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Post by Soprano on Jun 22, 2011 22:10:29 GMT -6
Mammon shook his head, “I’ll believe the truth, but thank you for the invitation. You’re nothing but a sub-par demon at best and a petty mortal at worst,” he said airily, “I not only won’t accept you as the King of Pride, but I’ll treat you like the property you are until your existence is erased.”
Mammon shook his head, “No, but there are other ways and I think you know about them, considering your company. I just don’t think that your late girlfriend could actually kill Lucifer.”
“I’m a much better liar when I actually care about the recipient’s opinion,” Mammon said with a wave of his hand, “I clearly don’t care about yours, so what difference does it make?”
Mammon shrugged, “Or so you say. You were only one of two people there when you ‘apprehended’ her, weren’t you? Neither of your… ah, testimonies are terribly reliable.”
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Post by Magnus on Jun 22, 2011 22:57:05 GMT -6
Natalie grit her teeth. Fuck, Mammon always knew how to get on her nerves. "I'm so sorry you're living in the world that existed 200 years ago. Really, you are delusional. I haven't belonged to anyone for 200 years, least of all you," she said, trying to keep the obvious annoyance and anger out of her voice. It was really hard. Mammon was just an asshole.
"Again, think what you want. Go ahead and underestimate anyone who isn't a Lord of Sin- See where that gets you," Natalie said coolly. "Unfortunately for your late friend, it's true. He's dead; Lilith killed him in a bid for power. You can be in denial all you want, but it doesn't change what really happened." That was another problem with Mammon. He was too smart, not impulsive like Lucifer, who often left himself open to attack.
"Does it matter?" she asked. "It's not like there's anyone else's testimony. Like I said, think what you want to think. It doesn't change the truth."
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Post by Soprano on Jun 23, 2011 15:46:20 GMT -6
Mammon’s mouth twitched slightly, “Funny how you keep so close a track. Time really means nothing to someone who’s honestly immortal, my dear. It’s all a matter of time before you blink out of existence or come under my generous wing again.”
The spots of anger that appeared in Natalie’s voice were immensely amusing to him. Lucifer was easy to rile sometimes, too, but Natalie was much, much more amusing.
“If she did kill him, it wasn’t a bid for her power, I’m sure of that,” Mammon said, equally cool.
He stood up from his chair and moved around the room lazily. He knew he wasn’t going to get anything out of her, but that wasn’t the point in coming. He was already greatly amused by the fact that she was getting so angry and then even trying to hide it. She really did fancy herself a Lord of Sin now, didn’t she? She was certainly filling the stereotype.
“Hmm, yes, it does matter. Not that I can convince anyone of that, if they chose not to believe it of course. I’m not here for a confession, anyway,” he said breezily.
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Post by Magnus on Jun 23, 2011 15:54:43 GMT -6
Natalie gripped her cigarette holder harder. "Yes, your oh so generous wing. The King of Greed, generous?" she asked, shaking her head. "Don't quit your day job. And it isn't keeping a close track, either. It's 200 years; it isn't hard to calculate." It wasn't like 200 years was the exact time, anyway. Natalie knew what the exact year number was, but like hell she was going to let Mammon know that. He would just belittle her even more.
Natalie shrugged. "Power over the Pride Circle, in any case. She didn't like what Lucifer was doing, so she thought that if she were in charge, things would be better," she said. "Unfortunately for her, things didn't go as planned." Shit. Backpedaling. Hopefully Mammon wouldn't latch onto that or something, but she expected him to.
"Then what, pray tell, are you doing here? You just felt like going out of your way to belittle me? Tsk tsk, and here I thought time was money," Natalie said, frowning.
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Post by Soprano on Jun 23, 2011 18:47:52 GMT -6
Mammon grinned at Natalie for half a second, “The generous King of Greed, my little joke to you. I found it funny at least.”
“Is that so?” Mammon said, taking very close note to how Natalie was speaking about Lilith.
He knew that she would attempt to put on a stony expression, but he’d known her for a very long time. He knew what even the tiniest bit of fear or anxiety looked like in her. This whole trip was to reaffirm that, as well as amuse himself for a while.
“Money well spent, in any case,” he said loftily, “You should expect some kind of visit from the other Lords of Sin as well. It’s something traditional, but most aren’t as… nice as I am.”
At this point, he was being particularly nice. The other Lords of sin would probably try to kill her while she still wasn’t officially the King of Pride.
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Post by Magnus on Jun 23, 2011 18:53:38 GMT -6
Natalie grit her teeth again. "Yes, that's so," she answered icily. "I'm really getting sick of repeating myself, and I imagine you're getting sick of hearing me repeat myself as well." She hated spending time with Mammon, who was absolutely insufferable and absolutely an asshole. But no, he'd decided to show up at her castle and pranced around like he owned the name place. Well, he didn't. It belonged to the King of Pride- Her.
At hearing that the other Lords of Sin would come and 'visit' her, Natalie put her cigarette out and let her cigarette holder clamor to the wooden desk. She stood up at stared at Mammon. "Get out of here," she hissed. "Go back to your castle, go visit your disgusting friends, I don't care. Just leave right now." The doors. She had to fix the front doors to not open automatically. That must have been how Mammon got in.
Natalie really didn't want to have to deal with any other Lords of Sin.
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Post by Soprano on Jun 23, 2011 19:17:02 GMT -6
“Hearing you repeat yourself isn’t as bad as I thought, honestly,” Mammon said, “I don’t mind it in the least.”
He was intentionally trying to needle her and the next words out of her mouth made his whole mission complete. She was losing her temper and that was all he wanted out of this. He’d come back to bother her more, of course. She wouldn’t forget that he was after her, never.
“I’ll go, but I’m not lying, my dear,” he said darkly, “They will come and I suggest that you prepare very soon for their arrival. Lords of sin are known for being opportunists, if you know what I mean.”
She would deal with them if she wanted to or not. There wasn’t a choice behind this and Mammon was making the game much more interesting to watch by telling her at least something. He knew she wasn’t a pushover by vampire or mortal standards, but by Lord of sin standards? It was yet to be seen.
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Post by Magnus on Jun 23, 2011 19:22:13 GMT -6
Natalie chose to ignore Mammon's comment about hearing her repeat herself. She was sick of him, sick of his stupid attitude and the way he tried to ruffle her feathers and sick of the way he treated her. "You know where the door is," she said bluntly, just trying to get him to leave already so she didn't have to deal with him anymore.
Natalie didn't think Mammon was lying, at least not about this, and he was absolutely correct- She had to prepare. Had to take precautionary measures. She remembered when Beelzebub had tried to kill Mammon, so long ago. . Well, then, she'd just have to order everyone to kill any and all flies.
Not that that was her only precautionary measure, of course.
First things first, though, she had to get Mammon out of the castle. Him knowing what she did to protect herself was a terrible thing, and it was undoubtable he would use the information for his own gain.
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Post by Soprano on Jun 23, 2011 20:48:52 GMT -6
Mammon moved toward that door before he stopped and took something out of his pocket. It was a little gold box; he set it on the desk. It looked innocuous enough and there wasn’t even any magic coming from it. In reality, he didn’t want Natalie dead, he wanted her back underfoot, so it wasn’t dangerous in anyway. He’d probably come back after her real powers as King of Pride should have come in, just to see if she had made it out alive.
“Good bye then, Natalie,” he said with a bit of a smile, “Hope you live to see me again.”
With that, he let himself out. He did as she wished and immediately left, he had no more business there. He was genuinely interested to see if Natalie would live to actually be King. It made taking her down much more satisfying. While leaving the front doors, Mammon absently smacked a fly lurking on the door.
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