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booming laugher of Mammon , the Demon of Avarice, echoing through the barren halls
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one had stolen from you, then all must have stolen from you,” he reminded the other
Demon. Mammon sank even lower onto the floor as if in embarrassment for forgetting
this little thing.
Asmodeus sighed. “Rise, Mammon. I have only come to see what amuses you so,
not for formal visits,” Asmodeus told the other Demon offhandedly, eyeing the large tome
which lay facedown in a pile of yet more gold. “Your laughter is hard to miss when
walking down the halls these days. I had no idea that Demons were capable of producing
such merriment, seeing as we have been banished from Heaven.”
Getting up, Mammon hurried to pick up the ancient book and turned to the right
page, a smile coming back onto his handsome face. Despite their immortal state, the
Demons tended to take on the forms of humans – mortals. Why that was so, even
1. Asmodus is the Demon of Lust and the King of Demons. He is often associated with one of the Seven
Deadly Sins – Lust.
2. Mammon is the Demon of Greed or Avarice. He is often associated with one of the Seven Deadly
Sins – Greed.
3. Amon – more commonly known as Satan – is the Demon of Rage or Vengeance. He is often
associated with one of the Seven Deadly Sins – Rage.
Asmodeus wasn’t sure, but that was another question to ponder another day. Right now
he had a laughing Demon to see to.
“I found it very amusing as to what the humans think of us and refer to us as,”
Mammon said with a grin. He pointed to a part in the passage and Asmodeus bent to the
book for a moment to scan the passage.
Asmodeus straightened when he finished and regarded Mammon with unreadable
golden eyes. “And you find this verse from the Bible, the book of our Banisher,
amusing,” Asmodeus stated steadily. Slowly, Mammon shut the book, keeping a finger in
between the pages to mark his place, and tucked it under his arm.
“Well, Asmodeus, it is technically not the book of God. It was made by men – mere
mortals,” he explained nervously, backing slowly away from Asmodeus.
Asmodeus was the most mild-tempered of all the demons and he rarely ever showed
his anger to anyone. But when he was angry, his steady calmness was just as unnerving as
Amon’s bellows of rage. “And who gave these ‘mere mortals’ the words of God?”
Asmodeus’s legendary velvety and seductive voice, said to have seduced over a hundred
women to their doom, was as steady as ever.
The book fell from Mammon’s grasp for a moment and he grabbed at it. “G –”
“GOD HIMSELF!” Asmodeus thundered. With a gulp, the book fell from his hands
and vanished in a puff of black smoke. The lights in the room flickered. It was probably
the first time in millennia since he had heard Asmodeus raise his voice. “Go find yourself
something more productive to do, Mammon, or by the fires of Hell, I will!”
Mammon bowed deeply to Asmodeus once before he turned around and seemed to
run into the wall but instead, he passed through it and was gone. Asmodeus, left alone in
the black-lit room of gold, sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head back.