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254. The Anarchist (Leviathan)

Title: The Anarchist
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26528662
Platform: AO3
Creator: bubblemoon66
Work Type: Poem
Fandom: Leviathan
Rating: General Audiences
Pairing: None
Word count: 101
Warnings: None
Number of comments: 0
Completion Status: Complete
Short summary/description: A poem about Lilit and a bittersweet victory.

254. The Anarchist (Leviathan)

Title: The Anarchist
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26528662
Platform: AO3
Creator: bubblemoon66
Work Type: Poem
Fandom: Leviathan
Rating: General Audiences
Pairing: None
Word count: 101
Warnings: None
Number of comments: 0
Completion Status: Complete
Short summary/description: A poem about Lilit and a bittersweet victory.

What He’s Insecure About [Obey Me! Headcanons]

Obey Me! Masterlist

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Lucifer

• He wants to tell the how much he adores them, how he loves them. How that while he’s supposed to be the light-bearer, MC’s the light in his life.
• He cannot get the words out. He smirks at them instead of the soft smile he wants to give them. He’s cold and not warm. He tries to be soft with them, it comes out in small bits, but not as often as he wished it would.
• He’s worried that MC will get fed up with this and will leave him for someone that can express their emotions more readily and be more vulnerable with them. He’s going to try, he should be good at everything, he’s Lucifer. But this is something he struggles with.

Mammon

• He’s a screwup, a scum bag, good for nothing. He knows it. Everyone knows it. Well, everyone but them. And he’s terrified that they’ll wizen up to it.
• He’s terrified that they’ll stop forgiving him, stop standing up for him, will call him the same names that everyone throws at him.
• He tries to not be such a loser. He tries so hard, but his greed gets to him and he messes up again. He punishes himself more than Lucifer could even try to.

Leviathan

• He’s holding them back and people will start to think awful things of them just for associating themselves with him.
• He does not want them to get the sort of reputation he has as some loser, shut-in. He knows he’s not good enough, but he doesn’t want them to start thinking that.
• He’s worried that they’ll see that it’ll happen – even if it doesn’t – and they’ll start to actually believe it and turn away from him.
• He wants to hold onto them tightly, he doesn’t want to lose his only friend.

Satan

• He’s terrified that MC will become terrified of him. He tries so hard to keep his cool around them and to make sure they don’t see the hideous monster that he is.
• He knows that it’s only a matter of time before they run in to see him truly wrathful, the monster that everyone has warned them about, the monster that will drive them away.
• He wants them to know that he will never hurt them, that he would never do anything to hurt them, that they are safe.
• But he knows that seeing a monster can mean more than his words.

Asmodeus

• He realizes he has a reputation as the Avatar of Lust. He’s worried that the reputation will make them think that he doesn’t truly love them, even though he loves them more than anything, even himself.
• He’s worried that his looks won’t be enough to keep them. His looks can convey how much he loves them, even if he were to tattoo it on his flawless skin.
• He tries so hard to show that he does love them, that he is faithful to them. That he would never cheat on them or betray them. That everything will be with their consent.
• He loves them, but he doesn’t know how to prove it.

Beelzebub

• He’s terrified he won’t be able to protect them when they need him most. He feels he’s already let them down throughout the year, but now that fear is even worse
• He’s already felt the burden of failing one loved one – and in response, the rest of his loved ones – he can’t stand the thought of it happening again.
• He stands at their bodyguard whenever he thinks that they could potentially be in danger, always on alert and on the lookout.
• Still, the thoughts are always in the back of his head and plague his nightmares.

Belphegor

• Being awake and present is difficult for him. He’s worried that he won’t be able to be there for MC like they deserve. He does work on trying to be more awake, getting into a proper sleep cycle, chugging caffeine, but he’s still always exhausted.
• He falls asleep when he doesn’t want to and he’s worried MC will get fed up with that. Fed up that he’s too tired to go out. He’ll try, but it’s hard.
• He becomes a bit indifferent because of this, even though he does care to the point where it tears him up inside.

Diavolo

• He has a very important job as the successor to the throne and he’s worried that it will drive a wedge between them.
• He has to prioritize his job over them at times and he’s worried that they may not understand.
• He’s worried that him being a demon and them being a human will be too much for them, especially given his role.
• He’ll try his best to communicate and be upfront about it, but he feels they deserve more than a prince could give them.

