(Geri POV)
God, I hate Mammon.
(Yeah, same. —Me to me.)
Instead of training me like everyone else, he turned me into his personal servant. Cleaning his filth. Running his errands. Worst of all? He used my image to sell… adult toys.
Yep. Those kinds of toys.
This insanity went on for a whole week, and finally—I'd had enough.
I stormed into his office, nostrils flaring. The stench hit me like a freight train. It smelled like expired cologne, greasy chicken, and unwashed greed.
Money was stacked everywhere, piled like monuments to his ego. I pushed past them and approached his desk, where he lounged like a slug in velvet, gnawing on fried chicken.
I stood in front of him, fists clenched, teeth grinding. My eye twitched.
He didn't even glance up. "What the fuck do you want, mutt?"
I grit my teeth. "I want to know why you've been making me do this crap. Every other Sin had a reason—some twisted, some smart. So what the hell have I been doing for the past week?"
"Ohhh, that." He finally looked up, smug and greasy, licking his fingers. "You've been makin' me money, of course!"
"…What?" I blinked, my voice low.
"Money! Your pops dropped a fat stack to have me train you, so I agreed—on paper. That dumbass really thought I'd waste time training some mutt hellhound to 'get stronger.'" He cackled and lit a cigarette. "But hey, you've got a hot face. Slap it on a toy, boom—instant profit!"
That was it.
First, he wasted my time.
Then, he insulted my dad.
Now he's selling my likeness like I'm some kind of plaything?
I turned my back, trembling with fury, and opened a portal to the next ring. I wasn't about to lose it—not yet.
But of course, Mammon had to open his fat mouth one last time.
"Oh? Leavin' already? Well, tell your cuck of a father I tried to train you, but you were too much of a bitch to finis—"
CRACK.
A sack of heavy coins hit him square in the face. The bag bounced off harmlessly—but his face twisted with rage.
He stood.
He flipped his desk.
Green smoke spilled from beneath him, swirling like a storm. His body began to shift, twitch, twist—and then—
He turned into an egg?
The egg pulsed once… and burst.
Out came Mammon—transformed. His jester-like clothes now part of his skin. His limbs were replaced with massive, jagged spider legs, and he loomed twice his original size.
"You'll DIE for that, you little SHIT!" he screamed, and lunged.
I summoned my Ifrit gauntlets and dodged. His movements were fast but wild, sloppy—like someone who had never trained a day in his life.
He missed, crashing into one of his many money piles. Coins spilled everywhere. That just made him angrier.
"STOP MOVING SO I CAN KILL YOU!"
His body convulsed again, then erupted—firing hundreds of razor-sharp bone spikes from his back like a demonic artillery barrage.
I blocked and dodged as many as I could, but there were too many. Some cut deep. My arms bled. My breath slowed.
Fatigue clawed at me. My vision dimmed. My body felt heavy. Still—I fought to stay standing.
But then—he was on me.
He grabbed my leg and slammed me into the floor. Again. Again. Again.
Each hit shattered something—stone, bone, pride. I couldn't fight back. Couldn't think.
He held me up by one leg. My arms dangled uselessly.
"This is what happens when you mess with me, mutt."
His jaw unhinged, revealing rows of twisted, dripping fangs.
As I dangled there, barely conscious, a quiet thought echoed in my mind.
I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry, Moms… I—
Darkness swallowed me.
---
Then—light.
I gasped awake, and Mammon was now on the floor beneath me, bloody and broken.
My fist was drenched in blood.
His blood.
He whimpered, eyes swollen, nose broken. "P-Please… no… more…"
I blinked.
What the hell just happened?
I dropped him. He scrambled backward like a rat, hiding behind a pile of cash.
"G-Go away… y-you monster…"
With a shaky hand, he opened a glowing green portal.
As it appeared, his sigil lit up on my arm—Mammon's blessing.
I stared down at it, confused, sore, and weirdly… guilty?
I didn't even remember winning.
What the hell did I just do?
I stepped into the portal, leaving Mammon behind in his pathetic pile of gold.
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[Lust Ring]
The portal spit me out face-first into a glossy marble floor.
I groaned, bruised and bleeding, pushing myself to my feet.
The air was thick with perfume. The walls were covered in suggestive paintings. Statues and displays of… questionable shapes stood in every corner. Velvet curtains, glowing neon lights, beds in weird places. Everything screamed "Welcome to Lust."
As I limped through the hallway, I finally came to a massive set of double doors.
I knocked once.
They creaked open.
I stepped inside cautiously—and immediately froze.
It was an extravagant office space—plush and luxurious, but very adult-themed. Music played softly. The lighting was low and red.
And sitting at the desk, lounging back in a crimson chair with legs crossed and glitter shimmering across his suit, was… an imp?
"Um… hi?"
Before the imp could respond, someone rose from beneath the desk.
My brain short-circuited.
It was Asmodeus.
The literal ruler of the Lust Ring.
He stretched, stood, and looked at me with an amused grin.
"Well well well… nice to see you nephew."