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The warmth and light of the Human World sunlight. The excitement of the crowd around. The rumbling purr of the motors as they blaze past on the track whirling round and round. The delight brings a sparkle to Mammon's azure-golden gaze. Among the rich, famous, gorgeous, and vacationing he belongs. He wears tailored beige trousers with brown shoes and a matching belt with a watch that has a light blue face detailed with twelve gold lines denoting the hours. His sky blue linen shirt has a standing collar with three top buttons unbuttoned, making for an open chest effect. His sunglasses with a gold frame are hooked on the fourth button.
Mammon has an easy smile as the car he bet it all on cannot lose now. This win will secure the funds he needs for his next adventure–a rental for a road trip. The cars shimmer as blaze across the track of the Grand Prix at Monaco. After a night of a good streak of losses and wins at the Monte Carlo, Mammon is ready for some time in the open air. After watching some of the fastest cars in the Human World push their limits, he misses his Demonio. He couldn’t bring it though. Everyone around here knows all of the exclusive and expensive brands in this world, and any story he could come up with for it would fall apart under a smidgen of scrutiny. Though the itch to drive something different is undeniable anyway.
After the race he collects his winnings and heads over to where his rental car will pick him up. He’s a few minutes early, so he decides to stop and get a glass of some of the good whiskey he found last night. It may have been a different kind each time. All he remembered by the end of the evening is that it rolls down your throat like smokey velvet. Of course, he’ll be drinking much less right now. He just wants the taste in his mouth, and maybe a little bit of boldness as a plan starts to form in his head in case he likes the car. Mammon takes a sip of the whiskey, and this wasn’t the one he had last night, but it rolls down his throat like silken fire. That is either almost as good or better, and Mammon is in far too good of a mood to complain right now.
Though, presently he feels someone clasp his shoulder who speaks with a familiar voice. It’s low and booming and full of joy. Though when Mammon turns around, he is met with Diavolo’s pouting face, while the Lord tries to fake a melancholy whine. “Mammon, you came to celebrate your birthday without me?” It’s a statement of fact, with the sound of a man who has had far too much practice sounding like a heartbroken child when he wants something.
Diavolo wears white linen trousers with navy blue shoes and a matching belt. He wears a yellow shirt with red sailboats outlined in blue and a gold watch. His auburn hair is just as unkempt as ever, but all Mammon could wonder is why is he here? Of course he is cordial and would never ask the prince what he is doing anywhere. “Oh! Umm… sup Diavolo?” He gives his charming grin as he speaks to the heir apparent of The Devildom, though a look of shock does flicker in his eyes for a moment. “I was just thinkin’ uh… it’s kinda nice ta go to the Human World and spend some time at the casino and watchin’ the races, ya know, things that no one else really likes ta do…”
Diavolo seems to have forgotten to feign his sadness as he belts out an uproarious laugh. “Lucifer made some exceptions for you for your birthday, didn’t he?” Mammon gets visibly uncomfortable, which amuses Diavolo even more. “Though I am glad he did. I think exceptions should be made for your birthday. What is next on your list of festivities then?”
Mammon feels relieved that Diavolo isn’t chastising him or stopping him. He relaxes a bit when he is speaking. "Well Dia, I was gonna drive a couple of these cars and see if I like one." He winks and runs his fingers through his own hair as he looks off into the distance to take in the clear blue waters, white sands, and bright flowers. Mammon enjoys the brightness of the sun and of the human world after he gets used to it.
A flicker of a stern look comes to Diavolo’s face as he turns to Mammon and asks “and what do you hope to do if you like a car, Mammon.”
Mammon chuckles uneasily and looks down for a moment. “I plan on umm, seein’ if it’s reasonable.. if I can get enough money together to buy it.”
Diavolo gives Mammon a knowing look and he speaks in a low voice, nearly a whisper. “Mammon, you know I can tell when people are lying right?”
Mammon clears his throat but mumbles his words “I was uhhh… plannin’ to steal it.”
A smirk lights across Diavolo’s face and his body starts to subtly shake, until a loud laugh erupts from him. Mammon’s eyes fill with confusion as he is expecting… Well, he doesn’t know what to expect. Though the laughter makes him a bit nervous for a moment.
The next words out of Diavolo’s mouth are not anywhere close to what Mammon expects to hear. “That sounds marvelous!” Diavolo speaks with excitement followed by more uproarious laughter. He looks from car to car. “So, which one are we going for?”
