Beauty is the Beast {MAMMON}

[YATEN MUDO]

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Deep within the confines of hell, Lucifer's kingdom was vast and great. Made of pale white marble stones and pastey crystals, the her castle stood proud in the valleys that separated her from her siblings (despite there being no need for it, other than space to hold the sinners). There, wind is always strong and present, as wind was Lucifer's element to bend and control. The closer one got to the castle, the more obvious it became that it was shifting, bending to the wind's will-- at least, from the outside. Inside nothing moved, it was all stationairy.

For being the youngest sibling, she had the "worst" sin, according the humans, for it was from her sin that others were able to take control. Luckily, this meant she had little to tend to, for those who committed the sin of pride often fell into another category more, and her siblings could take care of them then. You see, Lucifer wasn't lazy-- she was simply more preoccupied.

Preoccupied with Satan.

But she had not seen him in days. He had not taken the route through the valley (sometimes she knew he liked to just to watch the sinners suffering by Pride's surprising brutality), and she had not sensed his presence in some time.

It was easy for Lucifer to see her siblings when they approached from their respective palaces. Surrounding her castle, for what would seem like miles and miles to a human, only vast desert extended. Nothing in sight but an endless horizon, not obscured by forests or mountains. The wind swept across the sinners, battering them with sand that acted much like glass-cutting through their skin and worming into their eyes. With the wind came violent lightening storms (she knew that Lucifer wasn't happy with this), and when it wasn't burning a soul, they were being smothered with the sand.

Yes, Lucifer was merciless, and she was very upset that her beloved Satan hadn't visited her in so long. Large red eyes stared out over the horizon. Even if she was to not see him that night, she could do with some preoccupation.

She was still but a fifteen year old girl in body-- and children easily grew bored, didn't they? She was no different (though she would argue to the ends of the earth she was not a child- she was a woman.)

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^{TAG - Mammon/Shane
WORDS - 408
NOTES - Part of the description of her castle/land in hell was taken from a fey board I once adminned on and wrote the description for called FoW. XD So if you've ever seen that board, you'll recognize the description, but since I wrote it originally a while back, I didn't see any problem in modifying/reusing.
TUNES - bye bye beautiful - nightwish
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS]

Mountains of gold, silver, diamonds and rubies amounted around the base of a town of silver skyscrapers, shiny grey monoliths that cast a morgue tone on his section of the underworld. Throughout the moutains of metals that seemed to be cast beautifully in granite gray to the eye, hands beneathe it writhed, trying desperately to escape from the burden of their greed. There, atop the eternal scene of pretty gems and bloodstained coins that suffocated the tortured moans, sat him. His infernal majesty, his skin cast in a pale, sickly green and eyes as white as eggshells. His blank spectators gazed down on them, sending the occasional tumble of metal on their limbs and snickering as he heard a the snap of a bone and the guzzle of blood.

He stood up from his velveteen seat, as he gazed towards the separated kingdoms of pain and punishment. A smirk crossed his lips, "None of you bastards have a kingdom like mine. I am the one who rules hell, and the one they fear.", he shouted triumphantly to the others, his siblings as he had come to refer. They were the only souls with a beating heart amongst here, and he hated some, and felt indifferent about others. Giving a devilish stare into the kingdom of lust for a second, he switched his gaze to the one where the winds blow strong and tore at the sinners flesh with each gust. Also, primarily, the source of most of the delicious drama that went about here. He suddenly felt compelled to the kingdom of Lucifer, if not to mess with her, or if things went a certain way, to give Wrath something to be mad about.

He waded through the boiling oil that sat at the base of the gold mound, unaffected by it, as the screams of it's undying victims echoed of the metals of greater individuals that stood above them. The real irony is that the oil was only the fanciest of oils,. His fingers gripped five little coins of mixed metals, as he gripped the half-boiled immortal victim that was below his feet. He went through the valleys, into the bracing sand winds of Lucifer's under-kingdom, killing the screams of the sufferer, removing every bit of metal he could garner from his crimson blood. Holding up the coins, he crashed the metals into his skin, which drifted over his avocado-tone flesh like a waterfall of silver. He climbed up into her marble home, as the last bit of sand seized thudding against his makeshift armor. He met her red eyes with a mischievous smile of gnarly teeth. "Lucifer.", he said simply, his face speaking of the troubles he was about to cause her.

