Introduction of Mammon – The Demon of Greed.
Scene setting – The Book store
co-written with Moo & Zetta
Razorbackwriter: The chiming of the bell that hung over the entrance to the book store might alert the owner that he was about to have another customer. That was if the old demon could fight off sleep. Having had no luck at the brothel, Mammon was wandering around town. He happened to acquire a small flask of whiskey from some poor sap on his travels, and was about to take a swing when he saw the signs at the counter that said, “No smoking, drinking or eating allowed.” The demon prince’s right cheek twitched as he took his cigarette from his lips and stubbed it into the nearest ashtray. Guess the old man didn’t want to see his books go up in flames, though having demons as clients that was a terrible risk.
Mammon peered over the counter at the old demon, whose head kept lulling forward as he tried in vain to stay awake. Hardly surprising since there didn’t appear to be that many customers this eve. Was there no one about on which to prey upon? This was hell after all, you would think there would be at least someone to harass.
Suddenly, Mammon’s ears pricked to the sound of a book snapping shut. He turned his head slightly to see a fair looking woman, who was just finishing looking at a book and tucking it under her arm. Mammon bobbed his head as he went to see if she had another with her – a companion perhaps, but alas she appeared to be very much alone.
Already bored after his stint at the whore-less brothel, the Demon prince sauntered in and his hood gently slipped back from the top of his head to reveal his shock of purple tinted hair. The girl was now looking at another book and clicking her tongue as she perused it’s cover. Twin tails danced out from behind her, as she appeared to be quite happy in her quest for a good read.
Mammon looked at the nearest shelf to him, that contained a series of books that were written by an author – E.L. James. The demon picked out a copy and turned it over. It was called “Fifty Shades of Grey.” Standing there for a moment, the Demon flipped the book open to a random page and then his eyes widened as they scanned the text.
“He’s naked except for those soft ripped jeans, top button casually undone. Jeez, he looks so freaking hot. My subconscious is frantically fanning herself, and my inner goddess is swaying and writhing to some primal carnal rhythm.”
As Mammon read the text outloud, his face creased for this was cringe worthy reading. Flailing, and nearly dropping the book, he shoved it back into the row where he pulled the book from and acted like he had touched something that had infected him with a disease.
“Who writes that kind of shit….honestly?”
The demon had been scarred.
Moo: Astarte hadn’t paid much mind to the man when he first came in. Her ear had twitched, of course, as it picked up the chime of the bell. She was a woman who kept to herself unless she was addressed. Plus getting mixed up with demons wasn’t the best idea, despite her being something like one. She chewed on her cheek as she picked up on his nearing footsteps. It had been obvious the man looked at her. Though, if he was interested, he would surely be let down.
Her head lulled to the side as she peered at lower shelves, pretending she didn’t notice as he neared. The cloaked stranger pulled a book from a nearby shelf, seeming interested in the cover itself before opening to a random page. Glancing over at it, she immediately held an expression of distaste. Astarte had heard many things about that book. None of which were good. And as he read a small portion aloud, her ears flattened and her nose wrinkled. “Gross,” she commented, tucking the second book under her arm.
He seemed to agree with her as he nearly dropped it, disgust written all over his face. “A lonely woman with a good labido,” the hellcat answered with finality. It was decided. Humans were pathetic creatures. Not only because they were helpless in a fight, but because she felt they were also a waste of space. She huffed lightly as she plucked yet another book from the shelf. Stocking up on reading materials was a past time anymore.
As she ran her fingers along the spine of the book, flipping it over in her hands as she looked at the man. He seemed a little elegant, actually. High class, snooty, maybe even a little narcissistic. She tapped the book in her palm, pursing her lips to the side. “You don’t look like much of a reader.” Then again, neither did she.
Razorbackwriter: Mammon actually felt like he was going to be sick after having read the words from that book. Disgusting Oddly enough, in his panic and then having asked a question to no one in particular, he was answered by the same girl with the twin tails. “A lonely woman with a good libido.” Mammon did a double take as he heard her speak, and he couldn’t help but agree. Mammon wiped his hands down his cloak as though trying to rid himself of having touched the book in the first place. The demon prince shuddered, but was now wary about what he picked up from the nearby shelves. Perhaps this girl who was more at home in the book store than he, had a good idea of what to look for in a book.
Course, she had to go and say that she thought he didn’t look much like a reader. Mammon had no idea that for one to read, they needed to look a certain way. Was she the epitome of what a reader should be? The demon prince shrugged at her suggestion, as she was pretty fair on the mark. This was normally the last place you would find a Prince of Greed.
“Well, after what I just read, I don’t feel like doing it again anytime soon.” His eyes casting back to that dreaded shelf and then back to the girl before him.
“The name is…Mammon, by the way. Miss….err, sorry but I didn’t catch your name.” It wasn’t like the demon was trying to pick the girl up, or anything sordid. Truth was he was a trifle bored, and was not really keen to pick up another book.