A Son From Lands Unknown (PJO x Male Reader)

A Preliminary Trip to the Ninth

"So you were successful in convincing Belphagor and Asmodeus, I take it?" Mammon asked, swirling a glass of imitation whiskey in his hand.

"Belphagor and Asmodeus will comply," (Y/N) said. "Any luck with Sammy or Levi?"

"Pride's with us, but Levi remains opposed, as much as I hate to admit it," Mammon sighed. "Still, having three gives us a majority, albeit slim, and with that, the dissenter's agreement is... unnecessary. However, their presence is still required, so we still need them there."

"And how do you propose we do that?" (Y/N) asked. "Sure, Samael, Asmdoeus, and Belphagor have all agreed to reform, but we're still the only two conspirators in this little charade. How do you propose we keep three Sins exactly where we need them?"

Mammon sighed and took another sip of his drink. "There is this one demon, strong enough to rival the best of our lieutenants. It'll draw attention, but if we can get to where we locked her up, she'll be more than able to help us keep the three contained."

"Locked her up?" (Y/N) questioned.

Mammon held his hand against his forehead. "We all made mistakes when we first arrived in Hell. For the Sins, it was a power feud. We all wanted to be the first to claim her services. Soon enough, it became obvious she didn't want to serve anyone. Now that she had been cast from Heaven, she just wanted to live a normal life, at least as normal as a demon could get. "

"Okay, how does that translate into locking her up?"

"I'm getting to that. When it became apparent that she didn't want to work for any of us, we assumed the worst. We thought she was going to attempt a takeover of Hell. As a result, we got together, drummed up some charges, and leveled them at her," Mammon sighed, shaking his head at his own previous actions. "When she couldn't prove she hadn't done those things, we sealed her inside a stasis coffin, stuck her in the Pit, where we keep demons we have no intention of ever needing again, and mostly split up the key. I was silent as her through the whole damn thing."

"Silent?" (Y/N) questioned. "She didn't even try to defend herself?"

"Oh, she tried, but it was a little hard without a voice," Mammon chuckled sadly. "When Lucifer and his merry men fell, Michael persuaded Father to take something from each of the Fallen. For Lucifer, it was his identity. Split him into seven people who hate him. The person we're talking about, she was one of the angels in the choir singing Father's praises for all eternity. Michael thought that the best thing to take from her was her voice. If she refused to sing in Father's name, she wouldn't sing at all."

"And then you locked her in a pot and stuck her in a freezer for a few millennia," (Y/N) recalled. "Yeah, I severely doubt she's going to be of any help, even if we can free her."

"Oh I'm sure she'll hate me," Mammon said, "but if, say, a random human teenager were to ask her for help with ensuring that a couple of the Sins who imprisoned her stay precisely where they need to, well I'm sure that young man could come up with a wonderful opportunity."

Mammon stood from his desk and pressed a hidden button on one of the busts on his shelf. A painting on his wall flipped, revealing a pair of twin pistols. He took them from their case and gave them a twirl in his hands.

"After we fell but before we imprisoned her, she took up a hobby of weapon making. These were her self-described Magnum Opus. The Hounds. A pair of six-shooter revolvers that linked with the music player, and if she shot in time with the beat, could penetrate through the toughest armor in all of Hell. What better irony than to turn her own creations into the keys to her cell?"

He handed them to (Y/N). "Give them to her as a peace offering. If she ever begins suspecting your connections, tell her where you got them, and tell her that even Greed can regret."