Mammon stares at Diavolo for what feels like an eternity of an uncomfortable silence as he cannot fully process what is happening right now. Mammon was very certain he would be stopped. After all, Barbatos would stop him. Mammon would have bet on being reprimanded. Lucifer would reprimand him.
However, Diavolo is doing none of these things. Is he asking to join in? Mammon must be making quite the face as he is contemplating this. Diavolo can’t stop smirking at Mammon. “W-what are ya playin’ at right now?” The Demon Lord replies with a chuckle and a look that communicates that Mammon did hear him correctly. Mammon knows exactly what Lord Diavolo is playin’ at, but is hoping for some infernal intervention. Isn’t Barbatos going to come along and collect this wild card liability? Mammon almost prays, but he knows no one will answer. He knows that he has to ask this next question, and the answer would not be what he is hoping for. “Didja wanna come along?”
Diavolo speaks as though he is truly surprised, though his golden eyes are full of whimsical mischief. “Of course Mammon, I thought you’d never ask!”
Mammon does a double take for a moment hoping that maybe the whiskey was actually absinthe and this was a hallucination the whole time. However, Diavolo does not disappear. Mammon looks at his phone, and his gilded two seater Ferrari is about to arrive. "So uhh… our car is comin'. Are ya ready for a good time?"
Diavolo chuckles. “That sounds like something Asmo would say!”
Mammon shakes his head as he thinks for a moment. “Uhh… yeah, I guess it kinda does, but we ain’t doin’ that right now.” Diavolo notes Mammon’s reaction with a smile as they approach a golden car that looks like it was made to be a mirror. Mammon even pulls out a comb and looks down as he combs out his hair in his reflection.
He opens the passenger door for Diavolo and goes around to the driver’s side himself. As they sink down into the black leather bucket seats, it looks for a moment like Mammon is turning on seat warmers, which would be entirely unnecessary. Though flips the switch, cooling air starts to flow, making the seat far more comfortable. Diavolo can’t help but say “ohhh!” as if to verbally marvel at this concept.Of course they don’t have this in The Devildom, as the sun isn’t there to make seats overly warm.
Mammon moves his feet across the pedals and shifts the gear, and they turn out of the parking lot and are on the open road! Mammon puts on his sunglasses and tunes in some good driving music. The road takes them over hills and next to a sheer cliff looking over the crystal blue waters. Everything about this day seems beautiful.
They end up stopping at a quaint bistro that has some of the freshest seafood, and they get oysters. Diavolo eats most of them, Mammon only wants to search for pearls, and he found precisely one. It isn’t worth much, but it is shiny. He cleans it and puts it in his pocket. It feels like good luck as both Mammon and Diavolo have had enough of a calming drive.
When they get back to the car, Mammon is determined to find a place where he can open up and go as fast as this Ferrari will take him. After a half an hour of windy roads, they find a good straight away. The shift glides nearly effortlessly through the gears Mammon wants as he brings the car up to speed. However, neither of them see the police man until the red and blue flashing lights and siren make themselves apparent behind them.
Mammon panics, he doesn’t fully know what to do. If he stops, a fine will be levied. He cannot abide this, of course due to the trickery of the officer in question. How dare he be hidden! “Gahh! Diavolo, what do we do?”
Diavolo shrugs and pulls out his phone. He sends a text. “Don’t worry, Mammon, just follow my instructions.” As he says that, a text comes in. Mammon is wondering how Diavolo can remain so calm, and it only gets more perplexing as Diavolo says “turn right now.”
Mammon looks right, and there is no road. He looks at Diavolo who only nods in response. “Gahh!” is all Mammon can say in response. He complies though, and a few yards in front is a portal. As they go through it, they are bathed in darkness, and surrounded by the scenery of The Devildom.
Diavolo turns to Mammon. “I hope you like this car. Happy birthday, Mammon. I will tell Lucifer nothing except I purchased this car for you. If he finds out, I will forbid him from punishing you. I do enjoy a good police chase. Now, if you’ll drop me off at the palace, I have a car rental company and the governing body of a small principality to negotiate with.”
Mammon drives Diavolo to his own home, and walks him to the entrance. Diavolo claps Mammon’s shoulder, and gives him a hug. “Thanks for the good time, and again happy birthday. You should head home, your brothers told me they wanted to surprise you and asked me to come bring you home. I completed my part of the bargain!” He laughs.
As the door closes behind Diavolo, Mammon scratches his head for a second and the realization hits him. “You son of a…”
~End~