Adam was mainly ignored for the next few days since Mamon was dealing with the Glam Sisters release, whatever that was. Which was both a blessing and a curse, without Mammon he didn't get fed. He hadn't been hungry in forever, his stomach had been growling since the wheel and Mammon hadn't even fed him when he got his guitar back. At least his back was patched up relatively well, same with the new stab wounds, he was starting to hate knives in general now.
When alone he would strum his guitar in the cramped cage, remembering the times he played for his army and Lute. He missed them, their deaths hadn't really hit him till now. Every single woman he had trained and named was either dead or thought he was. So many that didn't deserve to be, it had started with Siviera being found headless six months ago. She had always loved to sing when he played. How many of his girls were now gone like her? All because Vaggie wanted to screw the devil's daughter, and sold out her sisters for it.
He hums a melancholy tune as he strums a song in the dim room his cage hangs. Mammon walks with a large smile on his face. "Ah good you're awake, I notice you're a bit on the chongo side so I made a full itinerary so we could work on that."
Adam snorts, like he has any right to judge his body when he's no better. If he recalls he looked a lot skinnier in Eden too. "Ya, how about no."
"We'll stick to starving then, either way you'll lose a few. I was gonna let you stretch your wings, if you change your mind here you go." Mammon places a planer with an extremely strict and detailed plan into his cage.
Adam takes a glance at the papers, the front page has a picture of some delicious brown sugar and honey glazed ribs. His mouth waters at the mere thought of them. His hungry stomach growls again, the days of not eating screaming at him to take whatever deal just to try that delicious food. Mammon follows his eyes, a knowing smirk on his face but he quickly hides it before Adam notices.
"I order the food straight from Gluttony, made by Beelzebub in fact, so it's the highest quality you can get down here. Doubt even Heaven can recreate her touch for food, but suit yourself mate." Mammon acts like he's about to leave walking to the door.
"Wait!" Adam shouts an arm reaching out of the bars on instinct trying to stop the demon.
"Hmm?" Mammon hums keeping his face blank as he turns back to the angel waiting for Adam to take the bait.
Adam hesitates for a second. "...how many meals do I get a day?"
"Three, plus snacks if you complete the tasks early." Mammon points at the papers that have the details.
Adam stares at him debating if he is really hungry enough to actually do what Mammon asks of him. Looking back at the planner he flips through a few pages finding a menu, a workout regiment, something labeled "Gigs" with dates, and a list of possible merchandise with mockups that looked vaguely like him. Looking close he can almost make out the near invisible green writing hidden under the text, fine print Mammon was a demon thought and through huh.
Adam squints but the text is far too small, possibly enchanted to be harder to read. "You're not getting my soul, if that's what's hidden in your fine print."
Mammon clicks his tongue annoyed that he caught something most people miss. "No it's a renewing contract on your likeness and body nothing to do with your soul. Deals, especially soul deals are much more annoying to do, plus there's no changes in 'em."
"How do I know you're not lying?" Adam asks suspiciously.
Mammon only shrugs. "You don't, but that's the only way I will feed ya outside of wanting my little song bird to sing for me."
Adam glares at him disgusted by the description. Looking back at the menu he sighs knowing he'll cave to some good food, might as well agree with whatever dignity he has now rather than desperation in a starved state. "...I'll agree to whatever this is if I get those high quality meals on top of a better room that I can customize with whatever counts as entertainment down here, I can come and go from my room as I please, and seven times a week I can skip whatever I want without consequence."
Mammon's face scrunches up angry at the amount of changes but forces a smile. "I have to know where you are at all times then, cut the seven times to three, and we're golden mate."
Adam crosses his arms. "Five is the lowest I'll go, especially knowing you're bullshit deals."
"Fine." Mammon takes the planner and transforms it into a contract with the new terms, signing it quickly and handing it to Adam through the bars.
Adam looks at the contract skimming it over, it says something about being renewed in six months, not that Adam plans to stay in this hell hole that long. Taking the pen he writes his name, he already knows that he can exploit the loopholes he set in place but so can Mammon. The contract glows gold and rolls up. Mammon hides his annoyance at all the new terms that favor Adam as he unlocks the cage pulling out the angel. His fingertips glow a lime green, as spider silk is pulled from them wrapping around Adam's wrist ankles, neck, and base of his wings.
Adam look's baffled as they seem to dissolve yet he can still feel them. "The fuck?"
"What? Did ya think I was going to let you free roam without a way to pull you back? Plus it helps you see the contract and communicate with me when we're apart." Mammon tugs at the string briefly giving it back its green glow.
Adam does similar seeing it glow for however long he holds on to the springs around his wrist. "Hmm, so where's my food?"
Mammon's shit eating grin reappears as he begins leading Adam around telling him what each room is for or where it leads until they get to the dining room. It's as lavish as everything else he's seen with ungodly amounts of greens, blacks, and golds. Mammon happily sits at the head of the long table snapping for the imps and bots to do their job. In seconds an imp comes out placing silver platers in front of them and elegantly showing off the ribs that Adam was looking at not long ago. Adam's mouth waters, it looks so much better in person than the image had suggested, not to mention far larger than he had thought.
"Well, dig in mate. We are going straight into rehearsal after this." Mammon chuckles.
Adam practically launched at the food in a second, making sure to eat his fill while savoring the delicious taste. Through eating he asks. "*Om nom* Wha-*slurp* what rehearsal?"
"I'm gonna make you my new brand baby alongside the Glam sisters, you play your guitar and show off those shiny wings while they do most of the tricks around you." Mammon waves his hand and the waiter returns filling their glasses with brown ale.
"So I *munch* just bust out some sick riffs while-*glug* some bitches do clown shit?" Adam waves a bone around as he continues to question.
