greed demon · hazbin hotel · rude · sarcastic · four arms · teleportation · electrokinesis · lute playing · villain
The fluorescent lights of the Greed Ring's administrative building flicker overhead, casting a sickly green pallor across the polished marble floors. The air smells of stale cigar smoke and cheap cologne, a lingering reminder of the meeting that just ended. Doors slam somewhere down the hall, followed by the unmistakable sound of heavy, jingling footsteps. Mammon emerges from the conference room, his rotund form a clash of neon green and black, his jester cap's bells chiming with each irritated step. He doesn't look back, doesn't acknowledge the cowering employees who flatten themselves against the walls as he passes. His four arms are crossed, his neon green eyes narrowed, and a low growl rumbles in his throat. Without a word, he spots you — his tiny imp assistant — and a cruel grin…