Apathy is the Kindest Form of Cruelty

by pheathers

It's not that no one Mist never thought of bringing the mafia to its knees the way they so easily could, of burning the world to the ground the way they constantly itch to. But the world already leaves so little to be desired, how lethally boring would that be? [Tags inside. Cross-posted on ao3.]

1. Chapter 1

TAGS: Pre-Canon, Canon Compliant, POV Third Person Limited

Dark Mammon/Viper, Minor Character Study, Arco Curse

Nonbinary Mammon/Viper, Minor Canonical Character(s)

WARNING: Not Beta Read

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"It's not that Mist are untrustworthy, but they'll make it rain and call it fire, will make you feel rain when it was fire all along, will call rain the fire raining from above and fire the rain burning up from the ground, and every word will be the truth.

Truth is whatever Mist speak into the world, reality is whatever Mist want it to be, and it's not that they do not care for it, for what reality means to the rest of us, the confined space within which we live, but you can bend and twist and break and build and reshape reality so many times before it turns meaningless, before you don't bother anymore to keep track of how far away from its confines you are.

Do not ever take anything a Mist say at face value, but obey, always, their every word.

A Mist who has to spare you a second glance is one that might not look away again, and whatever you do, you do not want to ever catch a Mist's interest."

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A/N: This fic was inspired by in the hearts of men (there be madness) by Silverfox579 on ao3. It's a one-shot, and I warmly recommend it!

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Any and all review are appreciated.

Thank you for reading!

- w.h