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The sound of foot steps caught his attention and Mammon turned to look who it was. His gaze instantly went to the male who he felt was the servant. Mammon's eyes flashed gold and a sick smile crossed his face. "Oh this just got so much more fun."
"What I am doing is most akin to territory creation, but I am unsure whether it is safe for any to remain inside. The drastic change in landscape could potentially injure everyone before the war begins. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you all to wait outside. Take anything you need with you. I'll try and transport as much as I can, but I make no promises as to the condition of the item in question after." She told the group.
Uno and Mammon Stepped outside, The puffs of his breathe visible in the confirmed that Mammon was indeed alive. He let out a small chuckle at the sensation of cold brushing against his skin. "Uno if you have anything you need get it now or risk losing it." Uno nodded his head in thanks to his knew liege. "Thank you my lord." Turning his back on the others he rushed inside to go and find what he needed.
As Uno scurried off three more arrivals appeared, two masters and one servant. His eyes immediately jumped to the servant, flashing gold as he locked his gaze onto him. "Nice hair easterling. Was Satan out of ideas when he gave you it or merely just being lazy. " This servants identity was indeed interesting, it seemed every servant so far was of royal blood, this would be a gathering of kings. This would either be a very good team or very bad team. He then shifted his eyes over to the two master's, one was crippled and the other one who called him a cosplayer. The hell was a cosplayer anyway. With an annoyed tone he spoke to the man smoking. "I have no idea what the hell a cosplayer is but it sounds stupid, Next time keep your ignorant comments to yourself or I will be taking back that tongue that I am so graciously letting you use."
Mammon's ears overheard shielders master, charity was possibly her name comment on her servant. He looked over his shoulder at her and gave her a dark smile, "Don't worry your boy scout has his hand soaked in the blood of warriors and innocents alike. Enough to earn him a place in hell if it wasn't for the meddling bastard you humans falsely refer to as god. Red headed one, do me a favor and inform my assistant that I will return in a little bit." With that Mammon disappeared into thin air.
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Uno quickly made his way through the crowd of people leaving the warehouse, only one thing was on his mind. He made his way to the room he had been granted access to. Once he arrived he quickly forced the door open and steeped inside. Under the bed was a small bag which he grabbed and opened. The contents inside were a faded golden necklace, a small have burnt doll, and an old looking book. Satsified that everything was there, Uno through the bag over his shoulder and excited the warehouse only to find that Mammon was no where to be seen. "Where did Lord Mammon go?" He looked like a small child looking around desperately for a parent who wasn't there.
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Mammon materialized on the roof of another building a little ways away. The wind blew past him and caused him to shiver even in the heavy black jacket he wore. He pulled out a pack of he things these humans called cigarettes from his pocket, Apparently the person who once owned this jacket. He lit the cigarette and raised it to his mouth, coughing on the first few puffs as he slowly got use to it. "Got to admit, These humans have a lot of neat things. Almost enough to make a demon jealous..." As he finished his sentence a small blue light about the size of a small rock shot from his chest and flew around him. A high pitched feminine laugh echoed from it. In one quick motion Mammon's free hand shot out and grabbed the light, he slammed his open palm against his chest and sighed. "Nice try but I'm not that jealous." Quietly he went back to his smoking."
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