Mammon went too far, crossed a line he didn't even realize he was crossing until he'd done it. The greedy urge to take is the source of his power as well as a powerful curse, only momentary satisfaction then the endless empty feeling returns. The urge got the best of him when it came to Adam. At first he just wanted to mess with him, maybe force a piercing or tattoo on the angel to keep him in line, not what he did. The overwhelming sadistic need to take or keep things is blinding, he wishes he could go back in time and stop himself in some way. If the other sins found out, especially Ozzie, they'd probably kill him and he'd deserve it. What he's probably feeling is regret, but in truth he doesn't know.
Adam is avoiding him which only ticks him off, even if it's a reasonable thing for the first man to do. Adam used all five of his skips for the week, just to avoid him and practice. The show is coming together at least, the sisters are doing well and preorder sales are off the charts for them. The products are being made and the ads are being edited. So why is he drinking himself blind instead of basking in the money he's making?
He hates this feeling like he's supposed to give all his things to Adam to ask for forgiveness. It's hell, he fell for a reason why not relish the worst of his desires? No, then he'd lose the human again like when he fell, if he hasn't already. What can he do? Adam wants freedom and that just isn't happening. He'll figure something out, he was always good at finding out how people tick.
Strolling down to Adam's room he can hear him singing something. He can't escape practice today he'd make Mammon look bad which was already an issue after what Fiz did. A quick knock before he enters, the room has changed a lot, covered in lavish things that cost Mammon more than he wanted.
"C'mon ye cunt time is money and you aren't making any sitting on your ass." Man he needs to work on his nice skills, Mammon thinks to himself.
Adam just rolls his eyes, but Mammon notices the subtle clenching of Adam's fists. "News flash asshole I'm practicing the song right now, and you know what? It sucks! Whoever wrote this shit needs to be fired."
Adam tosses him the music sheet, Mammon looks it over. "It isn't terrible. What, you got a better song you want to play?"
Adam smirks. "Hell yes, I'm the best player in all of heaven. I can write songs in my sleep. I can even give you a few tips on the choreography."
Mammon doubted the heaven bit but was willing to compromise. "Tell ya what, I'll hear out your ideas and if the show is better than expected I'll even give you a reward of your choice but if it is even a cent less than our last shows… Well, you can imagine just how mad I'll get, understand?"
Adam nods with a cocky smile, moving towards the door. "Trust me it'll be better than the other crap you freaks did in the past."
"Oh almost forgot," Mammon grabs Adam's jaw crushing at the hinges until he opens his mouth. Pulling at Adam's tongue he quickly stabs through it with a gold piercing of his emblem. Letting him go, Adam covers his mouth muffling curses. "Don't make me wait on you again."
A week passes with only minor issues. The song has been entirely redone, and the back up clowns adjusted for the performance. The Glitz and Glam seem to have warmed up to Adam trading insults in a joking manner when they're given a break. Adam, Glitz and Glam stay near Mammon helping direct the others, criticizing their performances, yelling at slackers, and snacking from his buffet of food. Tickets are sold out especially when he announced a new secret star would be part of the show, the media has been buzzing about it too.
The day of the performance finally comes round. The crowd is settling in their seats and the performers are in their places to start as stage hands prepare to activate the many elements of their job. Mammon looks to his stars double checking on them to make sure they won't mess up. Everything was ready, time to start.
The performance starts off with pure darkness. Neon beams of lights turn on one by one first the sisters center stage in teal, then gold on the tightrope for Adam as he strums the first cord. The girls start to sing, performing gymnastic tricks. The band picks up as Adam crosses to the center of the wire. The drums make clouds of colorful dust as jugglers bounce objects off them to make the beat. The strings that aren't Adam are changing light colors with each new note. The wind instruments produce scented bubbles when they sound as their players balance in impossible ways.
Lion tamers come out as the sisters switch to a unicycle, blowing balloons that they twist into faces of Fizzarolli. As Adam reaches the center of the wire, fire breathers ignite the hoops leading to the center stage. The lions jump through the hoops then sit on podiums framing the sisters. Adam leans back, falling off the wire, plummeting for a few seconds before revealing his golden wings swooping back up and spinning through the fiery rings.
