Mammon x Stella: Dear Stella

It was a sinful night in the orange Wrath ring. Striker recently worked with Chaz and his shark gang, still under Stella’s employment.

“She called the hit off! I find it stupid, but I have to obey her anyway!” Striker yelled, pacing around his living room. He was a tan snake imp hybrid with yellow eyes, white hair and a golden sharp tooth. “So what? I mean you do hate royals! Why not um... I dunno, disobey her? Come on, it’d be fuuuun~” Chaz said as he sat on the couch. He was a greyish blue shark demon with a dark pompadour, cyan eyes, black horns and a cyan toothed smile.

“You don’t understand, partner, that bitch got a lotta power and I mean a LOT! Just as much as her pompous husband!” Striker stomped his foot as his tail made a rattle sound.

“Hell’s economy is already fucked up anyway. Killing Stolas’ skinny twig ass won’t change anything except teach those royals a lesson. You’ve got that magic rope and that angelic gun. Besides, the least I did for you is made you a statue.” Chaz got up and flirtatiously tickled the snake demon’s chin.

“A statue with a stupid big dick...” Striker mumbled, narrowing his yellow eyes. He pushed the blue hand away. Chaz rolled his eyes, embarrassed he brought that up again.

"Look, we bust into that hospital, ambush Stolas in his room. Then I shoot him in the head, and you shoot at the heart. Everyone’s reactions will be so hilarious! And I- no, we’ll be big stars on TV! The Goetia king killers! Oooo babe, I can see it now!!” Chaz squealed as he put one arm around Striker. “That- actually doesn’t sound too bad. But at the same time she could call a hit out on me–”

“Babe, are you a pussy, or a cowboy?”

“A GODDAMNED COWBOY, YA LITTLE TUNA CAN!!”

“THEN ACT LIKE IT!” The two angrily yelled at each other. They pushed their big noses together. They then paused for a moment to look into each other’s eyes. The wind blew as a tumbleweed rolled outside.

Without warning, the blue shark planted his lips on Striker’s. The snake demon’s eyes widened in surprise. He kissed back, slowly closing them. Chaz licked his tongue, but before the kiss could get even more intimate, Striker pulled away.

“Fine. Let’s murder him. But know that this will have very dire consequences, and we might get separated.” Striker said as he grabbed the angelic box. It was Carmilla branded. “I’ll stick by you no matter what!” Chaz wrapped his tail around him.

Striker smiled a bit, and the scene zoomed into his eye. It then faded to Mammon’s eye and zoomed out showing the king of Greed on stage. He was smiling devilishly in his usual jester garb while holding a green guitar.

“ARE ALL YOU GREEDY BITCHES READY TO ROCK?!”

Everyone cheered except Stella, Andrealphus, and Octavia. They were in golden VIP seats.

“ALRIGHT! THEN ENJOY ME AND MY MOTHER FUCKING CLOWNS!! AHAHAHAHAH!”

A bunch of green, white and black clowns began to preform all sorts of acrobatic maneuvers. Mammon played the guitar in front of a microphone. Glitz played the drums. Glam played the bass. Green and black steam came out of the stage as yellow lights shined.

Mammon: *Sings a rock song*

I spend yer money on shoes,

I spend yer money on booze,

Please, bitch don’t tell me what to do!

I max yer credit card,

Cause yer a big retard,

And a fat tub of lard!

Glitz and Glam: OOOOH!

Mammon: I bet you smell bad

Glitz and Glam: OOOOH!

Mammon: Just like Satan, lad!

*3D gold coins appeared on the monitors*

Glitz and Glam: He’s the gold digger king!

Mammon: Oh yes, I am!

Glitz and Glam: He’s the gold digger king!

Mammon: Ya better hide your hand!

Glitz and Glam: He’s the gold digger king!

Mammon: Oh yes, I am!

Glitz and Glam: He’s the gold digger king!

Mammon: Ya better hide your,

Hide your hand!!!

Octavia: *dances and claps with the imps*

Stella; *looks intrigued by Mammon*

Andrealphus: *was amused by the clowns, clapping*

Mammon: When I’m in the casino,

I always win at beano,

Even when I’m a wino!

Octavia: *dances with her mom*

Stella: *laughs*

Mammon: *saw Stella dance and blushes. He became a bit captivated by her presence and saw the crown. Dollar signs appeared in his eyes as he kept singing.* You’ll find me in the gold pit

Exposing every single naughty bit

You want some? I won’t give you $%it!!

Fizzbots: *dance sexually holding money bags, they then open them and toss dollars at the crowd*

Demons: *cheer even louder and trample each other for the money*

Glitz and Glam: OOOOH!

Mammon: I bet you smell bad

Glitz and Glam: OOOOH!

Mammon: Just like Satan, lad!

Glitz and Glam: He’s the gold digger king!

Mammon: Oh yes, I am!

Glitz and Glam: He’s the gold digger king!

Mammon: Ya better hide your hand!

Glitz and Glam: He’s the gold digger king!

Mammon: Oh yes, I am!

Glitz and Glam: He’s the gold digger king!

Mammon: Ya better hide your,

Hide your hand!!!

*He played a guitar solo as lights flashed yellow green and blue. Fan girls reached out to the king. He tickled their chins while playing his solo with the other hand*

*the scene cut to a hospital in the Sloth Ring. The rock music still played as Stolas laid in bed with flowers from Octavia.*

Chaz and Striker: *shot a bunch of nurses and plague doctors to the beat. They busted down every hospital room door.*

Chaz: This is it, baby!

Mammon: I spend yer money on shoes,

I spend yer money on booze,

Please, bitch don’t tell me what to do!

