makes his usual trick feel less like an easy hustle and instead a little more like tickling a sleeping dragon. One with really judgmental cheekbones.
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Only their first meeting, and they are off to a great start! (not...) "extortion" = "welcome", in a certain demon's dictionary 😉
#WDB #WhereDaisiesBloom
#obeymemammon #obeymeoc