[YATEN MUDO]

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A voice brought her from her thoughts. The girl, clad in her simple black dress, turned to her so-called brother with an emotionless gaze. This wasn't the man she had hoped to see standing there, but then... hadn't she compromised with herself and said that she would take anyone's company?

Well, this was at least better than Leviathan's company. She and her sister had disagreements, generally because she liked to boast that Satan favored her, and Leviathan was jealous of the fact. For some reason, Lucifer relished in it--- but she still hated fighting when it came down to it. And she "loved" Satan for more reasons than her simple pride. There was a connection with her brother. Something she couldn't explain.

Still, best not to dwell on it too long. He was not here, and she was faced with Mammon... he made her uneasy. She never knew what to expect with him, only knowing that he wanted it all. She'd thought he'd get along well with Envy, both of them wanting and covetting things... yet Greed was bold enough to take it. Leviathan, in Lucifer's eyes, just liked to seethe and glower about it.

"Mammon," she replied just as easily. "It's been awhile." she questioned his motives for being here, and it showed. Greed... it, too, stemmed from pride did it not? Once you had the taste of having something to boast about, you wanted more did you not? Her black eyelids closed and opened in one slow, fluid motion.

"I would ask what you want, but I'm afraid I don't have time to listen to everything you wish to have. ...So... I will start with 'how are you?'" Lucifer questioned, gaze still hovering on him, watching him closely for any sign of malice or ill intent to her. But she didn't think he would try to harm her... so far none of the siblings had been seriously injured by another.

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^{TAG - Mammon/Shane
WORDS - 342
NOTES - Whee! Should be fun seeing Pride and Greed interacting
TUNES - bye bye beautiful - nightwish
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS]

Mammon yawned, his milky-white eyes still stood still as stone on her as he located a seat to sit in. He half-listened to her talk, not really caring to hear her formalities, as he preoccupied himself with removing the staples that held the ivory couch together, letting the limp leather fall apart to reveal the skeleton of wood and cotton. He stood up, melting the bits of metal down into a small, weak dagger; not really to threaten her, but to keep that constant level of fear he happily knew he struck in her. A part of him enjoyed coming to his sisters little corner of hell, almost proud of the wickedness that decorated the place.

"I have to admire your progress, Lucifer, you've done a damn good job. Especially the way you punished those ignorant motherfuckers down there, haha!"

[/color], he smiled at her, admiring a pale stone statue before tucking it in his arm, amongst other expensive things. Though he had not been in Pride's palace in a while, it was an unspoken agreement amongst the siblings that if Mammon leaves your circle, you will have considerably less things than you started out with. Also a reason why he neither frequented Envy's or Wrath's living places.

He turned back to her, smile gone from his face, though his slyness not quite yet. "It sure has. I should visit more often, huh?", he chuckled, sarcasm evident in his voice. Mammon wasn't known for being kind, or polite, or respecting of other people. Sometimes, though, he'd give a half-assed attempt through his little lies, and see if they believed it. He was suprised these people were his "siblings" and yet still knew so little about him. His blank whites scanning over the blood reds of hers, searching for any emotion at all, to find blankness.

"Now, why can't I just visit my dear sister, and have a nice little cup of tea?", he said, his face, deadpanned. Not able to hold the faux-expression, he burst out laughing, rather rudly in the pale daimon's face. "You read me like a book, Lucifer. You have to be fucking psychic or something. I wouldn't be suprised.", he said, following it up with a slight smirk. "I was just bored, Luci, and your palace caught my eye. So I decided to come visit you. What's the matter, you hoped I was Satan, I presume?", he hissed, offended because he knew it was true. Half of all the female siblings had an infatuation with Wrath, leaving only Asmodeus and Beelzebub, and the latter he was distant from. A draft of cool wind whisped against his skin, possibly from Lucifer herself. He looked at her intently, as he waved a warm hand over his green skin, shivering. He was used to the warmth of boiling extravagants below him. He could hear his sharp teeth clatter with each spasm of his flesh. "O-of course you did.", he shivered coldly, trying to hit her in just the right spot to make her vulnerable.
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