Obey Me

Mammon the Avatar of Greed

Lucifer: "Well you've got that done now, and it seems that the idiot has arrived as well."

Y/n: "Idiot!"

Lucifer: "Yes, he is."

Mamon: "HEY! Just who do you think you are, human? You've got a lotta nerve summoning the Great Mammon! Listen up, because I'm only gonna say this once. If you value your life, then you'll hand over all your money now! And anything else valuable!"

Y/n: "Ack!"

Y/n hides behind Lucifer.

Lucifer: "Really! To a child! Mammon, shut up or I'll punish you!"

Lucifer punches Mammon.

Mammon: "Gah, Oww! Hey, what's the big idea?! I thought you were gonna give me the chance to shut up before pushing me!"

Y/n giggles.

Satan: "Y/n, Mammon is the Avatar of Greed. He governs and oversees all forms of it. Whenever he takes a liking to someone, they suddenly find themselves rich. But if he breaks it off they're moneyless. He's also a masochist. That part's important."

Y/n: "Huh?"

Lucifer: "A person who enjoys an activity that appears to be painful or tedious."

Y/n: "So, jumping into a pool of piranhas?"

Lucifer: "I suppose? Anyway, it just so happens I have a job for my brother."

Mammon: "Y'all, stop telling lies! I ain't asked to be punched, and I ain't a masochist."

Lucifer: "Mammon, you're going to be watching over Y/n, and cater to his every need."

Y/n: "Eh?"

Mammon: "What?! Why me?!"

Y/n: "Why him?!"

Asmodeus: "Aww, lucky you, I'm jealous. Think of all the cute pictures of the kid. I could post to Devilgram. Think of all the views!"

Mammon: "Alright, then why don't you do it, Asmodeus?!"

Asmodeus: "What? Hell no, too lazy."

Mammon: "I thought you said you were jealous of me?!"

Satan: "Just give up, Mammon. There's no getting out of this. You know you can't refuse a direct command from Lucifer, correct?"

Y/n: "Lulu, why Mammon. I don't trust him to keep a pet fish alive. What does that mean for me?!"

Mammon: "But why does it have to be me?! What about Beel. Why can't he do it?!"

Asmodeus: "He might eat the kid."

Beelzebub: "Mm, yeah. I can't promise I wouldn't, but he did give me food!"

Y/n: "What?"

Lucifer: "Don't think too deeply into that."

Mammon: "You're useless, you know that?!"

Lucifer: "Mammon?"

Mammon: "Wh-What?"

Lucifer: "Surely you're not going to tell me that you object to this arrangement, are you?"

Mammon: "I hate you guys! Every last one of ya! Fine...FINE! I'll do it, okay! All right, mini-human, listen up. As much as I don't want to babysit you, I've got to. It's a huge pain in the ass, and I'm far to-"

Y/n: "Ignorant?"

Mammon: "Huh?"

Y/n: "Idiotic?"

Mammon: "What?!"

Y/n: "Self-centered?"

Mammon: "Important for it. But Lucifer told me to, so I will. But you better not cause me trouble."

Y/n: "..." No! Why! I don't want to be stuck with this fool! Wow, I never knew how much I learned from my parent's arguments.

Mammon: "Hello? Earth to the mini-human! Seriously, what's wrong with this one..."

Lucifer: "We've decided on the babysitter, so your tasks."

Y/n: "Will I get tests?"

Lucifer: "Awe, a smart question for your age. Your task is to polish up your soul nicely and acquire the power to resist demons."

Y/n: "Isn't that a lot to ask of a ten-year-old?"

Lucifer: "Make your soul like a sparkling gem, and learn to say no to demons and not try to be everyone friend. You know what that's a lot to ask a ten-year-old."

Y/n: "It's okay to resist?"

Lucifer: "Demons like humans with nice souls. They look like shiny jewels. Demons will use their wisdom and abilities to get take human souls. Other demons also have tasks assigned to them. In other words. Demon either gets the soul or they run away from the soul."

Y/n: "What happens if I lose?"

Lucifer: "Nothing as for now. Don't give me that look. You won't have to do those tasks on your own. After all, you're only 10 and have no magic abilities. So we'll lend our power to you and you alone."

Y/n: "Okay. Now can I color?"

Lucifer: "No."

Y/n: "Dia!"

Diavolo: "Common Lucifer. Let the child color."

Lucifer: "No!" They both act like children! What did I do to deserve this?