*the two found Stolas*

Striker: there you are. I don’t care what stella says, you’re done for. *points gun at the barn owl’s head*

Mammon: I max yer credit card,

Cause yer a big retard,

And a fat tub of lard!

Stolas: *looks a bit fearful then puts on a brave face*

I have only one request... tell blitz- *gets head and heart blown in. Blood stained the bed along with the two other demons.*

Mammon: Ya better hide your,

Hide your hand!!!

*fireworks go of after the last long strum of his guitar. People cheer loudly and the Goetias politely clap.*

“WOOOO YAAAAAAYYYY!! YAAAAAAY!!!” Chaz cheered. He shot Stolas’s carcass ten more times.

“Heh heh.... Blitzø is gonna fucking hate me for this!” Striker chuckled.

“I won’t. Let’s leave before any rich douchebag spots us!” Chaz stuck out his hand. Striker grabbed it.

The two ran out and left the owl demon’s body in a pool of crimson.

Minutes later, he lied there, lifeless with the phone vibrating. On the screen, there was an image of Blitz as the caller ID.

Later on, during an intermission, Mammon made his way through the audience towards Stella. He approaches the three birds. casually yet confidently, flashing a mischievous bright green grin.

Stella looked indifferent despite the king of Greed being interested in her. Her brother looked terrified, and her daughter looked nervous.

“Do you like the show, your highness?” Mammon asked her. “I liked your show. But my family is here cause as Goesha, it is our royal duty to see every sin in charge of hell.” Stella calmly said. A bunch of fans in the audience tried to get Mammon and the clowns’ attention, but failed.

“Your form of rock and circus acts is very... amusing, but I just find your constant smile a bit unsettling.” Andrealphus said. “Hey, least he’s not a Loo-loo land fizzbot. Creepy as hell!” Octavia added. Mammon looked a bit annoyed by the other two chiming in.

“Are you married?” Mammon asked Stella.The blue eyed owl rolled her eyes. “Yes, but that cheating prick Stolas slept with a no good dirty imp! He got hurt and is in the hospital because of it... He couldn’t make it to your concert.” The snowy owl said in an irritated tone.“I wish dad did. He hardly goes with us anywhere and when he does, all he talks about is-”

“Blitzø...” Stella interrupted as her feathers turned red.“Yeah.” Tavia frowned. “Well I promise mates, this next song will cheer the quee- I mean- all of you up right as rain!” Mammon sweat a bit. “The fuuuuck?” Octavia whispered. Andrealphus raised an eyebrow.

Mammon completely ignored Octavia and Andrealphus, instead focusing solely on Stella.

“Could I perhaps ask you to meet me after the show for a more...private chat? I assure you, it will be quite enjoyable.” Mammon flirted.

“Sure, just don’t waste my bloody time.” Stella mumbled. There was a puff of green smoke with a cashier noise, and Mammon teleported.

After the intermission, the clowns immediately began performing once again, playing a song that most in the audience were familiar with: “Shut my bitch up”.

Suddenly, the monitor stopped playing green and white fireworks and went to a news broadcast. Katy killjoy’s brother appeared on screen. “Lord Satan, what is going on?!” Andrealphus gasped.

“So sorry to interrupt Mammon’s concert, folks but BREAKING NEWS!! Prince Stolas Goesha has been found shot dead in his hospital bed! The remaining nurses say they found a bunch of holy bullets in his room, including 12 bullet wounds!” Kenny Killjoy said. Octavia cried into her mother’s arms. Despite hating him, Stella cried also feeling empathy for her daughter. Andrealphus hugged them both.

“The fingerprints suggest two killers! Striker Stuntman and Chazwick Thurman!” Kenny swapped the body picture to photos of Striker and Chaz. Andrealphus bowed his head as he took off his crown. He placed the ice crown to his chest, paying his respects to the dead.

“That prick...I TOLD HIM NOT TO KILL YOUR FATHER BUT WHAT DOES HE DO?! MURDER HIM ANYWAY!! Come on, Octavia we are leaving!!” Stella screamed.Octavia just silently nodded.

“Woah woah hold on there... still can’t talk backstage?”

“HELL NO! Get your fat@$$ back near those clowns!!” Stella yelled as she dragged her daughter to the exit.“... I’m sorry sir.” Andrealphus whispered before going out in a cloud of ice. Mammon growled and gritted his teeth.

“The money inherited from our slutty king will be passed down to his daughter, Octavia Goesha! The Grimoire will be passed down to Stella!” Tom Trench said.“Who knows how much they have, buddy? Thousands I mean MILLIONS go to her! Anyways, back to the show!” Kenny smiled putting arm around Tom. The screen flicked back to the fireworks.“I need that MONEY!!” The scene darkened as Mammon’s green eyes and teeth glowed, a furious scowl on his face. It then faded to black.

That night, all of the Goetia demons were at Stolas’s funeral. His father Philemon read his eulogy as Stella stood next to her somber daughter and brother. They were in shiny black dresses and elegant suits. The butler imp, Pringles, played “It Will be Okay” on the organ.

Octavia leaned on her mother, her black sun hat shaking from the wind in the Greed Ring. Stella held the Grimoire in her arms as she leaned back on her daughter.

The coffin was lowered into the ground once the song ended. All of them placed red roses on Stolas’s grave, each saying a tribute or memory.

“... he was a terrible dad... despite also being very loving. I’m still gonna miss him, mum...” Octavia sniffled.

“Hey... I hated him more than I loved him, but he used to be the best husband in the world. Always caring about you and I, singing wonderful songs... You thinking what I’m thinking, princess?” Stella softly said.

“One middle finger?”

“One middle finger, each.”

Each of them put a middle finger out at his grave, shocking everyone. Andrealphus took a photo and it turned into a freeze frame.