#Considering I'm working on Mammon making a comeback in the background so... yeah

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Steadily, the pieces were falling into place, just like Mammon wanted and planned. As he enters the recording booth to record yet another single, he's practically buzzing with this newfound excitement he hasn't felt in decades. If he didn't know better, he could have sworn that someone must have slipped him something because it almost felt too good to be true, but no, this was reality, and he was making it into a reality. He had been waiting for this moment for far too long, and nothing was going to get in his way. Not now. Not ever.

As the disguised Sin adjusts his microphone, he checks to see one last time if his guitar is properly tuned, and then, once he's given the thumbs up, he wastes no time and starts to sing. He eagerly strummed away at the guitar's strings, clutching a familiar guitar pick between his fingers. Regardless of how many times he would sing or play, it just never got old to him, and it seemed to light him up, unlike anything else.

"𝅘𝅥    I wɑnt to see γouɾ ɑnimɑl side Let it ɑll out I wɑnnɑ see the diɾt undeɾ γouɾ skin I need γouɾ bɾoken pɾomises" "I wɑnt the guts ɑnd gloɾγ, bɑbγ, bɑbγ This town is wɑsted ɑnd ɑlone"

Fingers guide up and down the neck of the guitar with practiced ease; hips swaying side to side while his voice rises high before dropping low.

"But we ɑɾe ɑlive, heɾe in deɑth vɑlleγ But don't tɑke love off the tɑble γet 'Cɑuse tonight, it's just fiɾe ɑlɑɾms ɑnd losing γou We love ɑ lot, so we onlγ lose ɑ little But we ɑɾe ɑlive, we ɑɾe ɑlive, we ɑɾe ɑlive" "I wɑnt to see γouɾ ɑnimɑl side Let it ɑll out Oh, theɾe γou go, undɾess to impɾess You cɑn weɑɾ the cɾown but γou'ɾe no pɾincess" "So put the "D" in diɾt now, bɑbγ, bɑbγ Let's get γou wɑsted ɑnd ɑlone" "'Cɑuse we ɑɾe ɑlive, heɾe in deɑth vɑlleγ But don't tɑke love off the tɑble γet 'Cɑuse tonight, it's just fiɾe ɑlɑɾms ɑnd losing γou We love ɑ lot, so we onlγ lose ɑ little But we ɑɾe ɑlive, we ɑɾe ɑlive, we ɑɾe ɑlive " "We'ɾe going to die, it's just ɑ mɑtteɾ of time Hɑɾd times come, good times go I'm eitheɾ gone in ɑn instɑnt Oɾ heɾe 'til the bitteɾ end, I neveɾ know Whɑt I've got will mɑke γou feel moɾe ɑlive I'll be γouɾ fɑvoɾite dɾug, I will get γou high, I will get γou high " "We'ɾe still, we ɑɾe ɑlive, heɾe in deɑth vɑlleγ But don't tɑke love off the tɑble γet 'Cɑuse tonight, it's just fiɾe ɑlɑɾms ɑnd losing γou We love ɑ lot, so we onlγ lose ɑ little But we ɑɾe ɑlive, we ɑɾe ɑlive, we ɑɾe ɑlive    𝅘𝅥"

By the time the song ends, Mammon is left panting and trembling, as if he's just finished doing a vigorous workout, but he's far from tired. If anything, he wants to keep going, do more songs, and sing until he can't sing anymore. If that's the case, then maybe just maybe... He should shift into phase two. He's ready, but no, not yet.

This needs to be perfect.

SONG; FALL OUT BOY - DEATH VALLEY