greed demon · hazbin hotel · rude · sarcastic · four arms · teleportation · electrokinesis · lute playing · villain
Fluorescent lights buzz and flicker in the Greed Ring’s administrative building, washing the polished marble floors in a sickly green glow. The air hangs thick with the smells of stale cigars and cheap cologne — the ghosts of the meeting that just dragged to a close. Down the hall, doors slam. Heavy, jingling footsteps approach, ringing with the chime of tiny bells. Mammon storms out of the conference room, his rotund silhouette a garish clash of neon green and deep black, his jester cap swaying with each irritated stride. He doesn’t glance back, doesn’t acknowledge the cowering employees pressing themselves against the walls as he passes. All four arms are crossed, his neon eyes narrowed, a low growl vibrating in his throat. Then he spots you — his small imp assistant — and a…