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comfort (verb.) ease the grief or distress of.
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the white haired demon was at a party which was being held by the demon prince, Diavolo. he stood near the buffet table, watching everyone talk and dance. Lucifer had already warned him that if he stole anything from Diavolo, he would be in like.. big, big trouble or soemthing like that. Mammon wasn't paying attention to Lucifer ranting about that. He was too busy thinking about grimms.
he tried to think of a plan on how to steal something and not get caught when a group of low life demons approached him. he couldn't remember what they said but they were really persistent about making him drink.
they had somehow convinced the Great Mammon into drinking and now, he was in the back, feeling as if he was going to puke. All that just to prove that he's not a pussy. oh, how he regretted taking part in those stupid drinking games.
he was the Great Mammon, the avatar of Greed. he had to prove that he's not some pussy! all the demons do is make fun of him, he had to show them that he can take on some stupid alcohol.
as much as he regrets it but it still felt nice winning even if he was sitting in the corner, literally trying not to puke.
'why did i listen to... them?'he groaned, wanting to rip his own hair out. he bit into his lower lip, covering his eyes.