The sisters release the balloons, switching to juggling knives that the knife thrower's toss to them. The sickest riff blasts across the stadium with a wave of angelic light when Adam slices through the balloons floating up to him. Adam starts to circle above the girls dodging the knives being thrown with grace. Trapeze artists fly above the crowd and the sisters switch to tossing the knives at them. Each knife is carefully caught between the teeth, and when they round back to the stage are dropped above the knife throwers to use. The knives are expertly stabbed into a spinning wheel, behind the trio.
The sisters take flight alongside Adam as the opening song starts to draw to an end. The smoke, bubbles, and lights build with the beat. The wheel behind them slows, showing the knives making Mammon's emblem. The lights cut suddenly only illuminating the trio, and the green smoke rolling out under them sparking with Mammon's magic. The sin slides out as the song ends and the three flyers squish near him. The crowd is wild screaming and cheering so loud it's deafening when they realize the song ended.
Bringing a microphone up Mammon addresses the crowd. "Hey ya little fucks! Hope you're ready for the best performance ever done!"
"Now I know we were all surprised after that COCK SUCK LITTLE BITCH FIZZAROLLI QUIT!" Electricity sparks around him as he rants, all eyes showing as he grinds his teeth.
Mammon takes a breath returning his smile. "So I got the beautiful babes Glitz and Glam to do his job far better, and look better than that limbless imp ever could." The girls show off their best angles, flipping hair and bending low with sharp smiles.
"But that wasn't enough. I knew I needed something else to spice up the act even more, I looked everywhere in this shithole. Then I saw it, shiny as the bloody sun." Mammon continues on walking closer to the crowd.
Adam perches on Mammon's shoulder splaying out his wings. "An angel here in hell of fucking places and alive at that." The crowd gasps comprehending what they are staring at with both fear and amazement.
"Not just any angel either." Adam takes off his helmet smiling menacingly to the demons. "This is Adam the first man ever made, the only cunt to defy our bloody creator and get to go into heaven after. He here now though, and he's here to-"
Adam snatches Mammon's microphone flying above the crowd. "TO ROCK YOUR SAD FUCKING LIVES!" He drops the mic and blasts out a short solo.
Mammon catches the mic. "Yeah, anyway CLOWNS!"
The rest of the show is amazing even the meet at the end is great Adam and the sisters are basking in the attention. The sales are piling in for the merchandise, many fearfully approach Adam surprised at the relaxed nature of the man. Adam would also flirt with the women which boosted sales for the female market strangely. At the end of the night Mammon counts the money they made far more than the simple shows Fiz did, and this was after a big disaster so this was going to be on the low side.
Mammon smiles as he walks into Adam's room, giving him a crushing hug. "Aww, one of my new favorite brand babies! You were great, with the public and with the performance. So what do you want for a reward?"
Adam sips a smoothie from a straw, thinking for a few seconds. "Leave me in Pride for a week, but make sure I'm protected from Lucifer or any other who can hurt me."
Mammon's joy turns to disdain in a second. "Hmm… let me guess you think heaven will just take you back after spending a month down here?"
"They fuckin better I'm Adam for fuck sake!" Adam crushes the smoothie splattering it everywhere.
Mammon chuckles knowing that heaven wont give two shits, they toss angels for less. "Fine, say you do get into Heaven, just know that our contract will still be active."
"So, I come down to play a gig then go back, I get fans you get money no real downside." Adam reasons, sounding sincere. Mammon had no idea how the guy managed to score a spot in heaven when he embodied all the sins so well.
Mammon plucks a feather from Adam's wings using it as a toothpick. "Alright, glad we got an understanding, I'll take ya up tomorrow morning." Adam rubs the wing he plucked with annoyance before heading off to his room.
The human seems more relaxed around Mammon after the performance. He's probably a sucker for praise which could be a way to get on the angel's good side, he just needs to hold back his urges. He's only been using the fear method that worked on Fizz but it just makes Adam act out, to be fair he never saw Fizz as anything more than a money magnet so he never cared to change his method. How does one be nice though? He could probably ask Beelzebub when he leaves Adam in Lucifer's care tomorrow.
The night passes as Mammon sleeps in his webs surrounded by money, he dreams of cash getting trapped in his web like normal. When he wakes he hears knocking on his door. Adam stands fully packed for a trip when he opens the door. Mammon looks him up and down, surprised the man would skip out on breakfast.
"Are we going or not?" Adam grumbles.
Mammon shrugs, pulling him close and snapping his fingers. Through the smoke they arrive in pride, at the front door of the hotel. "Be on your best behavior, birdy." He whispers in Adam's ear before bursting open the door with a smile and a shout.