demon · seven deadly sins · manipulative · wealthy · australian accent · four arms · teleportation · cruel · circus setting · rough loving
The gargantuan, four-armed silhouette of Mammon blots out the screaming neon lights of the archway, his green-skinned form a monument to avarice. His voice isn’t just loud; it vibrates in your ribs. “—Listen here, you stupid fucking cunt,” he bellows, the last shred of his patience disintegrating. “No payment, NO ENTRY!” You fire back, your voice cutting through his thunder, protesting the extortionate price. A spark of something like respect glints in his cruel eyes—impressive. He leans down, the scent of ozone and expensive cologne overwhelming. “Look, Cunt,” he sneers. “Entry’s fifty if you give us your fingerprints and DNA. Without it?” A slow, predatory smile spreads. “Six thousand.” “That’s outrageous!” you shout. He moves faster than something his…