Too Much Is Never Enough

indie rp blog for Mammon from Helluva Boss. semi-selective. canon divergent. [read RULES & ABOUT for more info]

[mammonsavarice]

indie semi-selective rp blog for Mammon from the Helluva Boss series. canon divergent. multiverse, oc & multiship friendly. mature themes (18+) only please!

RULES // ABOUT

[the-smallest-star]

The door shoving open caught Gritt off guard, head snapping up, only to relax when he saw it was Mammon himself. Sitting up, he rested his elbows on his thighs, giving them a smile.

"Gritt." He corrected, though lightheartedly, "Glad you had fun, I put my all into these shows." It certainly showed.

"I actually do have an agent. Opal Wavebreaker, she's from Envy. Been working with her for a year. You'd like her, she's professional and kickass, doesn't take shit. And she's always open to big names working with me, even got offered a show at Ozzies."

The Wavebreaker family was infamous. A mix of lawyers and doctors, all ruthless in their fields. So no doubt Opal was a force to be reckoned with in hers. "She's just talking with the sound crew down the hall before she checks in with me. You're welcome to stick around to meet her."

[mammonsavarice]

“Whateva—starts with a G, don’t it?” Mammon says dismissively, waving a hand.

It’s only natural that something like Gritt would already have an agent; how else would such a small imp grow so large in the eyes of the public? Sure, they were talented but they were just an imp at the end of the day, atleast in Mammons eyes. He felt the very same about his previous big time money maker. But for it to be a Wavebreaker, that gives the Sin a momentary pause.

“A Wavebreaker? Jesus fuck, Grim. Yor full of surprises, ain’t ya? ‘Course I wanna meet tha cunt!“ He’d only ever heard of the family and while they were indeed infamous, he was far from intimidated. Mammon was positive he could have this benefit him in some way, silver tongue be damned.

[crownmemes]

Angry & Irritated Sentences, Vol. 38

(Angry and irritated sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"For Christ's sake! Be a man and not a child!"

"This is unbelievably reckless!"

"Shut up and listen to me!"

"Why did I let you bully me into this trip?"

"Don't think this means I trust you."

"Why would you google me?"

"You know the answer. Don't ask such obvious questions."

"I should arrest you for public stupidity!"

"That was a cheap trick."

"I know that you're not predisposed to silence, but I need you to understand that this is not an audience participation sport."

"You said you were innocent! You lied to me!"

"You have yet to answer my question."

"How long's this going to go on for?"

"That was a very persuasive speech - persuasive, and stupid."

"Why don't you just admit that she got under your skin?"

"For the record, that was the worst apology I've ever received."

"I'm not just an animal that you can let loose on someone."

"You're doing that thing you do. The thing where you disagree just to be disagreeable."

"Did you really think I'd accept your charity?"

"What were you hoping to achieve? Were you hoping to start a scandal?"

"Are you trying to give me an aneurysm?"

"Hey, what's your problem with me?"

"Next time you're thinking about calling me for a favour, please don't."

"Just for once, don't go for the most ludicrously hard option!"

"Why am I not surprised to see you here?"

"Why can't you just leave things alone?"

"I told you this was a stupid thing to do!"

"I can see why someone stabbed you."

"Why are you being more rude than normal?"

"Some things are better kept in your mind than on your tongue."

"Can't you do anything discreetly?"

"Say that sentence back to yourself and listen to how insane it sounds!"

"Just for one day, can you not be such a massive dick?"

"Just what kind of slut do you think I am?"

"You shouldn't be keeping things from me. We're a team."

[lexvesperis-arch-deactivated202]

@mammonsavarice asked: “I’m here for business — not pleasure.” :3 (so much for being a sin of the law!) / prompt.

" I wouldn't dare presume such a thing. " Vesper replies without looking away from him, her tone smooth and controlled. She sits behind her desk, every paper and pen arranged with meticulous precision. " Pleasure is the Ring of Lust's prerogative, not mine. Here, we concern ourselves solely with business. " A faint smile touches her lips as she leans back in her chair, fingers lacing together atop a neatly stacked case file.

