Now that Envy is done, it’s time to meet Greed. A few Sins back I introduced an imp named The Banker, and he’s the main ‘agent’ for Mammon, the prince of Greed.
Greed will be a story arc, very similar to Gluttony and how Envy eventually turned out. I hope you enjoy.
The words echoed in her mind. “I don’t want to have it all, I just want to have enough!” the driving beat of the song continued to echo throughout her head, and finally she snorted.
“I do want it all.” She muttered, kicking the ground with her foot. The truth was, she wanted everything. Money, love, fame, everything. She would make a deal with the devil right now if she thought she could have it all.
So, imagine her surprise when she walked in the door of her small apartment that night and saw a little imp sitting in front of a big book, writing down figures with a gold feather quill.
“What are you!?” she screeched.
“I’m The Banker.” He smiled toothily at her, and put his quill down. “And I’m here to make you a deal. Your soul for everything, just like you’ve always wanted.” He sat back on her threadbare couch that she had gotten from a Goodwill, and she put down her tatty handbag, her eyes narrowing.
“My soul huh? Explain further.” She closed the door just in case anyone happened to chance by while she discussed her soul with the demon. Knowing her luck, they’d see her talking to thin air and have her committed.
“Susannah Marie Templeton. Orphaned at a young age by a car crash which killed your parents. No siblings, left to live in foster homes. Only found one that actually gave you the support you craved, but they had to move out of state and the state wouldn’t let you go. You floundered through school the best you could under the circumstances, and are now stuck working a dead end check out girl job.” The banker shook his head. “You also despise the pit of poverty you find yourself in, and you want to move up, but you’re not exactly willing to sell your body for it. However…” the imp stood up and shuffled over to her, his head barely reaching her waist. “Your soul isn’t as precious as your body, apparently.” He snickered at his joke as he looked pointedly between her legs.
“Very funny.” She said flatly, eyeing off the demon. “So you want to fuck me and then I’ll have things I want, is that it?”
“Oh goodness no. If I want a fuck, I have succubi down in hell for that. Why would I want some prissy virgin who wouldn’t even give it up to her high school boyfriends? No, Susannah Marie Templeton, I want your soul.” The Banker snapped his fingers, and a large rolled parchment appeared in both of his hands. “This right here is a contract. You see, I need people like you. Greedy, covetous people who want everything and want it right now. Your looks, your desire for it all, I can use this. I will use you in order to spread avarice and corruption here on Earth, and in return you get everything you want. And I mean everything, Ms Templeton. Money, Houses, Cars, Men, whatever your black little heart desires. And when you die, I get your soul.” He smiled thinly, rolling out the parchment. “This is the contract. Feel free to look it over. If you don’t sign it in seven days, however, the offer is off the table. I wouldn’t recommend giving it to a lawyer, they won’t see the words. It’s for your eyes only, as they say.” The imp shuffled back to his book, and snatched up off the table.
“I’ll see you in a week, dearie.” He snapped his fingers, and he was gone again, the smell of sulphur in the air. Susannah held the parchment in her hands for a few minutes before blinking rapidly, then sinking down into her couch and beginning to read it rapidly.