What Must Be Done

Mammon stormed out of Delilah's place, his face twisted in a scowl that revealed nothing of the heated exchange that had just taken place between them. His mind was consumed with thoughts of his next move, his plan to eliminate Maria once and for all. There was no room for distractions; Maria had to be taken out, no questions asked.

Leaving behind the serene streets of the Italian town, Mammon found himself amidst the chaotic nightlife of Hollywood. The pulsating lights and thumping music of the clubs did nothing to lift his spirits; he was on a mission. His target was clear - Johnny Saint, Asmo's closest confidant and ally.

As Mammon navigated through the crowded club, his eyes scanned the room, searching for Johnny's office. His heart raced with anticipation, his body tense with adrenaline. Every nerve in his body was on high alert, ready for the confrontation that was about to unfold.

Mammon walked through the crowd, determined to reach Johnny Saint's office door. Standing before him was a well-built guard, who seemed reluctant to let him pass. Mammon, aware of his position as the world bank manager and the fallen angel of greed, decided to assert his authority.

"I am the brother of your boss's boss, Asmodeus," Mammon declared, his voice laced with a mix of superiority and impatience. "Step aside, and let me through."

The guard, cautious and loyal to his instructions, explained that Asmodeus had explicitly instructed the security teams not to allow anyone near Johnny without his consent. Mammon's frustration grew, and in a fit of rage, he intercepted the guard's attempt to call Asmodeus. Instead, he redirected the call to his own bank, where the guard's money had mysteriously vanished.

As the news of the missing funds reached the Guard's ears, a sinister smile crept across Mammon's face. The fallen angel of greed had orchestrated this turn of events, using his position and influence to manipulate the situation to his advantage.

The club's vibrant atmosphere faded into the background as Mammon's mind focused solely on the power he wielded and the imminent confrontation with Johnny Saint.

With his wealth and authority now in question, the guard's loyalty to Johnny Saint would surely be tested so it was no shock that the Guard run off never thinking twice about his job or the well being of Johnny.

Mammon was left with only the door to contend with.

Mammon gently turned the doorknob and pushed open the door, slipping into Johnny's office unnoticed.

Inside, he found Johnny engrossed in a phone conversation with none other than Asmodeus. Mammon stood in the shadows, listening intently as Asmo's voice filled the room, brimming with joy and hope.

As he eavesdropped on their conversation, Mammon's heart grew heavy with a mix of resentment and concern. The blind hope that Maria had brought into Asmodeus's life, the prospect of a mortal existence filled with love and happiness, grated against Mammon's own nature as the fallen angel of greed. How could Asmo, a former King of Hell and the embodiment of lust, settle for a mere mortal life that would inevitably end in death?

"Did Asmo really think someone like him could have a mediocre mortal life just to die at the end and as mortals called it, 'Rest In Peace'?" Mammon pondered silently, his thoughts swirling with conflicting emotions.

Mammon's resolve to eliminate Maria and protect Asmodeus from heartbreak burned brighter than ever. His insatiable greed was overshadowed by his deep loyalty to Asmodeus and the desire to set him back on the path to becoming the King of Hell.

The call finally ended, leaving a lingering silence in the room. Johnny, now face to face with the Manager of the world bank, the brother of his boss and best friend Asmo, and the infamous Fallen Angel of greed, found himself at a loss for words. The emotions that surged within him were indescribable, a mix of awe, trepidation, and curiosity. Mammon's presence commanded attention, and Johnny couldn't help but wonder what this unexpected encounter would bring.

Johnny began stammering as he struggled to find the right words to communicate with this legendary figure of business and fallen angel. How did one address a fallen angel? It was a question that left him at a loss, and he knew he had to come up with something quickly.

Breaking the silence, Mammon, ever perceptive, read Johnny's mind and deciphered his facial expressions, understanding the overwhelming awe that had momentarily consumed him. "This is not the time to be starstruck," Mammon interjected, his voice cutting through the air. "I am here to talk to you about Asmodeus."

Johnny snapped out of his awe-induced daze, his focus now fully on Mammon. He eagerly inquired about what Mammon wanted to share regarding his boss and best friend.

Mammon began, his tone grave and urgent, "Asmodeus is in danger, and only you can help me save him."

He continued, his voice filled with a sense of urgency, "Asmo is in grave danger because someone very close to him wants him dead."

Johnny, now fully engulfed in the conversation, couldn't contain his emotions and asked, almost screaming, "Who is that rat begging to be exterminated?!"

Sensing Johnny's heightened emotions, Mammon took a deep breath to calm his own nerves. He knew the importance of delivering the information calmly and clearly. With a composed demeanor, he replied,

"The threat comes from within our own realm, someone who knows Asmo intimately and has a deep-seated desire to see him destroyed."

Johnny's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. The realization that someone close to Asmodeus could harbor such malicious intentions shook him to the core. He leaned in closer, his voice now filled with determination, "Tell me everything. We need to stop this threat and protect Asmo at all costs."

Mammon smiled, seeing how in sync Johnny's focus was with his own. It was no wonder why Asmo chose this mortal as a trusted friend. He continued, "Listen, Johnny, to eradicate the threat, you will have to trust me." He then slowly walked up to Johnny and touched his chest. He could feel his heart beating furiously, and that was all he needed.

Johnny then said, "I would trust you with my life as long as it concerns Asmo's safety."

Just like that, Mammon smiled, as if those were the magic words he had been waiting for. He then performed his darkest spell yet. He astral projected and pulled Johnny's soul from his body. He then switched himself with Johnny, trapping Johnny's soul in his initial host, and settled in Johnny's flesh, looking bigger and badder than ever.

The display of the spell was a spectacle to witness, as it showed in slow motion the dark and forbidden technique of spirit replacement. But Mammon wasn't done yet. He touched the forehead of his former body, putting Johnny in a trance.

Mammon gave Johnny one simple command, subtly implanting the belief that he was the world bank manager, and then he left him to go back to work.

The office environment would buzz with the usual hustle and bustle, oblivious to the hidden agenda of Mammon who knew Lucifer had spies watching him all the time.

Mammon had resorted to this backstabbing act for several reasons. Firstly, he needed to get as close as possible to Maria, a woman whose existence was causing Asmo's life to be hung in the balance.

If Delilah and his countless assassins failed in their mission, Mammon knew he had to be prepared to eliminate her himself.

Secondly, he couldn't risk Asmo discovering his presence. Asmo, fiercely protective of Maria, would undoubtedly make it his duty to shield her from any harm. Mammon needed to operate in the shadows, hidden from Asmo's watchful gaze if he didn't want to help Asmo save Maria from his own evil plan.

Lastly, Mammon's ultimate goal was to protect Asmodeus from the impending assault of Lutan, a formidable hybrid born from the union of Lucifer and Satan.

Lutan's power surpassed that of his progenitors, making him a force to be reckoned with. Mammon, as Madeus, the powerful hybrid Angel of Greed and Lust, believed he was the only one capable of facing Lutan and emerging victorious.

As doubts gnawed at his conscience, Mammon consoled himself by constantly repeating that he was doing the right thing.

Desperate times called for dangerous

measures, and he knew better than anyone the gravity of the situation at hand and the weight of responsibility resting heavily on his shoulders.