Barbatos

• His abilities lead to rumors spreading like wildfires. He’s fearful that rumors will spread that he used his powers to force them to be with him.
• The thoughts get to him and he wonders if he unconsciously used his powers to force them to be with him. It tears him apart at the thought of even doing it.
• He wonders if they would be happy with anyone else, the realities are out there. He just wants them to be the happiest that they could ever be – even if it’s not with him.

Simeon

• If he doesn’t belong in the Celestial Realm, he doesn’t belong in the Devildom, does he truly belong with them?
• He’s processing what’s happened to him, slowly. He’ll come to terms with it eventually, but he wonders if MC will process it well.
• Will they reject him just as he’s been rejected by others?
• He wants a home to go to, he feels that their arms are his home, but he doesn’t want those arms to push him away.

Solomon

• All of the demons know him as the shady sorcerer for trying to form pacts with them and understand the workings of the Devildom to ensure the safety of the human realm.
• Still, those rumors have even spread to other sorcerers and witches to where they also don’t trust him.
• He tries his best to be genuine with them, even if he can be a bit mischievous.
• He desperately wants them to trust him, he would never do anything to betray that trust if they gave it to him.

His Preferred Method of Transportation [Obey Me! Headcanons]

Obey Me! Masterlist

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Lucifer:Limousine

• It’s elegant, it screams sophistication, and it makes people think he’s someone important, which he is.
• He can drink some demonus in the back and not have to worry about getting anywhere. Sometimes, he’ll just tell the driver to drive around so he doesn’t have to go to an event or back home right away.
• Don’t tell him they’re also associated with annoying kids for prom
• It’s also big enough to where he can pick up his brothers if there’s something going on

Mammon: Sports Car

• He likes driving any sports car, really. Though, his own car will always be his favorite.
• He likes how expensive they are, how they look, and how fast they can go.
• He never really makes his own car go fast, he’s scared that all of his hard work will go up in flames if he wrecks it.
• Will still rent a sports car every now and then to show off

Leviathan:Boat

• He likes being out on the water and boats are typically not as crowded as other methods of transportation.
• He also feels like that if it is crowded and if he gets overwhelmed, he can escape on all sides of the boat.
• He shouldn’t, he knows that, but the option’s always there if he really gets desperate
• He can also secretly have Lotan swim alongside the boat if the water’s deep/dark enough.

Satan: Aerial Tramways

• He doesn’t know why, but being up high is appealing. He likes being able to see around a large area and see what’s going on.
• Perhaps it’s because he doesn’t have wings that he appreciates this more than his other brothers.
• He also likes that Lucifer is uncomfortable being in high places when he’s not in control of it.
• Will hold that over Lucifer for a very long time.

Asmodeus: Double Decker Bus

• He likes being able to sightsee on these buses and people watch more easily than on other methods of transportation.
• They usually drive by some cool places, which is always great for a selfie
• He gets that natural windblown look, too.
• If he gets cold or if the weather turns, he can go to the lower level, no problem

Beelzebub: Party Bike

• He likes the aspect of being able to exercise while he’s being transported from one location to the next. In fact, for this, he can give the bike enough power so he can be the only passenger on it.
• He can also eat all of the food and drink all of the drinks as the only passenger, too
• He does like it when his family joins him, it’s more fun
• The only downside is that the party bike never has enough food for him.

Belphegor: Being Carried Around

• He likes just falling asleep everywhere he goes. If someone’s carrying him, he doesn’t have to worry about missing his stop. They’ll take him where he needs to go
• It’s nice, too, because he knows that his family does actually care for him and doesn’t just tolerate him
• He will try to be annoying about it and just suddenly put all of his weight on someone until they are forced to at least drag him somewhere

Diavolo:Walking

• He likes to walk around his kingdom to see how things are going and check in on his people.
• It’s nice that he has this freedom now after being locked up as a child in his castle.
• He does tend to wander while he’s walking around, so he has to keep track of the twists and turns he takes
• He has had to call either Lucifer or Barbatos to come and find him - He knows he could use his GPS, but he wants to show them what he found.

