Too Much Is Never Enough

"Gritt." He corrected, though lightheartedly, "Glad you had fun, I put my all into these shows." It certainly showed.

"I actually do have an agent. Opal Wavebreaker, she's from Envy. Been working with her for a year. You'd like her, she's professional and kickass, doesn't take shit. And she's always open to big names working with me, even got offered a show at Ozzies."

It’s only natural that something like Gritt would already have an agent; how else would such a small imp grow so large in the eyes of the public? Sure, they were talented but they were just an imp at the end of the day, atleast in Mammons eyes. He felt the very same about his previous big time money maker. But for it to be a Wavebreaker, that gives the Sin a momentary pause.

Angry & Irritated Sentences, Vol. 38

(Angry and irritated sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"For Christ's sake! Be a man and not a child!"

"This is unbelievably reckless!"

"Shut up and listen to me!"

"Why did I let you bully me into this trip?"

"Don't think this means I trust you."

"Why would you google me?"

"You know the answer. Don't ask such obvious questions."

"I should arrest you for public stupidity!"

"That was a cheap trick."

"I know that you're not predisposed to silence, but I need you to understand that this is not an audience participation sport."

"You said you were innocent! You lied to me!"

"You have yet to answer my question."

"How long's this going to go on for?"

"That was a very persuasive speech - persuasive, and stupid."

"Why don't you just admit that she got under your skin?"

"For the record, that was the worst apology I've ever received."

"I'm not just an animal that you can let loose on someone."

"You're doing that thing you do. The thing where you disagree just to be disagreeable."

"Did you really think I'd accept your charity?"

"What were you hoping to achieve? Were you hoping to start a scandal?"

"Are you trying to give me an aneurysm?"

"Hey, what's your problem with me?"

"Next time you're thinking about calling me for a favour, please don't."

"Just for once, don't go for the most ludicrously hard option!"

"Why am I not surprised to see you here?"

"Why can't you just leave things alone?"

"I told you this was a stupid thing to do!"

"I can see why someone stabbed you."

"Why are you being more rude than normal?"

"Some things are better kept in your mind than on your tongue."

"Can't you do anything discreetly?"

"Say that sentence back to yourself and listen to how insane it sounds!"

"Just for one day, can you not be such a massive dick?"

"Just what kind of slut do you think I am?"

" I wouldn't dare presume such a thing. " Vesper replies without looking away from him, her tone smooth and controlled. She sits behind her desk, every paper and pen arranged with meticulous precision. " Pleasure is the Ring of Lust's prerogative, not mine. Here, we concern ourselves solely with business. " A faint smile touches her lips as she leans back in her chair, fingers lacing together atop a neatly stacked case file.

“So here’s tha deal—I still have a contract with a talent f’mine who’s recently decided to yeet ‘imself outta my fuckin’ life like tha little bitch he is—thing is, I still own his likeness an’ i’d like ta keep it that way! We had tha whole thing notarized an’ everythin! Knew tha fuck face would try an’ pull some skeezy shit like this too, ergh!”

Blinks "Huh HUH?!" "WHAT HAPPENED?!" "WHA?! AAAAHHH!!" screams, flying right into a wall

“Yor gonna break somethin’ valuable, ya fuckhead!” The large Sin reaches out with one of his four hands and snatches one of Abel’s wings, yanking him over and throwing him on the ground before himself. He glares down at him.

But not G-Force.

The stadium was packed with hundreds of thousands of Hellborn; Loan Sharks, Sirens, Succubi, imps, everyone you could of imagined. Many of them wearing merch, some of them having a white diamond painted on the side of their heads. The LED display on stage had the logo G-FORCE, and sound guys were checking on everything.

Even the VIP section was full, though they made space for Mammon on their arrival.

As the lights dimmed, the performance began. Gritt might be small, but he lit up the stage as he took his place, the audience roaring in a deafening symphony. He looked different; hair styled, more noticeable clothing that hugged his frame, stage make up that highlighted parts of his face. Different from the casual clothes he wore earlier that day. The show was nothing short of spectacular, the lights and effects highlighting the tone of the songs, Gritt's voice and music managing to carry over the elated crowds screams. On stage, the imp just came to life, like this was where he wanted to be. Like nothing else in the world mattered but this one show.

He put everything into it.

When the show came to a close a couple of hours later, Gritt met some of the people who'd won a VIP experience, talking with them, posing for selfies with them, and signing their merch before they left. He meant something to them. An imp who made it, despite everything.

He finally flopped onto the large couch in the greenroom, giving a long exhausted groan. But he was satisfied, his agent fielding calls and giving him some space while a staff member brought him an iced coffee.

The King of Greed has his expectations completely flipped on their head however, as Gritt pretty much owns the stage. The audience around him roars and at some point, he even gets into the performance himself, stuffing his face with snacks all the while. It’s a pleasant surprise to say the least and it tells him all he needs to know about this imp. This one was special. This one was valuable. And after losing his last big investment of years, he can’t help but scout the talent.

When the show concludes, Mammon makes his way beyond the dispersing audience and backstage, letting himself right in with an abrupt shove of the door and a bright grin.

“That was—-✨spectacula✨, Gretel! Y’really owned it out there!” He exclaims, waving his cane about with his arms spread wide and inviting. “It’s been a long time since anyone’s impressed me an’ lemme jus’ say, that was somethin’ else!”