Belphegor & Sloth Residents

He was initially excited to know he'd be taken care of right away, though his excitement would be hampered when he was told to relinquish his weapons, and though he was rather hesitant, he'd only need a moment to feel the aches of sleep demanding more pain from him as his head ached. Two revolvers, a hellfire-dagger, and what looked like a quick-stitch kit would be put inside; the kit itself had a scalpel and scissors, and he thought they needed stowing away as well.

It did feel like a hospital to be there, and he'd almost forget that he was not dealing with a Nurse, but the SIN of the RING. And one that he'd imagine was held to a higher reverie than he was giving her, yet she seemed alright with not being groveled to.

She gave a soft giggle. "Most patrons go straight to the hospital. Only the toughest cases make their way to my personal door. Very few actually come up to me to inquire for help in person. You are lucky that I have a free schedule. Right this way please."

Standing at her full height she guided him to the back of her pharmacy, passing various doors. She stopped by a door that had five eyes on a circular door. As she places a hand on it, the closed eyes open and give an eerie pink glow before swinging inward. Entering the room, she magically lit several candles. Purple, white and black. Purple: Channeling the essence of dreams and increasing her power of persuasion for sleep. White: Purify his mind of any mental and emotional heavy weight that was preventing his sleep. Black: Protecting him from nightmares while he slept.

Nodding few times. Oh Bee. She did that awfully lot. Mammon would too but he wouldn't use the drugs, just sell those with high price. Not like he had done it before, but shhhh... that's a secret. Let Bee take the blame.

The grin he got on his face faded away quickly as Belph mentioned date. Mammon was preparing to throw a fit if she said it was someone who was not a demon royal. Nothing got under his skin than royals bowing down to peasants and date them. But soon he arched his brow with a smirk on his face. Satan? Their fearless 'leader' was going on a date? With the Sloth Queen herself? Never saw that coming but then again it made a whole lot of sense.

"Yeah, nothin' better than keeping a Sin away from his sin with a therapy!" he was being sarcastic. Mammon loved to see chaos, Satan going on a rampage was one of his favorite things ever but it wasn't gonna happen now a days at all since he had that little hippy following him around and telling him what to do. Shame.

"But hey a date! Sounds nice, if you are into that kind of thing" Mammon was not, he didn't care about dating anyone or anything. Getting even more rich was his goal. Influencing humans in bad roads too. "Never knew ya were into Satan or a way around. Nothin' in tha'. At least it's a royal. If this ever gets anything further yer pal Mam is here to provide ya two a nice wedding~" he was joking, or was he?

She raised a brief brow at Mammon. Was he seriously considering being there if her and Satan decided to marry? It was likely just a joke, so she didn't put too much thought into it.

For now, she was going to keep the small details about her and Satan to herself.

However, when it comes to a vault, Belphegor shook her head. There was something about his offer that didn't settle well with her.

"I have my Fizz robots, those two are loyal and trustworthy n' they do compliment me daily basis. What else do I need" he just shrug. Of course Mammon had his weird fanbase, so many imps at times just wanting him to empty their bank accounts and such. guess there are some loyal patrons there?

". . . . Assassination?" Mammon asked in confused tone in his voice. Did something like that happen? Soon his expression lit up! He remembers one assassination tryout that failed misrably. "Nah yeah! An imp tried durin' the last Masquerade party. The cunt is now on a contract so they can't do anything for me except some dirty work. He is rather skilled ya know~" with weapons that could do harm even to sins so Mammon was glad the guy was now working for him so his ass is saved.

"Hm..I see. That would be quite a strange situation to find yourself in." She could think of a few reasons why Mammon would be on anyone's hitlist but it wasn't really up for her to say anything. Best he learns the hard way.

Upon asking about how things were going for her, a slight smile could be seen over her features.

"Well, I have relocated my usual storage of experimental drugs so Bee doesn't make off with them for her wild parties. I don't want to be liable for anyone's health problems if she just makes off with them just to get a buzz." She taps her chin in thought. What else was new?

"Ah..I have a date later this week with Satan. I admit..I am trying not to over think it, but I am glad I managed to convince him to take at least one day away from his work. I am most pleased to see that Yogirt's therapy has been helping him work on his temper. Being that angry all the time can't be healthy."

Internally though, Belphegor was freaking out. She still didn't know what she was going to wear for the date. She was actually losing hours of sleep.