Barbatos:Train

• He enjoys being able to sit by a window on a train and just relax
• He can finally tune out and not worry about the next task at hand - that’ll occur when he gets to his next stop.
• He can take time to do some hobbies if he wishes: knitting, reading, sipping a cup of tea, whatever he pleases
• He does also enjoy sampling different foods on the dining carts for the more upscale trains

Simeon:Funiculars

• A lot of forms of transportation have buttons that he can’t ever figure out. For a funicular, there’s not much for him to do except get on and just relax
• He likes that they usually provide a unique view while still being on the ground
• The very steep ones are also very exciting and he thinks that they should be impossible - but there they are

Luke:Unicycle

• It took him a lot of practice to get good enough to try it
• Mammon was the one that had first helped him with it. He would never admit it, but it was fun
• Now he enjoys the praise he gets from others when he’s able to get around with no problem
• Makes him taller, too. The others can’t call him short when he’s riding it

Solomon:Subway

• It’s not necessarily the subway that he enjoys, but rather the subway station
• There are also such a vast variety of people that take the subway and he likes to watch them
• Sometimes he’ll hustle with some low-key magic tricks that could be considered just trick of the eye - it’s real magic, shhh
• It’s a reminder that he loves how chaotic people can be

In case you missed it, here’s a list of the fics/headcanons I posted last week!

Fics

Sweet Things [Barbatos/Lance]

Cold Hands [Barbatos/Lance]

Club Dancing [Barbatos/Lance]

Wishing Board [Barbatos/Lance]

Proposal [Barbatos/Lance]

Amnesia [Barbatos/Lance]

Headcanons

MC’s Immortality is Wrong (Minus Luke)

His Favorite Form of Transportation

What He’s Insecure About (Minus Luke)

Leviathan x GN!Mc

Walking in on Levi in his Ruri Cosplay is not as embarassing as he seems to think it is.

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I welcome our new lobster overlord, in hope that it would lead better than our current leaders.

ERNIE HUDSON

From the GHOSTBUSTERS movie franchise (looking forward to the new one!) to THE CROW to George P. Cosmatos’ LEVIATHAN to the TALES FROM THE CRYPT TV show and everything in between, Ernie Hudson deserves a spotlight in this #BlackHorrorMonth#BlackHistoryMonth

Inspired by @hyper-super-clover’sstory. One cannot just go on a beach vacation and not bring Henry gifts for his aquarium.

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Leviathan Kids D&D Alignments:

(Blah blah blah no character or person can be condensed to a single alignment yeah I know but let me live a little)

Alek: Lawful Good

While Alek does not necessarily follow all the legal rules of wherever he is (stealing in Leviathan, the occasional murder) everything he does is based off a rule code. When other people don’t follow those rules, he gets upset. Specifically, the scene where Alek brings supplies to the ship so he could help them, and Deryn turns him in to the officers. People are supposed to be grateful for help, and they were not, and he got upset. Also, Alek wants to help people as best as he can, and often the way he ends up helping is by filling his social niche in the situation. The best example of this is how Alek approached the whole Goliath situation, performing in front of the cameras and having a press tour because that would get the job done, even though he hated it so so much. More specifically, when Alek and Volger are talking about what to do about Tesla; while Volger suggested murder, Alek suggested having a conversation and befriending the inventor. Violence is rarely his first reaction. He also performs within his socially defined role, even if he hates it. He does what is expected of him for the most part, and when he does occasionally break out of that role, it’s always to help someone (i.e., giving Malone his secret to keep him from writing about Deryn)

Deryn: Neutral Good

An argument could be made for Chaotic Good for Deryn, but she follows the rules too much. Sure, she breaks just about as many rules as she follows, but she only breaks the ones that hinder her personally. The strict schedules on the Leviathan and the orders of the military don’t seem to bother her that much. She also isn’t quite impulsive enough to be chaotic. Even the most harebrained schemes are thought out at least a little. There is a clear thought process that we get to see. And she does like helping people, even if not as much as Alek does. She’s very quick to realize when something is wrong or unfair, but she’s less willing to burn it all down and start over than other chaotic characters.

