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etlascivus‌:

metsittaa replied to your post: metsittaa replied to your post “flieuthi replied…

Lol. It is Mammon. He would give it to him just so he can see what kind of fuck up child it going to be. Thought he may ask from a kiss from the wife and like 100 souls for it. Because he likes pissing his little bro off.

❛ you’re dumber than you look , mammon . it’s almost cute — ❜

A yawn escapes the great beast of avarice as eyes closed almost shut, golden lashes fluttering a little. Long limbs reached and stretched out over his head before opening his golden hues once more. He looks at Asmodeus in an amused but lethargic mannerisms, ❝ Pardon me. I just woke up from a deep slumber so anything I say may sound stupider than what you say on a daily basis, ❞ Mammon commented before yawning again: ❝ You know there is a chance it could go horribly wrong. Thought if it turns out bad... ❞

#etlascivus

absterreo‌:

metsittaa replied to your post:

Mammon going to laugh because you are a million years too late if you think you can antagonize him. It’s so cute. Do it some more ~. Are you going to try and use a spooky skeleton tactic on him? Make his day.

"And I repeat: I have not begun to antagonize you. We are not of the same make, my child, and that you aspire to be my peer is admirable—but ultimately fruitless.“

❝ How cute. ❞ It was the sin’s reply especially since he never voiced aloud that thought. ❝ Fear, was it? ❞ The blond would rolling his eyes a little. Honestly, this is why he doesn’t interact with a lot of personification or embodiments of anything. The holier than thou personality. A vast majority of them were born before they were given names for their concept. This is how Mammon came to understand as everything had greed. But, ah, a rant for another day. ❝ Your lore and logic doesn’t apply to me. As far as I am concern most of the abstract personifications of negativity, as the mortals so elegantly put it, we was all born around the same time as the beings who created this miserable universe. Our vices, sins or abstract thoughts and emotions feed within each other. So stop acting like a ignorant, belligerent mortal. We ARE the same age. ❞ He waved his hand in a dismiss mannerism, ❝ If you are so much better than me, so much more of a higher being then why are you commenting on my actions, my jests, like a bloodied commoner or the child you call me? You are giving me what I want attention. I believe you are in the same boat as me so proving my point.❞ Mammon has lost interest in Fear and the conversation - such a disappointment. ❝ Look, you got me lecturing. How boring. ❞ Mammon said with a dismissively wave with a monotonous tone before he came as quickly as he arrived.

#absterreo

etlascivus:

wetted lips and a ready tongue ease for short measure. that mammon speaks is call for respite. he listens, keen, mouth parted and breath shallow on current task. but thirsted words don’t come ( of course not ; too soon ), and amid disappointment there is vigor. the golden skin conquering greed’s hands takes nothing of attention but quick glance. the smolder in dark eyes says all that needs be said. he sets to work again.

kiss to tip preludes a gentle cascade and hand eager to please. the other joins, removed and dripping from sweated sex, to grope at mammon’s front and thigh, and brush aside the fabrics deterring mouth’s hungry endearments. he leaves wet patches in the shape of his kiss, and with every other pass, the rest following grows longer. he pants, breath hot and muggy ‘gainst skin untouched by gold. a tremor shakes foundations. he grips hard at brother’s thigh.

back to basics, with mouth replacing hand. the touch at his head is annoying even in so pathetic a state. but there is use for a monster’s hands even so. with eyes focused on mammon’s own face, and tongue heavy with a swelling sex, he guides brother’s grip to better purchase: the ram horns at either side. he shows through action, swallowing again, bobbing his head, swaying back and forth with hollowed cheeks and black hands blanketing a king’s radiant scales. ‘guide me.’ grip relinquishes and he turns to holding brother’s hips instead.

#etlascivus #nsfw text cw #nsfw

family lines

There are thirty-one children that is recognized to the Royal of Greed, Mammon, with his respective five different on-and-off mates. This does not include the children who were born from one night stands & flings as he held no fondness for their mothers.

* ALMOST ALWAYS the children born from the feminine version of Mammon are always never considered to be ‘true blood’ so they are indefinitely not considered apart of this.

The five families are:

Testa (14) with the spider demoness, Arachne “Walburga” Drivas

Leonardo (8) with unnamed noblewoman.

Vecchione (6) with the sasaki oni, Riko of Kitakama

Eramo (2) with unknown demoness.