Mammon nods. "A bit more than that, but ya that's the jist. I know you have zero talent for clowning but you will have to help them out in their act, since you will all be sharing the stage."
"Cool, so when do I get my new room?" Adam places the last of the bones on his now clean plate, licking his fingers.
"Getting set up as we speak, I'll take you to it after rehearsal is over." Mammon crunches the bones, eating every bit of the ribs, dabbing a napkin at the corners of his mouth as he gets up again.
They move to the dressing room Adam was dragged through earlier still full of many clowns. Mammon looks through a few clothes racks and boxes, finding what he was looking for he returns with a set of clothes. He shoves them into Adam's grasp and directs him to get dressed. The outfit is similar to his old cassock, just more slim fitting, jester like, and with more spikes. The A on his chest has a M though it rather than a cross, and the colors are a mix of green's blacks, and gold, with white trim. He was also given a helmet like his executioner mask before it broke, the horns curled differently making a mock halo above his head but curling up above his forehead.
Adam gets dressed rather quickly and then is introduced to the Glam Sisters as he steps out into the circus. Both strut up to Mammon sweetening him up with praise, blatantly ignoring Adam until they are told he will be part of their routine. The look of anger the sisters have is almost scary, but they smile, hiding the venom in their words until Mammon isn't paying attention.
The rest of the day was spent working on the "debut performance" as they called it. Adam was forced to learn how to balance on the tightrope, juggling was just constant failure, and the jumping through hoops of fire had singed his wings. Countless other things happened and he was slow compared to the clowns around him. Most of which glared at his every mistake as Mammon screamed at all of them for Adam's failures. They eventually got a few parts mastered after the hours of work, mainly the music parts where Adam was killing it on the guitar and not doing tricks.
"Alright wrap it up none of you are paid overtime!" Mammon yells to the clowns rushing to leave. "Adam! Follow me."
Adam obeys tiredly tugging off his helmet and wiping off the sweat. "My room and dinner, *huff* better be ready."
Mammon just leads him to a room, the symbol on the door is the same as the one on his clothes. Inside the room is relatively barren with a soft looking bed, a hammock made of spider web, A wordroble, a catalog on the nightstand, and a TV. There was also a door that seemed to lead to a bathroom.
"You can order your own stuff from the catalog or write it down and I'll find it when I have time." Mammon clarifies seeing his confused expression.
"Ah, well come get me when dinner's ready." Adam flops comfortably on his new bed snuggling into the sheets.
He hears the door shut expecting for mammon to have left but instead he feels the bed dip as a set of hands grip his wrists. "Ah mate, you should really be thorough when you read a contract."
"The fuck? What the hell do you think you're doing?" Adam thrashes in Mammon's grip as the sin arranges him into a position on his lap.
"Power wont work against me, and however many days you can skip without consequence I can use the same amount to do something to your body. Are just a few clauses I set in place that you didn't even consider I might add in." Mammon free set of hands travel up the cassock raking across the skin hidden under the robe.
Adam shivers as realization sets in. "You wouldn't fucking dare!"
Mammon laughs, one hand travels to his backside and another across his member. "You know when I first saw you I wondered how you could walk around naked without a single thought in your head."
Adam's heart is rocketing in his chest as his fearful struggle continues to be fruitless, Mammon is right against his ear talking quietly for once. "I worried you might just get yourself killed approaching things you didn't understand, or eating whatever you found."
"Even then I felt the need to keep you and Lilith all to myself, cute and innocent, protected from every other creature that dared to go near, but Lucifer beat me to one of you." Mammon's sharp fingers dips between his cheeks prodding at his hole, the other begins to gently stroke his soft shaft.
"MAMMON IF YOU DONT FUCKING STOP I WILL FUCKING END YOU!" Adam's trying to kick, squirm, or do anything to even gain a chance of escape from the demons ironclad hold.
"I thought, if I helped Lucifer fight the other angels he might even share, but no, selfish as always." Mammon's grip gets harsh like his voice. The prodding got more intense along with the stroking but they felt raw with only skin and no lubrication.
Adam couldn't fight the sin so he did something that he hated, begging. "Mammon… Mammon p-please, dont…" He hated his voice quivering, he hated the tears filling his eyes and he absolutely loathed Mammon.
Mammon licks his ear savoring his shutter. "Hmm, now why would I stop, when I finally got the toy I've been wanting for over a thousand years." Mammon moves both Adam's arms together, capturing both with just one hand. Now using his free hand to reach for the nightstand's drawer, a minute later Adam hears the click of a bottle cap and a cold liquid drip onto his skin.
Adam closes his eyes imagining he's anywhere else. As he feels the uncomfortable feeling of Mammon's fingers enter him, earning the demon a pained grunt. Mammon's fingers prod his insides while his other hand continues to jack him off. Adam cant help the tears anymore as they start to stream from his eyes, Mammon licks them up with a chuckle. Mammon finds what he's looking for in him, as Adam jerks at the strange sensation.
"Bingo." Mammon whispers, continuing to hit the spot and stroke his member.
Adam feels disgusting as his body builds up in heat and pleasure. Mammon hums to himself playing with Adam's body like an instrument. It's not long before Adam is jerking around as his erection builds to climax. Adam shakes his head no, trying to deny his body from doing what he knows it will. Despite his best attempt to stifle Mammon's efforts his body ejaculates sending a shutter through his whole body and a shout from his lips.
Mammon releases him wiping off his hands, then leaning down to place an almost sweet kiss on his forehead. "Behave or next time I won't be so nice." He whispers before exiting the room.
Adam curls in on himself forcing his eyes shut to stop the tears. He tries to ignore the drying fluid in his robes. He prays to leave the hells, to kill every demon or fallen angel he could ever see. Eventually he wills himself to sleep.