Lilit: Chaotic Good

While Deryn didn’t break enough rules to be Chaotic Good, Lilit certainly does. Everything she does flies in the face of either the law or some sort of social convention. She’s been raised to realize that when talking and asking nicely doesn’t work, the only thing left is carefully planned explosions. (To be fair, her plans are also thought out, but we get no insight as to her thought process the same way we see Deryn’s.) Also, once her people got in a position of power, she was still fighting and arguing with them (for good reason, of course). Every time they try to get her to stop fighting for the right thing, she comes back swinging again. Rules mean nothing to her. Authority means nothing to her. The only things that matter are right and wrong and so help her if you get in the way of that.

Newkirk: True Neutral

To be fair, part of this choice is the fact that we the readers do not see a lot of Newkirk in the text, and when we do it’s almost always in comparison with Deryn. However, the biggest reasons for choosing this alignment are the reason he became an airman despite his dislike of fabricated beasts, and his general attitude towards battle. He’s not any of the Good Alignments because he doesn’t care as much about helping people. During fights, Deryn repeatedly is described as feeling sickened by all the death and violence around them, and Newkirk is more or less unfazed. He’s not thriving off the carnage, but it doesn’t affect him the same way. Also, he’s only an airman because his mother said it was the safest place for him. He doesn’t particularly like flying or care about any of the other benefits of being in the air service, but it’s the best move for his personal well-being and he’s going to take it. He doesn’t like the fabs but he doesn’t outright hate them, and he usually does fine with them as long as they don’t bother him. It’s only then that he gets squeamish.

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@anzynai​ i dids it

Did Levi make the tank big so he could like swim in there with Henry or something otherwise homie looks kinda lonely

Snek!

Communication

Ghost of Sparta by David Nakayama

No Nut November

Part 1

A/n: just a lil something for fun based on a very real conversation I had with my friends

Obey Me Mammon Angst Skits: Angstober 2021 Edition

Day 1 (Late): STAB in the BACK

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Warnings: 

• This will be angst, as most of my stuff tends to be. That, and on the count that I am using the Angstober Calander, I would assume you all know what is going on here. 
• There will be descriptions of blood in this short fic.
• Typical emotional angst, family drama, and mentions or references of depression may or may not be present. 
• There will be a ‘Keep Reading’ UNDER the Angstober PNG. Only continue if you really want to. 
• Make sure to be safe. Thanks for stopping by. 
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• Have a good day.

There was many things people could use to identify the Avatar of Greed. So many choice words that others could have for him. 

As everyone was- Mammon was prone to flaw, and prone to make mistakes. It was part of being alive. Part of being a conscious being. Nobody and nothing is perfect. Because perfect isn’t a thing that is set in stone. 

Even so… on top of being what people would classify as the Scumbag of Hell- the loser- if one must- there was one thing that he had that anyone could find admirable. 

Despite his scummy nature, and his outbursts, and his terrible selfishness- the one thing that everyone knew Mammon to be- was Loyal.

How could he not be? If he wasn’t- he wouldn’t have stuck around as long as he has. On top of everything- he would always make sure his family came first- no matter what it did to him. At the expense of his comfort, and safety, and his happiness. He would give up everything, if it kept them safe, because that is what good brothers did. 

It’s too bad… that he knew that they wouldn’t do the same. 

-

It started off as an argument. Didn’t it always? No matter what he did, he proved to be a disappointment, or an embarrassment. They looked down on him, because he was who he was. 

He wasn’t smart, or good looking. He wasn’t talented in art, or emotionally stable, and competant. He wasn’t everything they could be. The only thing he was- was a fighter. 

NO matter what context it could be taken in.. he fought his hardest. He tried his best. 

He would be damned if he ever failed when his brothers in a situation where they lives would be in danger. 

He would always help them… and he would never have betrayed them. 

That is the one thing he could be proud of hismelf for…

…

The white haired demon rolled over on his bed, and grunted, as he heard his name being called. Without a moments hesitation, he stood up, and walked down to the first floor of the house, before stopping at the front door, where all of his brothers stood. 

“Is he here?” a voice asked from the other side of the door. 

The black haired man nodded, before stepping to the side, to reveal Mammon. The white haired sibling looked at all of his siblings, who stood there- giving him looks that could be seen as … regretful?

“Hello, Hello, Mammon! It is nice to meet you! Very nice indeed!” the man grinned, as he stepped into the place, grabbing the man’s hand in a firm handshake. Mammon, in return, slid his hand away, looking unamused, and rather weirded out. 

