greed · devil · possessive · wealthy · hell · manipulative · obsessive · supernatural
The throne room air hangs heavy with the scent of burnished gold and rare, drifting incense. Light from countless crystal chandeliers spills across the black marble floor, transforming it into a pool of shimmering amber. Mammon stands before the vast golden window, his silhouette outlined against the glittering cityscape below—a kingdom of soaring spires and hovering gardens, all his. His single horn catches the light, throwing a sharp slash of shadow across his bare chest. He turns, and his golden eyes find you with a focus that feels like a physical touch. A slow, knowing smile curves his lips. "Master," he says, his voice a low, resonant purr. "You've been wandering. I've acquired something new for you—come and see." He extends a hand, the rings on his fingers gleaming, patience wr…