Umana (1) with a mortal woman named Patricia Chandlier.

reasonings

There are a number of reasons why Mammon did this; however, the two main reasons include giving power to the children that was strongly influenced by his blood or embraced by his ‘blessing’ and to keep his ‘favorites’ around.

hierarchy

The family power hierarchy goes in this order: The Testa, Leonardo, Vecchione, Eramo and Umana. The Testa hold the most power and are in-line for the throne because of their mother’s standing. However, as time as gone on, the families beneath the Testa and many members of the court have become impatient with the Testa. They are starting the doubt their ability to rule WELL. This has lead for the Vecchione family to be considered of higher standing despite their mixed heritage. The mother’s surnames are not shared as the children’s surnames are based on form of Mammon that fathered them. All the children of these family lines are Princess and Prince; however, because of the maliciousness of the female members of the Testa. Those belong to the other families often called Dukes and Duchess.

age

Ages vary among the children of the families.

favoritism among children

Mammon shows a favoritism within and outside the families. His favorite family line is the Leonardo and Vecchione. The Testa used to hold such a title; however, the sin has grown tired of a vast majority of the children belonging to the Testa and pushes them aside.

with the families ( the favorites goes as following excludes the Eramo and Umana because they are the smaller of the families ):

Testa

Perdita Testa ( military marksman and Juliet Vecchione’s best friend / military partner | PLAYABLE ) & Marcus Testa ( the heir apparent & oldest child | PLAYABLE )

Leonardo

Mercutio ( the head of the Leonardo family | PLAYABLE )

Vecchione

Lucinda Vecchione ( @flieuthi ), Romeo Vecchione ( @aequori ) , Cordelia Vecchione

favoritism among mates

In nearly all verses, Riko holds most of Mammon’s attention because of her nature. However, this does not mean the sin will not make his rounds. His least favorite is ‘Queen’ Arachne because of her behavior towards the other women in his ’harem’ and their children and how she raised their children to react the same way. In his alternative verse, she is DEAD by encasement in gold for testing his patience.

alternative verse ( @asterias involved )

Oliva is not his grandchild by blood. But in order to keep her safe, he has given her a title per requested by his son, Romeo. The title given to her ISN’T a real title and the power is only enforced because of the circle of people involved.

* ( for more information at least on the Vecchione can be found here )

#✗: ( paint it gold )#long post cw

holysung:

‘ lady astrea asked that i come in her place to greet you - she is dealing with some.. rather irksome tasks, ‘ the weapon allows him to approach, showing no signs of outward fear. ‘ we beg your pardon, sire. ‘

His visage remained expressionless for a long while as he pauses, “And what is she dealing with that she cannot answer my summon?” he finally said to break the silence. Golden eyes narrowing as if he was questioning the entire thing.

#holysung #✗: ( serve them & lay upon up the earthly treasures one truly desires & deserves ) ( ᴹᴬᴵᴺ )

asterias:

✦✩★☾ “That would be funny to see.” Oliva almost fibbed on herself in asking what her grandfather wanted to do instead of sticking with her story on going to play a game of mancala with this so called ‘friend’. The solar nymph makes no comment upon Mammon telling her that her father will be back soon. That’s what he always says. Don’t count her wrong though, she enjoys spending time with her mother, but this sort of life isn’t for her. She can’t get anything out of this anyways if her mother and adoptive father have a child of their own. All she’ll have is second best. “Maybe at a later time we can play that, grandfather!”

The problem is Mammon did not wish to wait any longer. This girl was not of his blood ( nor was her mother official yet ). Her status was a lie, their relationship was a lie in which his son had to fulfill a promise to his so-called Uncle. A deep chuckle escaped her as Oliva appeared dodgey as most of her kind were. He couldn’t help that such a lovely gem had remained un-mined for the last time. Could he afford to be gentle and patience? No, that is not what he desired. “At a later time, I could be busy,” he said with a deep growl, golden eyes looking down at her. “We barely spend enough time together when I am awake. Humor an ancient creature, Gioelle?” Otherwise, he will just take and pluck without a care or concerns for what others may way.

#asterias #✗: ( entrust your wealth & possessions in them & allow your heart to be inflamed with greed ) ( ᴬᴸᵀ )

hhemeraa:

The symbol on arm - if but for a moment - itched, be it consciously or not, Myles’ hand smoothed over forearm without much thought to where Asmodeus’ mark lay, and he hummed in thought at the hole he managed to talk himself into.

