Heaven And Hell Bond

Mammon

Waking up, Lincoln was restrained by a rope and was in some kind of circus tent, and he remembers that he was smothered by someone whose voice sounded familiar like... like he had met the guy who non-lethally, but silently took him out. He heard voices talking from ten yards to the left of him, and saw Fizz in some sort of cage, and also bound in ropes.

"A deal's a deal, lord Mammon." It was Striker, who was in front of the kind of Greed.

"Yeah yeah, wanka, just cool your fucking jets." Said Mammon before giving Striker a large amount of money from a large truck. "Enjoy it, and get as much girls as you can find."

"Heh heh heh, I damn will striker gritted his teeth. "Now I can get Bombproof that new saddle he wanted, and get my own penthouse!"

Mammon looked at Fizz in anger and hatred. "It's been a while, Fizzy my boy."

Fizzarolli also looked at his former promoter with as much hatred and anger as the latter was giving him... or probably more. "Mammon?!" he exclaimed. "What the fuck is going on, you fat asshole! I fucking told you before that I quit your shameful business! So you can just take the robot versions of me and just-!" before he could finish, he felt a hard slap across his face, knocking him on his right side

"Is that any way to talk to your supervisor, you scrawny cunt!?" Mammon shouted in anger. "You got a lot of nerve talking to me that way. I am the one that made you the way you are! I am the one who made you bloody famous and got you as much girls to rut as you possibly can! And this is how you talk to me? The fucking nerve of a washed up has-been!"

Fizz got angry and said: "A has-been is it? How dare you, sir?"

"You know damn well who you're talking-" Mammon paused when he saw the white-haired boy, looking scared and confused. "Ah, the tike's awake at last." then he walked over to him. "Rise and shine, mate. I have been looking for you for some time now."

"You know about me?" asked Lincoln, sounding confused.

"Oh yeah. I know all about you, Lincoln Loud. Especially the time you stood up to Adam himself. You got some real brass balls for doing that, eh?" The King of Greed gave the boy a rough pat on the back. "especially for a puny human boy."

"Lincoln?" said Fizz. "What the fuck is he doing here?!"

"I wasn't talking to you, meat!" Mammon rudely replied to the jester demon before turning back to Lincoln. "You're probably wondering why i've brought you here."

"Duh. And you hired Striker to find me?"

"That I did. I've heard some good things about him, so I took the chance in hiring him to bring you to moi."

"But, how did you know about me?"

"Kid, let me tell ya something." Mammon wrapped his lower right arm around Lincoln's shoulders. "I am the King of the Ring, and a king has ears in many places, in or out of the Greed ring. My ears have ears. But i would like to make you an offer." he got off of Lincoln. "With your unmatched singing voice, i can make you a big, big star. You can be my gold mine and make me some biiiiiiiig bucks! Of course you get some sponduli too, but i'll just make most of it."

Fizz looked shocked. "What?!" he exclaimed. "So that's why you kidnapped him? So you can make him your fucking mascot like you made me your fucking mascot?!"

"No, not a mascot, more like a famous poster boy." Mammon pointed. "You can make a fortune and every girl in Hell will love you and want you, while every demon boy will want to be you, Lincoln. I can put that talent to good use."

Lincoln had a thinking look on his face. He thought it would be nice to kinda stand out from his sisters as someone just as special as they are. "Lincoln, no!" Fizz shouted. "Don't listen to him! He'll just use you like he used me for his fucking personal gain!"