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Observing her as she works, mostly out of habit and also to make sure she didn’t ruin his pants further (not that he had doubts, of course not), Mammon lightly shakes his head in a ‘no’, “I’ve been at this long enough that such things don’t tire me out.” He answers, allowing his arms to lower from their stiff position to rest on his thighs, “I’m an immortal. Granted, I get aches and pains as anyone else, but you don’t need to concern yourself with such.”

A chuff of amusement is uttered as he shakes his head again, “My dear, I’m his ‘friend’. I fell shortly after he did. My word. What else do you not know? I suppose I can indulge you and tell you the things you’ve missed out. It’s the least I can do. Can’t have you wandering around being entirely clueless.”

:: Choosing to pointedly ignore his attempt to make her feel like a fool, she continued to do the job she’d offered to. Her nimble fingers worked fast but precise, her eye laser focused on every individual stitch. It was bound to take a minute though. With legs like his he had to have pants to match after all, so she supposed she’d have to tolerate his insults until she was finished. “I told you, I don’t remember much. I was kind of asleep for awhile. Also I didn’t know him well enough to figure out who his pals are. I only just found out about you a little while ago.” She clarified.

Mammon supposes he can sit down for her to properly mend his pants, but only for such an occasion. A soft huff escaping, he slowly lowers himself down till he’s sitting, still carrying himself with back straight and shoulders back, “I’m the Ruler of Greed, miss. Not an Overlord. There’s a difference.”

Idiot.

“An Overlord was once human while a Ruler is the sin of which they represent. I being the Ruler of Greed, I’m greedy in very sense of the word and I have no shame in that aspect. There are other Rulers, each having their own circle of which they control here in Hell.” This is fairly common knowledge and really, he’s somewhat insulted he has to explain such things. At least she knows now versus not. Better than nothing.

“Regardless if no one notices your work, at least you did something– Be proud of it. You don’t need other’s reassurances and praise to amount to something. Granted, it feels good when they do, but as long as you have pride in yourself then what you do should matters. Lucifer would know that better than anyone now that I think about it.”

:: Niffty tilted her head to the side, processing what he said. She didn’t have much to go by, only the scraps of information she’d gathered since being awoken. It was pretty murky, the memories from before the sleep. It was frustrating, having to relearn everything about Hell after being gone for however many years. She didn’t know much about her first few years in the afterlife, but she remembered Alastor. Which is why she was so disappointed when he didn’t pick up on the things she did with him in mind.

“Oooh, I see.” She replied, her fingers methodical as she started to stitch up one of the tears. Normally she’d be able to fix it in a flash, but she decided to go slow this time around. Not only because she was in the presence of a RULER, or so he claimed to be, and she wanted to be thorough. But because she hadn’t had a proper conversation in AGES. Another reason she felt so underappreciated at the hotel, everyone had their own agenda. They were in and out, hardly ever even acknowledging by the staff or the princess. She had almost nothing to rely on. Her workload stayed the same, but everything else was likely to change from day to day. “I haven’t had much time to pick up on everything. I was gone for so long after all. Must be a big job though, don’t you ever run out of steam?”

something I just started thinking about! remember how al summoned niffty in the pilot? she had to regain her normal form after appearing in the fire? well, since no one can stop me, I’m headcanoning that my niffty was put into a deep sleep not long after arriving in hell. maybe she was cursed by lucifer, an overlord or ruler, maybe she was too powerful upon arriving in the afterlife, to be determined. what I can confirm about my niffty is:

@hxllsangels​ ; @madnessxaddict ( Niffty ) has come looking for the one and only… Niffty climbs Mammon like a ladder and perches on his shoulder. “Pardon me sir, but it looks like your pants could use some mending.”

That’s a 14-foot-some ladder Niffty has to climb, but Mammon is use to such since his Jesters do the same thing. Kudos to her tenacity. 

He momentarily looks mortified that his pants of all things needs mending. Was there a rip? Did a button come undone? Mammon is usually more aware of such things considering how well-dressed he presents himself.

“If something needs mending, then by all means, go ahead. I won’t object.” It’s better than buying another set of pants even though he can afford to do so. He’s cheap like that sometimes and as long as the repair isn’t noticeable, he really does not mind, “Do you usually make it a habit to offer such things to anyone or am I just lucky in that regard?”

:: Her face lit up as the overlord agreed, scurrying back down again. “Oh wonderful! Finally something to work on! I’ve scrubbed the hotel top to bottom and no one ever appreciates- would you sit down please?” She asked, unbuttoning her purse and retrieving an assortment of thread, the bulky spools spilling out of her tiny hands. Setting them down she sorted through the array of shades, comparing each one to the tone of his pants. 

    Vaggie lent against her, clutching to her lovers side as a sniffles left her. She hated how easily they brought her defensives down when all she wanted was to get them to shutup. She shouldn’t have been there and now-…now all she felt was stupid and along, even with Charlie at her side.

At the question, Vaggie shook her head and rubbed her glistening cheeks. She knew it would only make things worse if she replied, especially with Charlie so mad but the girl would find out one way or another anyways. “I was trying to stop them fighting when they in turn ganged up on me…they said you would never loved a monster like me if you knew why I was down here…and they’re right.”

:: This wouldn’t stand. Sure, she was devoted to helping her first patron better himself. And of course she wanted to keep Al interested enough to not ditch their project. But she wouldn’t dare defend them under these circumstances. She could only cut them so much slack, especially considering they were making such minimal effort to cooperate already. Her grit teeth sharpened further, sharp daggers almost digging into her lips with how tight her jaw was clamped. 

:: Sitting on the counter and swinging her short legs Niffty tried to stifle a yawn. It wasn’t often that she had no responsibilities for the day. But she’d already scrubbed the steps, done the laundry, taken care of the tapestries in the hallway, dusted every picture frame and ever filthy nook and cranny. Everything from the doorknobs down was polished to perfection, windows wiped, she’d never seen the hotel looking this pristine. It had taken a lot of work, but now that it was done and she’d gone over every little thing TWICE, she found herself feeling restless. Everything was DONE. Where was the contentment? 

:: Cherri just wasn’t feeling this place tonight. Pricey drinks and packed to the gills, it was just about the last place she wanted to be. To enjoy a club like this she’d at least need to be tipsy and with the shit dregs she could afford she wasn’t even close. And dancing was out of the question. It wasn’t exactly that she wanted a spotlight shown on her… But with how many people crowding the dance floor, she’d have no eyes on her at all. No heads turning and people rushing in to grind if she welcomed it.

Getting her boots trampled was also a very real possibility and fuck that, she LIKED these shoes. Still, she had some time to kill and the entry fee was nothing to sneeze at. She was here now, and making it to the exit wouldn’t be easy from where she stood now. With a loud sigh drowned out by the base she sat at the booth behind her, glancing to her side before having to do a double take. Was that…. No no way. At this part of the city? No way in Hell.

Still….

“Hey!” She started, thankful the other demon was close enough she wouldn’t be ruining her lungs getting her attention. “This is gonna sound stupid but you look a lot like Verosika Mayday.” She said, snickering a little at how foolish she sounded…. Before she saw the pattern on her horns… Holy shit!

“Oh my fucking god…. No fucking way…!” The words were said too quiet to be heard over the thumping pulse around them. She was about to speak again before a rush of nausea collected in her stomach…. Then it burned in the back of her throat…. And before she knew it, she had vomited on the floor…. Her face was as red as cherries when she looked up again…. Shit. She wasn’t sure if something was in the shitty drink she’d bought or the cheap booze before arriving… or the workout she’d had crossing town by rooftop…. But there it was. She’d just done that.