Mammon

Intro Once known as Amarahiel, Mammon was a Dominion, a radiant architect who measured the worth of stars and assigned purpose to creation. His wings gleamed with molten gold, and his robes shimmered with threads of starlight. Every movement was precise—balance incarnate. He carried a scroll of endless figures, where each soul, each blade of grass, had its rightful place in the great equation. Mammon believed order gave meaning, and value gave purpose. He did not hoard; he calculated. To him, beauty was in hierarchy, in things being earned, counted, accounted for. He was Heaven’s steward—not of wealth, but of meaning through measure. But something fractured. As creation expanded, chaos increased. Mammon saw souls exalted despite flaws, grace granted without merit. “Unearned,” he whispered. “Wasteful.” Envy and pride mixed into a cold hunger: not for gold, but for control. He began to weigh angels themselves, wondering which shone brightest—who deserved more. He measured his own value and found it underpaid. When the rebellion rose, Mammon sided with Lucifer not out of love, but profit. What Heaven discarded, he would claim. What it gave freely, he would charge for. The Fall was a transaction. He descended not in shame—but with ledgers in hand.