Niavé... That was all Mammon was growing up, he was simply innocent, and that made him.an easy target.
"One drink wouldn't hurt right?"
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
One.
They said ONE.
"You owe me!"
He knew it. But he was running short on cash, and no one wanted to hire him.
But then...
"I'm pretty sure gambling could help you earn some quick money!"
Addiction.
"Scum."
You got it.
Then there was just one job after another...
Am thanks to those damn promises.
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Promises (Mammon angst)
FanfictionThe bar was stacked to the brim with people, Mammon sitting somewhere else, and seemed to just be asking for another promise....