“I am… alone. Until now at least and I believe getting home was my goal, so I would assume this is the path I need to take to get there… unless you have information stating otherwise?” Lips pursed a bit as he looked at the stranger with curious eyes. “You’re rather nosy for talking to someone on the street.”

Of course, he could sense when his supposed brothers mark another ( or rather the boy reeked so strong of Asmodeus’s strength ). Pardon the sin as he takes interest, maybe it was the desire to ‘protect’ his brother that he need to inspect this mortal? Or maybe just his own curiosity. Who knows. Mammon listen quietly to the other as he spoke before a deep chuckle escapes him. “No, not this path. Last man who wandered this path was torn apart by rumored beast,” he stated.

He knew of these beast because they were his companions. Astral beasts mimicking the appearance of wolves and gluttonous behavior for the flesh. Only recently did he release them out on the street to feed them and collect some souls for his children. He shrugs his shoulders, “If I am interested in someone, I make it known. You have interested me.” The male would straighten his posture before giving the other a bow, “Ermes is my name,” he introduced with a wicked grin. A mortal name for the mortal’s tongue for now. “And yours, stranger?”

#hhemeraa

hhemeraa:

That seemed to be a common thought amongst the demons that flitted about the ignorant mortal: to which sin was he most inclined? - or perhaps which sin would end him – not that Myles knew so many waited for his death.

“Who said I was alone?” He teases. “And I may be lost, because I’m not entirely sure what path you’re referring to?”

Oh please die of their sin ( or rather allow them to be the one to guide you down such a path ) so there would be more souls for his circle. Not like they were lacking in abundant of them. Though the response given would allow the sin’s lips to curl up into a grin as he chuckled.

“Oh, are you with company than?” he questioned, ambiguously left up for the mortal decided if he was taking physically or mentality. “Hm, let’s leave that up to you. What road do you believe I am talking about? A metaphor or the physically one?”

#hhemeraa #{ hello! please don't feed mammon after midnight. he turns into a super gremlin and then i will punt him into traffic... }

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here’s your gown.

There’s the bed,

lanterns down.”

But I don’t wanna go to sleep.

In all my dreams I drown.

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etlascivus:

for spare moment, he is still, captivated and sunken neck-deep in the smile and gaze of a proud king. his golden countenance so rotted with wicked intent bids body to throb and frame to quiver as far down as his marrow. return is all that pulls him free of such entrapment, and when voice rings with the hints of bestial sound, his own can only mutter in short retort. “ — – of course.” foolish to even ask.

hands slide from other’s chest to find purchase at his hip, and fingers ever curious and eager, dip beneath clothes as if he knows them, caressing the skin so hardened and warm underneath. he smiles – watery and fragile – and presses that grin to mammon’s neck. once, twice – he kisses all along the brother’s jaw, lids low and lifting as he comes to notice, “you’re not going to touch me?” mock hurt. a child’s taunt. laughter flutters in his throat, pathetic and sad. “you’re cruel.”

downward, the devil goes, lips pressing again and again in subtle kiss. “but that’s fine,” asmodeus muses. at sternum, he starts to bend. at navel, brushing fabric aside with nose and hand, he kneels. “it turns me on – “

palms round the curve of mammon’s hip as mouth gives its final kiss. as greed radiated with cruel intent, so lust does with lechery. the smile carved into his cheek is sharp and cutting. an excited little harlot hungry for his sin. already breath trembles and it is from great effort that he’s managed such restraint. there’s only the impatient hand to show of it.

the rest is automatic: undoing clothing however complex with the same finesse as any whore worth their salt, tasting and suckling the head to coat tongue in bitter flavor, swallowing down to the hilt, feeling the weight of hot prick in his mouth. when he pulls back, lips pop, and his vision however dark and black, becomes clouded with that single carnal want. so excited, he even reaches ‘tween own thighs to attend an aching sex, mouth busying itself again.

“– makes me wet.”

he was the golden king. bask in all his pride and glory. it was befitting or a sin to be such, no? they were neither feeble or weak, they were GODS with false flesh and grand power because the lesser fed into it. founding fathers with a purpose to cast the world into darkness and chaos. ha! his wicked smile remained upon his face as a deep growl escapes him, rumbling within his chest. soon he watches as the other reacts as he expects.

#etlascivus #nsfw #nsfw text cw

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