A Night Unknown

In the wee hours of the morning, a cacophony of deafening sounds pierced through the tranquility of the night, causing the drowsy Asmodeus to stir from his slumber. With a heavy heart, he reluctantly roused Mammon, who was snoozing beside him due to the confined quarters and insufficient sleeping arrangements.

"Ugh, what's the commotion all about?" groggily mumbled Mammon, rubbing his bleary eyes.

"Can't you hear that?" exclaimed Asmodeus, with a sense of urgency in his voice.

Silently, they strained their ears and caught the raucous melody of lively music and boisterous laughter emanating from outside their window. The flickering neon lights and the swarming masses of revelers outside beckoned them to join in on the revelry. Donning their finest attire, they made their way downstairs and stepped out of their dwelling, only to be greeted by a completely unfamiliar and thrilling universe.

The metropolis was teeming with an electric energy that pulsed through the air, and the streets were alive with a multitude of people swarming towards an array of vibrant nightclubs and trendy bars. The city's pulsating nightlife was in full swing, and everyone was dressed to impress in their most audacious and flamboyant attire, making Asmodeus and Mammon appear dull and ordinary in comparison.

Asmodeus, however, had a powerful charisma that was impossible to ignore. His captivating charm, combined with his striking good looks, drew women towards him like bees to honey. The ladies were utterly bewitched by him, and they flocked around him in droves, showering him with compliments and begging for his attention.

Asmodeus's captivating magnetism had an almost supernatural power, drawing women from all corners of the city towards him like moths to a flame. Poor Mammon could only stand and watch as crowds of admirers swarmed around Asmodeus, vying for his attention and adoration. The throngs of women that surrounded the two of them were so vast that onlookers gaped in awe, marveling at the sheer spectacle.

Suddenly, Asmodeus sprang into action, his chiseled physique and lightning-fast reflexes propelling him away from the throngs of women who pursued him with unbridled fervor. The women were in hot pursuit, driven by an intense desire to be close to him, but Asmodeus's agility was unmatched, and he easily outpaced them.

"I'll catch up with you in a moment, my friend," shouted Asmodeus, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of sounds. "I just need to lose these adoring women first!"

Asmodeus was like a god amongst men, his charisma and charm so potent that they could literally move mountains. The women were in a frenzy, desperate to get close to him, but Asmodeus was like a phoenix, soaring above them and leaving them in his wake. His lightning-fast reflexes and unmatched athleticism left the women breathless and longing for more, aching to be near him and bask in the glow of his alluring charm.

Asmodeus darted through the streets, he weaved and dodged his way through the crowds. The women were relentless, their eyes blazing with a feverish passion as they clamored to catch a glimpse of him.

Mammon found himself suddenly surrounded by a group of men, all looking at him with pleading eyes. He could sense their desperation, their yearning to be with the women they had been eyeing all night. Mammon was taken aback by their sudden appearance, but he quickly realized what they were after.

"Of course I can help you," Mammon replied with a confident grin. "Granted I have never done this but yea i'll help."

With that, he led the group of nervous men over to a booth where a group of stunning women were chatting and laughing. Mammon approached them with the air of a seasoned professional, his charm and wit on full display.

"Hey ladies," he said, flashing them a dazzling smile. "My friends here have been admiring you from afar and would love to get to know you better. What do you say?"

Mammon's heart sank as the women erupted into fits of raucous laughter, their eyes flitting between him and the group of men. He felt a pang of unease, unsure of whether the women were mocking him or genuinely amused.

"Oh, how I wish I could escape this wretched situation," Mammon thought to himself, his mind racing as he tried to devise a plan to extricate himself from this predicament.

But then, to his utter shock, one of the women spoke up, her voice dripping with disdain. "What kind of pathetic excuse for a man can't even approach a group of women without trembling like a leaf?" she spat out, her eyes blazing with contempt.

Mammon's jaw dropped in disbelief as the women began berating him, their words cutting him to the core. But he refused to back down, his pride wounded but his resolve unbroken.

