[The last stop was the grocery store- Bel didn't think he would be spending that much time here. He could always threaten some girl to make him dinner, or steal another's. Princes didn't cook, after all.]
[But as he lazily entered the grain aisle, he spotted a certain hooded figure that made Bel stop in his tracks entirely.]
[His mind wanted him to write it off as a trick, as an impostor. Mammon was dead, or as good as it. Bel watched him turn into that... thing right in front of his eyes. The Mammon he knew was gone, and the Vongola boss's plan wasn't going to bring him back. Mammon wouldn't be here, certainly not like this.]
[It had to be a trick, a setup that someone put up to take away his points.]
[Drawing knives out, Bel marched over, fully prepared to stab away whoever was mocking one of his few regrets.]
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[But as he lazily entered the grain aisle, he spotted a certain hooded figure that made Bel stop in his tracks entirely.]
[His mind wanted him to write it off as a trick, as an impostor. Mammon was dead, or as good as it. Bel watched him turn into that... thing right in front of his eyes. The Mammon he knew was gone, and the Vongola boss's plan wasn't going to bring him back. Mammon wouldn't be here, certainly not like this.]
[It had to be a trick, a setup that someone put up to take away his points.]
[Drawing knives out, Bel marched over, fully prepared to stab away whoever was mocking one of his few regrets.]