Take your time, don't live too fast. Troubles will come and they will pass. Who: Leviathan (_gatekeeper_) and Mammon (never_enough) What: Meeting, and then sushi! Where: Texas When: Tuesday evening Warnings: None.
ExxonMobil. Leviathan tilted his head back and looked up at the impossibly tall building, squinting as he laid eyes on where the building became part of the sky. It made him a little giddy, just standing here. Hell didn't nearly have as many abnormalities as here.
He wandered in; said he was looking for Mammon but all he got was strange looks and hostile treatment. All of that ceased when he showed them the number on his talking contraption and they matched it to their VP. He signed in as Alden Castel and chewed on his name tag - it wasn't such a good idea because he felt like throwing up by the time the space shuttle doors opened on her floor.
In and out of the bathroom in three minutes, and he was following Mammon's trail to where she was sitting. He offered her a smile and the flowers in his hand, acquired not fifteen minutes ago from the florist a few blocks away.
Leviathan might be universally known, at least in Hell, as the harbinger of bad news, as his presence usually meant one's holiday on Earth was officially over, but let it not be said that he could not be charming and nice from time to time.