" Now then … " She tilts her head and her snakes follow the motion, their usual feistiness tempered by the presence of the Sin of Greed himself. " How may I be of service? "

[mammonsavarice]

“Good ta hear we’re on tha same page!” The King of Greed isn’t exactly thrilled to be here and he makes his way over in a few stomps, slamming a palm down upon her desk. His other hands rest at his hips.

“So here’s tha deal—I still have a contract with a talent f’mine who’s recently decided to yeet ‘imself outta my fuckin’ life like tha little bitch he is—thing is, I still own his likeness an’ i’d like ta keep it that way! We had tha whole thing notarized an’ everythin! Knew tha fuck face would try an’ pull some skeezy shit like this too, ergh!”

“This makin’ any sense ta ya? I’ve invested way too much int’ ‘is brand ta just let it go! But Asmodeous is tryna get involved now. It’s fuckin’ stupid! Feels like I’m goin’ through a divorce ‘re some shit.”

[mammonsavarice]

“HAH! HAHAHAHA! Are you shittin’ me!?”

“What’s with all these fuckass elites an’ fuckin’ imps anyway? I reckon it’s some kinda degradation kink—freaks!”

Now to ponder how he can possibly capitalize off of this revelation… is that what the residents of Hell like? Generic imps? Would customizable imp sex bots fill that void?

[remnantsouls]

❝ what did you just say to me? ❞ for able!

"I said, you are my favorite cunt, and I vote for you every year in the "Best Sin representation" contest" He said and snorted. "I also said "Hey would you like a drink? and "I really like your face~ But those are probably not whatcha mean eh~?"

[mammonsavarice]

“Oh yeh? That’s wild comin’ from you, but I reckon ya were always destined ta be a sinner at heart, ey? Hah!”

“I do have a handsome face, don’t I? SURE, why fuckin’ not? Yor an ass kissa but I ain’t gonna say no ta a free drink!”

[more-things-in-heaven-hell]

{ living aspect of the infinite — nearly a god }

[mammonsavarice]

@lexvesperis replied: acting cool as she slides him her business card 😇🙏

“Tha fuck is this?” Mammon squints at the card.

“A lawyer, huh? I’m not needin’ any legal advice. I’m a Sin o’ tha law!” Still he tucks that card into his back pocket for safe keeping.

[mammonsavarice]

@the-smallest-star replied: Gritt would act cool, Clem would run awaaaay

@ Gritt:

“Yor alright for an imp, Gritts!”

@ Clem:

“Come on now! I don’t bite~” Mammon clacks his teeth as she darts off, amused. “—much. Bahahah!”

[mammonsavarice]

Mammon has appeared! What to do?

Act cool

Run away

Violate

Worship

[mammonsavarice]

My only question is why tf did they take away Alastors luscious locks and replace them with a fuckass bob

[xsecond-sonx]

DAZE :  for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them. (Abel waking up in hell maybe? And mammon like how da hell did this guy get here— cue the wackiness!)

Blinks "Huh HUH?!" "WHAT HAPPENED?!" "WHA?! AAAAHHH!!" screams, flying right into a wall

[mammonsavarice]

“Calm tha fuck down, would ya!?”

“Yor gonna break somethin’ valuable, ya fuckhead!” The large Sin reaches out with one of his four hands and snatches one of Abel’s wings, yanking him over and throwing him on the ground before himself. He glares down at him.

“Pray tell, what’s a high profile angel like you doin’ in a place like this?”

[the-smallest-star]

For an imp, many people would expect the concert to be something small, something simple.

But not G-Force.

The stadium was packed with hundreds of thousands of Hellborn; Loan Sharks, Sirens, Succubi, imps, everyone you could of imagined. Many of them wearing merch, some of them having a white diamond painted on the side of their heads. The LED display on stage had the logo G-FORCE, and sound guys were checking on everything.

