Poison of old, in your veins to forever pollute you that I am never forgotten. Like an itch, I arouse your attention, but you can never be rid of me. Time will never heal you.
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― HABITS He regards everything to everyone as a pass time, temporary for a better word. Meaning, he gets what he needs and then if he so chooses to, gets rid of it. However, he does have a keen and very destructive obsession with plenty of things.
― RELATIONSHIP(S) Single (Not looking or interested) There are not many that could say they understand Mammon. He is like night and day, always different and never the same twice. In other words, there is no consistency when regarding Mammon's emotions. But the few that can say they know him, never speak a word. For whatever reason, they might have never understood.
― APPEARANCES (human form): Mammon stands at six foot four with a slight pale pallor and platinum blonde hair. His eyes are what is most striking with black irises that are larger than normal and within those dark pools are cat-like pupils that remain tucked away. His eyes are devoid mostly of their whites and more so when agitated when his eyes go entirely black bleeds into the pale skin that surrounds the eyes. But this is hidden for good reasons. Another feature that is striking in this human-like form is that of his teeth. Dual incisors that never tuck away, and remain as is, are key features to better distinguish this particular individual from the rest. Piercings riddle his person, much of which will not be disclosed.
(angelic form): Yes, Mammon does possess an angelic form, simply because the devil-spawn was birthed before Lucifer's fall. He is six foot eight with a pale pallor as well as hair. His striking features are almost the same as those of his human form. But not so much. His eyes are devoid of any whites and are adorned solely with golden hues resembling Lucifer's, given the darkness that corrupts Mammon's eyes. He does not bear the same divine sigils that riddle an angel's person from head to toe. This can only be summed up as Mammon's human side.
(demonic form): In true form, Mammon is three times his size, both in height and mass. Stark now from his previous human-like appearance, much of him has gone dark, and human is no longer something he resembles, not that he would complain about his true form. He quite adores it really. Horns protrude from his head, from pale to black, his body riddled with spikes that adorn his shoulders and down his sides. At will, four wings sprout from his back giving the beast a larger dimension.
― THE PAST
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Dance, dance, until we all fall down… Lucifer listens as a song is sung in his name as three witches dance around an open fire at night, hidden away from prying eyes within a forest. But one, in particular, invokes him, unlike the others. While the others only served to amplify, she sang the loudest, words most wicked as a grin tugged at the corners of her lips. As born into the world, they dance in their bare skin, hair floating around them as they glow with the burning flames.
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Why God’s favorite creation chose to take sides with the fallen son is something that Lucifer is yet to understand. Be it pity or something else, it was apparent that God was losing favor with the last of his children as he had with the first. Thoughts aside, Lucifer listens further, and one could say, enthralled. Their song was meant to ensnare the devil himself, and it did because he would appear before them in the midst of darkness.
On that very night, Mammon came into existence. It took nine solid months for him to be born. Nothing special was prepared for his birth, other than the usual craft the coven performed on a day like this. A few words, some blood here and there, and the child is brought into the world.
Skipping through the process of growing up and the teachings the coven gave. There was a small gift he inherited, now, he's never told a soul, let alone his mother. Mammon covets this gift. The gift of foresight. While he has had this power since his younger years, it refuses to grow or work as he would like. He has yet to understand what keeps him from fully developing his gift and using it for greater things that will benefit him.
Mammon knew of his father and what would be his fall. Lucifer's kind was always trying to capture if not end his existence. A threat if anything to them but Mammon kept to himself, harnessing whatever he could. Humans, on the other hand, hated witches and feared them. While he looked human to them, there were certain things about his appearance that were not. Mammon would come to terrorize them and keep them from wandering the woodlands.
With time, Mammon learned much and learned that, unlike his dwindling half, he wasn't aging like them. He would be hurt and he would heal. He even sprouted a pair of wings, funny that he never thought he would but there was always the possibility. Aside from this, there was something else that Mammon inherited, simply because it was punishment delivered towards his father and onto the son.
Summoning him
Lucifer's fall, seeing him collide with a greater unknown. Mammon is left wondering, possibly curious that he feels he might go mad. To avoid the madness, he embraces it, throwing himself personally into the fray without thoughts of consequence. And every time he has, he is unscathed. Because of this, his confidence multiplies ridiculously, some might think him foolish. Perhaps but a dangerous fool he is.
Mammon continues to watch his father's progress from behind closed eyes. Like visiting memories but not his own. From this, Mammon learns and begins to prepare. First, he must acquire an establishment. When that is in his possession, time ticks on, and things that seem important quickly fade. His mother for instance, at a point someone of high regard. He's brought what is left of her and the coven with him to this sanctum of his making. His memory of them locked in a painting and if you stare long enough, you could say the coven looks back at you.
With a drop of blood and spoken words, the ground beneath him trembles. At first, there are only words and then a face.
― L U C I F E R ―
It's a civil greeting at first and Mammon has little to offer in information. Questions, he is full of questions but to nothing, he doesn't know already. He had to present curiosity and a show of respect as well as devotion to a father he knew much about and so little.
― THE PRESENT
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RP Preferences: Messages (ONLY) with exception.
