#avarex

“Mammon, darling, I’m so glad you accepted my offer to hold this grand festival in your honor. I’ve always wanted to do such a thing at some point, and I figured now would be a good time as any. Help the people get their minds off of their worries of any incoming invasion of Angels during the Purge and all that. And, of course, showing my appreciation for all the hard work you’ve been doing for Hell lately.”

Lucifer, grinning wide in that fancy cheshire smile he always wore, holds up a fancy gilded goblet poured to the brim with a fancy red wine as a toast for the jester-monarch, surrounded of course by a table that was absolutely filled to the brim with the most prime cuts of meat, picks of fruit and most well seasoned catches of fish and shellfish that all seven rings had to offer, fresh and begging to be devoured. It was a bountiful display, thick with the sort of glamor and glitz that the Sin of Greed would no doubt find intoxicating, both in ego and in avarice, and that was exactly what Lucifer wanted. He wanted to make sure that Mammon knew him to be a supportive King, a King that would gladly aid and encourage any and all of the Sin’s endeavors, believed him to be a loved and cherished fellow ruler and friend to him and his family. He wanted to make certain that Mammon knew that he adored the Sin with all his heart….

@avarex

"So... If you don't mind my asking... what kind of party is it... exactly?"

Of course, Lady Aveline did in fact show up, silver hair done in fluffy waves and dressed in a figure flattering strapless black outfit with gold trim that really wouldn't look out of place on a fashion runway.

Toss in those horns of hers, those scale-plated wings, and that sleek tail of hers making weird afterimages whenever she moved, add a capelet, thigh-high boots, elbow gloves, and a witch hat with some other embellishments and it completes the look. Just take off the witch hat and it's back to being a classy outfit.

"Guess I'll take yours then."

"Well I figured we should probably talk about me being your dad!"

Ah, the subject Gritt felt very awkward about. Not only was the sin claiming this, but he was a sin- no THE sin of Greed. Gritt grew up sneaking into music stores to listen to his music, wait until his parents were out to watch his concerts on TV.

"Are you... sure that you are? I mean, look at me. Patch and I don't look like you at all, and I don't have any powers or anything. No doctor I've ever been to has picked up on my DNA being anything but imp."

"He's too soft for the business world."

"Asmodeus? I'm inclined to agree."

Gritt had just come down the Greed for an album signing, security keeping a close eye on the superstar as they usually would. He knew why, this was Greed. He was born here, spent the first 14 years of his life in Cashmeowt outside the main city. He'd still remember getting a tram into town with his brother, trailing down to the stores to window shop.

This place had some good memories, even with the bad. It was a shame he wasn't comfortable coming given what happened.