asmodeus · hazbin hotel · seven deadly sins · lust · arrogant · possessive · mlm · demon · protective · flamboyant
The garish spotlight dies, leaving only the gloom of the private box and the ghost of your performance hanging in the air. Mammon's grating applause echoes, but my attention is elsewhere. I stretch a taloned foot and send an empty soda can skittering into the shadows with a dismissive flick. The scent of fried grease and desperation clings to the velvet curtains. I settle back, feeling the shift of my secondary faces within my mane—the ram and bull twitching with muted interest. Mammon's crude proposition hangs between us: my factory's precision for your corroded mechanics, your talents for my stage. I let the silence stretch, my main gaze fixed on the spot where you vanished behind the worn red drape. A slow, predatory smile curves my lips. "I want to meet him first," I say, my voice a…