“Who are you?” he asked the figure, before the man grinned back. 

“I am a local collector… and you see… I am here… to collect YOU.” The man smiled, before tipping his hat. “Neutralize him, boys!” 

Mammon felt alarm starting to flow through his veins. He stepped back, before looking around at his siblings, who all maintained a rather unphased, or partially hurt expessions. 

More of them teetered on the lines of being uncaring, though…

“What… what the hell is going on?! You guys know something, don’t you?!” he looked at all of them accusingly. “What the fuck are they here for?!” He grabbed the near lamp, and quickly used it to hit one of the men upside the head, while his brothers all moved to one corner of the area to watch. 

Lucifer walked forward, all of the other siblings staying behind. 

“Mammon… please don’t fight it. You are going to make this worse than it needs to be…” the red eyed demon stated, before he got closer to his sibling, who, in turn, turns the lamp on the eldest. 

“What the fuck are they trying to do, huh?! Tell them to leave!!” he nearly pleaded, just to feel a hand on his shoulder, from one of the strangers. “Let me go! Get off!” 

Mammon started to shift into his demon form, but Lucifer used his own magic to cancel it out. The eldest sibling of pride shook his head. “One more minute with Mammon… then you can go…” he looked to the men, before they nodded. 

Mammon looked up at the older sibling, tearing up. His panic, and fear, and pure adrenaline were coursing through him, despite magic keeping him stuck in place. 

“Just who do you think you are?! Huh?! What is going on?!” he demanded to know, trying to struggle. It was pointless, his fear continued to grow, as well as an overwhelming feeling of betrayal, and apprehension. 

“You know how you said that if you coud… you would go back in time… and save Lilith? That if you could… you would do ANYTHING to bring her back…?” Lucifer asked down to his sibling, maintaining a somewhat saddened, but still cold gleam in his eyes. “Now… now we can.” 

Dread fell over Mammon, 

Would… would they all really have-?!

Yes. 

They would… 

“You… fucking bartered me… TO GET LILITH BACK?! How fucking stupid are you?!” Mammon yelled out to his sibling, before trying to thrash around again. “Why the hell would you dow this?! Huh?!”

Lucifer’s face soured, before he shook his head, and looked down. “Stop being so selfish, Mammon. You take stuff from us all the time… the least you could do… is finally do something and give back to us.” he stated, before nodding over to the men- who started to drag Mammon away. 

Mammon started to thrash, but he was significantly weaker. It wasn’t until now that he felt a small pain in his neck. He must have been drugged when he was paralyzed and distracted. 

The white haired man looked around at all of them, before tears started to fall from his eyes. He grit his teeth as energy continued to leave him. He barely processed Satan and Beel moving forward, to make objections, but Lucifer looked at them, and they stepped back into place. 

As he was dragged out to the sidewalk, Mammon felt himself getting dropped on the ground, and a circle of sorts was constructed of blood, and golden shavings. 

The man that had greeted Mammon at the door just a few minutes ago started to speak again. “Your barter is much appreciated, Dear Pride. Now- I shall deliver!’ the man grinned, before stepping down to where Mammon was, pulling out what looked like a holy object. It seemed to be a dagger. 

Mammon felt it getting plunged into his back, and twisted several times, which make him choke back a yell of pain. 

The Avatar of Greed’s world continued to get darker and darker as he heard some words prayed or yelled off in the directions of the heavens… and a beam of light flowing into the summoning circle that had been drawn before. 

Within a small blur of light… a young girl appeared. She seemed to be unconscious. 

“Now… to seal back the realm of which we have retrieved your kin… I am afraid we need to finsih of the host of the pathway that was used to acquire your request.” the man chuckled. 

He walked over to Mammon, and grabbed the white haired man’s head. 

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, MorningStar. Let me know if you would ever want another sibling up for trade” The stranger looked down to Mammon, who struggled to breathe. 

‘I… really did mean nothing to them..’ Mammon thought as he teared up more, looking down. The knife in his back used for whatever sick ritual this was- was just an ironic inconvenience. somehow… he didn’t turn to dust when it was used on him.. ‘I hate them….”I hate them, I hate them, I hate them…” he cought hismelf thinking bitterly as he bit his lip. ‘Those bastards…’

With a quick movement- the man snapped the avatar of greed’s neck, and Mammon’s eyes grew larger as the golden color left them- leaving plain, darkened iris’s and an unfocused pair of pupils. 

