Twinkle, twinkle, little star (Obey Me! Shall we Date? - Mammon)

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

[Flashback]

Mammon loved the human realm, he loved how easy it was to corrupt souls. He allowed these people to give in to his sin like a loyal dog to its owner. For hundreds of years, this went on. He would appear a few times, befriend anyone he can get close to before influencing them into being God's disappointments. Sometimes, he'd have his own fun in the human realm-- casinos mostly. He'd meet a lot of greedy people there. Politicians, business people, the powerful, the weak, anyone. But mostly, he'd stay invisible to humans-- a whispering presence in their minds. Of course, he did not have to actually do all the work himself, his victims eventually helped spread greed in their own ways.

Sometimes, he picked his target at random.

He took interest in a man he saw get in an expensive car. A few months later, the man ended up cheating his way to the top for power, ended up pocketing the company's money, got caught, lost his job, lost his family, and lost his mind. It wasn't particularly fun to watch. After all, Mammon never really stuck around to see what has become of his victims. He had the general idea of the effects so he was never really interested in the first place. It would save him the guilt and regret anyway-- not that he cared though.

I just gave them the shovel, they just dug their own graves, Mammon thought.

However, Mammon was not entirely sure why he kept an eye on this man for long. Maybe because he knew that the human's heart was pure and that he should not have made him his target.

Maybe Mammon cared and felt regret, after all.

He watched him enter his house, slumped shoulders and a frown. Mammon's stomach twisted anxiously. "Why am I even looking out for this guy?" He muttered under his breath. Mammon also saw how the man received a slap from his wife before a terrible argument broke out. Screaming was heard, the sound of a vase shattering, and more yelling.

Mammon sighed deeply. Maybe he really shouldn't have corrupted him. Upon overlooking the argument, a light goes on through a little window upstairs. Curiously, he tries to find the room. His being in spirit form was put to advantage as he could simply pass through the walls like a ghost.

The shouting becomes muffled and fainter as he reaches the last room. It was small and had a lot of pillows like a fortress. Among the pillows was a small child, huddled in the corner, their hands covering their ears, attempting to shut out the screaming. Dollops of tears were streaming down their flushed cheeks.

"Now you've got to be kidding me." Mammon shifted uncomfortably in his place. He felt regret choke him even more. He ended being caught up in this more than he liked to. Mammon rarely cared, because he'd fuck around with humans once and never check up on them again. But the one time he actually tries to keep up, he sees this. Angels-- well, a fallen angel, never really had parents or a childhood. Although he has no firsthand experience, he knew it was breaking the child's heart into pieces.

He silently watches the child reach out for a music box, turns a small button and let it go.

A melody plays. It was comforting, but somehow the cold empty room and the muffled screaming downstairs made it sad.

The child clutches a book beside the music box. Mammon did not catch the title, but it was written in sparkly gold like Grimm and Goldie and luxury and everything he adored. It played with his conscience even more.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are." The child sings softly, cheeks still wet from tears.

Fuck it. Mammon thinks. I'm out.