Even the VIP section was full, though they made space for Mammon on their arrival.

As the lights dimmed, the performance began. Gritt might be small, but he lit up the stage as he took his place, the audience roaring in a deafening symphony. He looked different; hair styled, more noticeable clothing that hugged his frame, stage make up that highlighted parts of his face. Different from the casual clothes he wore earlier that day. The show was nothing short of spectacular, the lights and effects highlighting the tone of the songs, Gritt's voice and music managing to carry over the elated crowds screams. On stage, the imp just came to life, like this was where he wanted to be. Like nothing else in the world mattered but this one show.

He put everything into it.

When the show came to a close a couple of hours later, Gritt met some of the people who'd won a VIP experience, talking with them, posing for selfies with them, and signing their merch before they left. He meant something to them. An imp who made it, despite everything.

He finally flopped onto the large couch in the greenroom, giving a long exhausted groan. But he was satisfied, his agent fielding calls and giving him some space while a staff member brought him an iced coffee.

This wasn't some small phony playing dress up. Gritt was famous for a reason.

[mammonsavarice]

Mammon arrives accompanied by a couple of his Fizz-bots, prepared to indulge in a mess of popcorn as he watches the show. He had went into the show with lower expectations—partially because this was an imp and because part of him might have wanted the little guy to fail.

The King of Greed has his expectations completely flipped on their head however, as Gritt pretty much owns the stage. The audience around him roars and at some point, he even gets into the performance himself, stuffing his face with snacks all the while. It’s a pleasant surprise to say the least and it tells him all he needs to know about this imp. This one was special. This one was valuable. And after losing his last big investment of years, he can’t help but scout the talent.

When the show concludes, Mammon makes his way beyond the dispersing audience and backstage, letting himself right in with an abrupt shove of the door and a bright grin.

“That was—-✨spectacula✨, Gretel! Y’really owned it out there!” He exclaims, waving his cane about with his arms spread wide and inviting. “It’s been a long time since anyone’s impressed me an’ lemme jus’ say, that was somethin’ else!”

“Y’eva considered hirin’ yorself a talent agent ta keep up with all the more messy affairs? Clearly y’can handle it all yaself but a talent like you? Ya should have someone big lookin’ out for ya! Someone with lots’a influence in this industry ta make ya bigga than y’could eva dream! Even bigga than are now!”

[mammonsavarice]

Damian... Smashed his phone then left hell... Due to vox,a little speech...I..I don't think the kid's okay... And I'm missing a crate of beelzajuice

@party-goddess

UNPROMPTED. // @party-goddess

“Why am I bein’ fucked ta care? He’s Lucy’s son, what d’ya expect? I say give tha brat some space an’ he’ll be back when he feels like it.”

[hells-greatestdad]

"The only rude ass I see here is your seedy mug. Now, off!" Shoves at Mammon with both hands.

[mammonsavarice]

The force of the shove is enough to rock Mammon backwards and his arms twirl as he nearly topples. Ultimately, he manages to catch his balance but he’s quick to jump to his feet, relieving Damian of his weight before smacking Lucifer upside the head with a scowl.

“Oi! Don’t shove me, y’dickhead! Maybe parent ya kid so ‘e don’t wind up in these situations next time!”

[mammonsavarice]

“Bah! I was teachin’ tha runt a lesson!” Mammon waves a dismissive hand with a sneer. “Whateva! Maybe you oughta take ‘im t’that hotel’a yors an’ straighten ‘im out then if I’m doin’ it so wrong.”

[hells-greatestdad]

"Yeah." Clicks tongue. "No. Nope. We're not doing that. Get off my kid."

[mammonsavarice]

“Not ‘til he says pretty please! Bastard called me chubby. I’m fuckin’ fat! Rude ass… y’really know how ta raise ‘em, don’cha?”