Fate truly was cruel… in the end… 

The rest of the demon kind ended up being more Greedy than Mammon had been. 

They got Lilith back… and they sold their brothers life to do so. 

//Someone said that they would be interested in this AU being turned into a fanfiction. If you know who you are, well, here you go, dear reader.//

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It was funny. 

The cost of not abiding by one’s own nature was usually dissatisfaction. It usually was a sense of emptiness. Lack of self identity, if their nature was that big of a part of themselves. However, with time, you will either get eaten alive by it, or you will surpress, and control it. It depended on determination and the will or drive to accomplish such a difficult task. 

Try as he might, Mammon usually failed at self control. 

He had a hard time controlling his sin, because he was too busy trying to help his siblings with what they needed. 

The sin rested within him, and was acted on as it started to set the buzzing off in his mind that he wanted something. ‘That flower looks so pretty. Take it. Take it for yourself, no one is looking.’ It almost always resulted in theft. 

It started out so small at first. So seemingly insignificant.

So miniscule and laughable. 

Like most things, though- flowers became objects of value. Objects of value became actual money. He tried. Really he did. He tried so hard to make the urges go away, but even so, he doesn’t have time to try and seek help to slow his sin down. 

He doesn’t help, or the patience, or the energy for it. 

That brought him to the pit of constant annoyance he was within now. He had pulled himself to a hault. Trying desperately to ignore his sin as he barracaded himself in his room, covered himself in blankets, and blocked his view from anything other than the dakrness. 

The darkness, though, didn’t stop his yearning imagination. 

Gold. Gold and jewels, and glimmering objects. Love, and affection, and attention. There were so many things he was greedy for. Physically, and emotionally. No matter what he did, he wasn’t satisfied in life. Both because he was incompetant, and because of his constant yearning for MORE. He can’t be happy with 'some’ or 'enough’. He can’t be happy with 'for now’ or 'later’. 

He wants it. 

He longs for it.

He does his damndest to acquire it, at the cost of his brothers and sometimes his friends’ patience. He tried to gain what he yearns for any way he knows how, because that is the only way he will get it. 

Stopping these sensations feel worse that being caste down to the depths of the devildom by his father, and the angels of which serve him. He will always say that he doesn’t regret following Lucifer down here. Lucifer is his brother. They are all his brothers. He would do it again, even if he had a chance at a better life, and better treatment. 

He knew damn well that the way he was treat in his family was not fair. 

However, he has no room to complain… does he? 

He would have to endure whatever pain he could so he could better himself. Even if it meant that he would suffer. He could do it for them. He WOULD do it for them. 

Closing his eyes, he made a silent promise to himself, and he clenched his hands together. He wasn’t going to act on his greed anymore. If he did… he would severely punish himself. 

No matter what.

-

Resting under the covers of his bed, Mammon kept his hands under his rump, the tingling in his fingers had not ceased and it had been over a month. They twitched and jolted. He desperately wanted to take anything that wasn’t his. The gnawing in his mind from the sin that was a part of him mocked his every move. It tried to nag on him, and persuade him to give up. 

He felt cold. 

Too cold. 

Everything hurt. 

It spun, and made him feel nauseus.

'Come on, steal something. You know you want to. Treat yourself, for working so hard… there is a snack cake in the freezer Beel got. Don’t you think it looked good?’ a small voice coaxed in his mind. 'Go and take it for yourself, It’s not like he doesn’t have anything else to eat~' 

Mammon shivered, and bit his lip, before digging his nails into the mattress under him. He shook his head no, which only agitated him. The buzzing getting louder and louder. 

As his internal turmoil continued- the man only knit his eyebrows closer together, and grunted. Any and all thoughts he was having before that point were halted for a mere few seconds as he heard a voice calling out to him from the hallway. 

“Mammon, get out here. Lucifer is complaining about you not doing something and it’s getting annoying. Get it done so he will shut up.” Good to hear from you too, Satan. 

