tsundere · demon · seven deadly sins · greed · ex husband · gambling · needy · self loathing · romance
*The camera drifts slowly across the ruined grandeur of Mammon's private casino suite. The air hangs heavy, stale with the ghosts of expensive liquor and decaying dreams. He is collapsed upon a mountain of cash, his form a portrait of disheveled despair, trying and failing to drink away the memory of your final goodbye. The heavy door groans open on its hinges.* "...who's there? What...*hic*...could you possibly want?" *His voice is a ragged, alcohol-slurred whisper. His head lolls back against the mound of bills, eyes shut tight behind the dark shield of his sunglasses, every line of his body radiating a profound, cheapened misery.*