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Angstober Day 2

STOLEN

Vader stood before the smoking remains of Kenobi, tattered robes draping over his withered corpse before the body faded into the aether and sand blew over top the fraying fabric. Disgust roiled within him, radiating so fiercely as to chill the hellish air around him. He would be betrayed by this man no more; though he deserved far worse than the quick death he was afforded. For the ultimate slight he’d committed against Vader, the theft of his son, no punishment would be enough for Kenobi. But for now, Vader was simply content to be rid of him.

Now that his focus shifted to stretch a little deeper into town, he could sense the blinding presence of the boy radiating from within. Feeling its strength, now, he could not believe he’d missed it before. Even with Kenobi’s pathetic attempts at dimming it, he should have been able to sense this warmth from the moment he’d entered orbit.

What a fool he’d been… but no longer.

Moving through the shadows, Vader waited until the child stepped away from his guardians before making his move. It took a subtle prodding through the Force to gain the boy’s attention, but the blond head instantly turned towards the dark alley where Vader stood. Bright eyes somehow managed to look right into his own, even if he could not see them.

As if entranced, the child walked into the alley, legs moving of their own accord as curiosity burned within his eyes. When he saw Vader, curiosity turned to terror, and he jolted with shock. Before he had the chance to cry out or run, however, Vader had the boy in his arms. Subdued through the Force, he struggled weakly until sleep overtook him and he went limp.

Holding him now, Vader had the chance to take a closer look at the child - his child. He was thin, bony and light, appearing fragile enough to snap in his arms, but Vader knew better.

“You were stolen from me once my son. I will never let that happen again. You will be stronger than you could ever imagine, and the galaxy will know what true power looks like.”

Obey Me Mammon Angst Skits: Angstober 2021 Edition

Day 3 (Late): Mark of a Killer

Warnings: 

• This Angstober Prompt is going to be short. I don’t have much of an idea for it. However, I still will be trying to get out an idea that HOPEFULLY does not feel rushed. 
• There will be blood, death, and bodily harm in this. 
• There may or may not be mentions of moderate to severe depression. However, there is more likely to be mentions of it, so tread carefully. 
• As usual, this is Mammon-Centric. When is it not?
• Have fun, stay safe, and enjoy your short read. 
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• See you later!

It is strange, what love does to a person. 

Such intense love and hate can be so confusing… everything surely spins in the world of self involvement. Perhaps it is the constant truth that life was ever changing, and yet some things remained the same. 

The Avatar of Greed didn’t know how to feel about his role. 

His feelings. 

They were all a muddle of broken emotions and strong resistence to impulse. 

Such feelings were messy. 

They caused him nothing but grief, and yet, he sat here, not changing a single thing. Not even when he had the chance. 

Mammon looked at himself in the reflection of his phone as he stood in the alleyway. He waited for his target to arrive. It was… astounding… just how much this job helped him with his stress. His burdensome emotions that tugged at his mind, no matter where he went, or what he did. 

He felt somewhat… content. If not, foolish, from time to time. 

Soon, there was a text coming through. The phone was on silent, so the target didn’t hear it. One of the few things that Mammon was smart enough to get done beforehand. Who would have thought, right?

‘Is your assigntment nearby?’ the text was simple. 

Were they?

Looking around the corner, the hooded avatar pulled his mask down over his face, and started to type on his device. 

“Yeah. They are here. What do you want me to do with them?” he asked the voice over the line. Not even a few seconds after the text was sent, there was another message from his ‘employer’.

‘I need you to strangle them, and pull them into the alleyway. Barbatos will meet you there. Understood?’ the voice prompted via text again, to which Mammon let out the slightest sigh. He needed to keep his head, and remember why he was doing this. 

First… he did it.. because killing them… it felt good. He felt… a relief of stress. He felt like he could get some tension off of his chest, with minimal regret… though… his barrier of emotions took a while to build. 

Second, he did it, because it helped his Lord and Friend. 

Diavolo. 

Mammon started to walk by the woman, noticing that no one was nearby. It didn’t take long. He brought out a needle, and a spare belt that he had found in his room. After which, he would surely burn it, to dispose of evidence, that way. 

The white haired man had nearly been caught before. Diavolo had to cover up for him, which the man was more than happy to do, but it did make Mammon feel guilt. 

‘Don’t forget that he practically owns you now… he has more control over you than he did before.’ Mammon looked down to his hand, noticing a lightly glowing demonic symbol that he agreed to let Diaovlo place on him. The Lord of the Devildom needed to keep tabs on him, after all. Just in case anything went awry. 

The blue and gold eyed demon closes his eyes, before wrapping the belt around the womans neck, and quickly cutting off her air, before pulling it tight enough to crush some part of her throat. 

She died fairly quickly. 

Some more stress was released from his body. It still felt nice… 

He could direct the pains of his own woes onto the victims that Diavolo gave him. Those that thwarted his plans, or didn’t go along with the idea of his perfect kingdom. Barbatos went along with him, as the kings servant. He was content with his role. 

Mammon remembered why he was sought. 

He had been sought out, because Diavolo could smell his rage. 

He could just sense Mammon close to snapping. He would likely end up hurting one of his siblings. He didn’t want to do that… no matter what. So.. he would just use others. Others that he didn’t care about. He could spare his own feelings of guilt that way. He did, spare them well. 

This mark that Diavolo put on him was going to be there forever. 

So it’s not like he could back out now. 

Mammon looked to the mouth of the alley, and saw a familiar green eyed demon, who smiled to him. 

“Did you do what he asked of you, M?” he questioned, before walking forward. 

The avatar of greed nodded, before picking up the body, and handing it to the other, who knew what to do from there. 

“Good work. See you tomorrow.”

Mammon took out a cigarette, before nodding, and stuffing the belt into his pocket. He looked at the symbol on his hand that Diavolo had given him a while back. The thing glowed, which sort of stung, but soon, the glowing dimmed down, and the symbol vanished, as if it was never there. 

It would surely be in the same place tomorrow…

The tanned man smiled to himself, almost feel ing as though he lost another piece of himself, in a way. 

However, he dismissed it. 

He would just drown out any remaining negative emotions in liquor, anyhow.