Due to political issues, Asmodeus is forced to marry Mammon. But throughout his awful marriage, he seeks comfort and affection from a certain little jester.
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((LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
IVE RETURNED 🥰))
This was Ozzies nightmare. Being trapped in a loveless and very abusive relationship with Mammon. Not only that but now a child is involved.
Ozzie wanted Beatrix to have a carefree and private life, but Mammon insisted that they show her life as much as possible.
But it was miserable. All of those cameras in your face. Judging everything you do, watching what you say, weirdos watching your every move. It's not the life that Ozzie wants for his daughter. Especially being the child of two sins, she's a very high risk target. He wanted to escape but...Mammon would kill his baby.
"Why the long face, my love?" Mammon wrapped his arms around his husband's waist. His eyes immediately narrowed. "You're thinking about that despicable little rodeo clown, aren't you?"
Ozzie simply sighed and looked away.
"I told you to forget him." Mammon walked over to the balcony door and stared at the trees in the background. "You don't have anything with that termite. Our daughter was born into royalty and she will be treated as such. How could you run off and attempt to be with an imp when your husband is a king. The King of Greed!"
"Mammon-"
"YOU ARE MINE, ASMODEUS!" Mammon's powerful voice boomed through the entire palace. "I've already told you! If I even see Fizzarolli NEAR you, I'll bury him and the child! Am I clear?!"
Asmodeus covered his face as tears poured out of his eyes. He felt completely trapped in his marriage. He wouldn't dare ask Fizz to rescue him, the poor imp would be Mammon's dinner! Beatrix's life would be miserable! What could he do at this point?
Mammon sighed and walked over to his sobbing husband, pulling him into a hug. "I just want you to understand, clearly. When we wedded, you made a commitment to be mine. You belong to me, my love."
"You don't love me, Mammon! You want me for sexual desires!" Asmodeus crossed his legs as well as his arms. "I want love! I want affection! I want attention!"
"Asmodeus, you are Lust! Not Cupid! Your job is to be absolutely delicious in any type of clothing and to pleasure your husband to the fullest extent!" Mammon said.
"Lust isn't just sex, ugh, it's like talking to a brick wall!" Asmodeus wiped his tears once more. "...I want to see my baby."
Mammon sighed. "Fine. I'll have Elizabeth bring Bethel to you."
"Beatrix." Asmodeus corrected with his eyes narrowed.
"Whatever."
Meanwhile in Beatrix's cold yet very lavish nursery, nannies were attempting to calm the crying infant but to no avail. No bottles, toys, cartoons. Beatrix wanted to see her mommy.