"Excuse me, but I refuse to engage with individuals who display such childish behavior," Mammon retorted, his voice steely with resolve. "I have no interest in associating with anyone who cannot even conduct themselves like adults."

Suddenly, a hulking figure rose from one of the nearby booths, flanked by several burly companions. "Are these men causing trouble, ladies?" he growled, his voice deep and menacing.

The women nodded eagerly, their faces twisted in disdain. "Please, get rid of them," one of them implored, her voice dripping with venom.

"Fine," he grumbled, his voice thick with resignation.

And with that, he and his companions turned and walked away, leaving Mammon and his companions a laughing stalk amongst the groups of people in the bar

If Mammon would confront the man with a confrontation he would most likely destroy the entire city block and not wanting to do that he just turned back complying.

"Consider yourself lucky, little man," the big man said, his voice dripping with contempt. "Next time, you might not be so lucky."

Mammon stumbled backwards, trying to regain his balance as the big man and his friends sauntered away, their laughter echoing through the bar. He felt humiliated and embarrassed.

"Hey Mammon!!" Asmodeus bellowed, gasping for air as he ran inside the bar, his face flushed with panic. "Im in trouble and need your help!!"

Mammon's eyes widened in shock as he saw Asmodeus's disheveled appearance and heard his labored breathing. Without hesitation, he rushed outside to assess the situation.

"What's going on?!" Mammon inquired, his voice laced with concern.

"I ran down an alley with women barely dressed, long story short we got more women chasing me!!" Asmodeus replied, his voice quivering with fear.

"What!!" Mammon said, confused.

"He's over here!" One of the ladies chasing Asmodeus yelled out.

Asmodeus led the way, sprinting through the dark alleyways and narrow streets with Mammon in tow. They turned a corner, and suddenly, they found themselves face to face with a towering brick wall, with no escape in sight.

"We're trapped!" Mammon exclaimed, his voice quivering with fear.

"Not yet," replied Asmodeus, a glint of mischief in his eye.

With a sudden burst of energy, Asmodeus began scaling the brick wall with astonishing speed, his lithe form like a spider, effortlessly climbing higher and higher towards the rooftop.

Mammon could barely believe what he was seeing, his eyes widening in disbelief as Asmodeus ascended to the rooftop with breathtaking speed and agility. Once there, he turned to face the women who were still in hot pursuit, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Sorry ladies, but this is where our little game of cat and mouse ends," Asmodeus declared, his voice ringing out clear and strong. "Thanks for the chase, but it's time for us to say goodbye."

With a final wink, Asmodeus disappeared over the rooftop, leaving the women below staring up at him with a mixture of awe and adoration. Mammon breathed a sigh of relief, his heart still racing from the thrilling escape.

As the throngs of people dispersed, Mammon found himself meandering through the bustling streets, lost in thought. Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure amidst the chaos. It was none other than Malphas, sitting on the street, his nose buried deep in a manga book.

"Good heavens, my lord! What brings you to this place?" Mammon exclaimed, running up to Malphas with a flurry of excitement.

"I was simply biding my time while waiting for you, my dear Mammon," Malphas replied nonchalantly, his eyes fixed on his book.

"But why on earth would you choose this spot of all places?" Mammon asked, bewildered by Malphas's choice of location.

"Asmodeus told me that he had left you behind and was unsure if you knew your way back home," Malphas explained, standing up and stretching his limbs.

Mammon's face flushed with embarrassment as he realized he had been forgotten. "Oh, I see," he muttered, feeling a sense of shame wash over him.

"But never mind that now," Malphas continued, his eyes still glued to his book. "Have you ever considered the potential power we could wield if we were to collect all the entertainment buildings in this city, like we collect manga books?"

Mammon's mind was blown by the sheer audacity of Malphas's proposition. "That's a brilliant idea, my lord! With control over the entertainment industry, we could dominate the entire populace!"