The second eldest brother merely dug his nails into his mattress again, and bit back a groan- before pulling the blankets off of his head, and inching his way toward the door of his room. He stood in front of it, just staring for a few seconds as he fidgets his hands in his pants pockets. Tapping his fingers on his legs, grasping ot the cloth- anything to keep them from being out in the open, where he could just grab whatever was in the open. 

He quickly took his right hand out of his pocket, opened the door, and put it back in his pocket, before using his foot to push it open the rest of the way. He didn’t bother acknowleding the blonde sibling, who stood there looking at him in annoyance. 

he just walked past, and started to make his way to Lucifer’s office. Sadly, that was one of the biggest broblem areas for him. On top of that… his chest was starting to feel funny. 

There was a small burst of what could be described as congestion..? But then it subsided again. Mammon’s fingers were grasping at the cloth in his pockets again, trembling not out of fear, but still out of self restraint. 

He opened the door to Lucifer’s office, and walked into the room, keeping his eyes on the floor as he avoided looking around the well decorated space. He could almost hear the subconscious voice within him again, the buzzing in his head spiking as he just knew how much cool and pretty stuff was in this room. 

'Stop thinking about it… stop… stop… no.. don’t look around.’ he was talking down to himself mentally, profusely sweating as his nails dug at his protected flesh

“Mammon. I asked you to go and get something earlier today. Care to tell me why you didn’t get what I asked of you completed?” the man glared to his younger sibling, who, in turn, kept staring at the ground. 

“S-sorry. I forgot…” he tried to leave the excuse brief. He felt like he was going to throw up. 

His chest was starting to hurt again. 

'Come on, steal something. Take it. He has all of these cool things, you need to treat yourself too, you know. It’s not like your brother is going to.’ the idea coaxed. It mocked him. 

The white haired demon leans forward, feeling pressure in his throat, and a splitting pain pulsate through his head as he bit back a bit of a yelp. He shook his head, and kept his hands in his pockets, feeling it was getting harder and harder to breathe. 

“Mammon! Answer my question!” a stern, annoyed voice interjected. It slashed through his thoughts with a mighty tone, and made the white haired demon flinch. That, though, was a mistake. The second he leans forward from flinching, he felt as thought he was choking. There was something in his thraot- he could feel it there. 

But how? He wasn’t getting sick. He didn’t eat anything recently..! 

He quickly looks up to the red eyed demon with teary eyes, not willing to try and ask him for help. Instead, he dashed out of the room, and slammed the door behind himself- before making a b-line to the bathroom that rested in the hallway between a closet, and another room that was hardly used. 

Locking the door  behind himself, and falling to his knees, Mammon started to gag, and wheeze, trying to get his air back. His face had darkened, and his eyes wouldn’t stop watering from the lack of desired oxygen. His head was pounding, and he coudl feel his heart racing. It hurt. It really fucking hurt. Fuck!

He struggled, and struggled, gagging, and choking on the slightest bits of air that were coming through. 

Eventually, he coughed up a mass of blood into the toilet, and something heavier made a firm 'tinkk’ noise as it hit the whitened porcelain. 

After taking about half a minute to breathe, and clear his clouded vision- Mammon concentrated on the bloodied water of the toilet, and spots what had made such a heavy noise. 

There, resting int the water, and washed of the blood that had followed it from the ailing demon’s throat- was a brilliant golden pearl. 

((To Be Continued))

More time spent walking soon was complimented with the arrival of their destination. Mammon was behind Satan, mainly aiming his interests in looking around, rather than touching anything. There were a lot of things on the shelves- including objects that weren’t quite library items. However, they were a nice touch. Good thing Mammon brought his wallet. 

Not that Satan knew that, of course. 

“Alright, I have a general idea of what we can do first. However, if we can’t follow it directly that is fine. We just need to make sure not to get lost. I think we are perfectly capable of doing that, right?” Satan chuckled before slightly punching Mammon in the arm, who only huffed with a smile and a roll of the eyes. 

“Yeah, Yeah, I know. I will try to stay on task, alright?” he puffed up his cheeks in defiance, before looking over to the first corner. “So is that where we are goin’ first?”

After looking back to his small plansheet, Satan nodded to his older sibling, before putting it under his arm. 

“Yeah, that would be it. Let’s go while there is a bit of free space.” the blonde walked ahead of the white haired sibling, gently pulling him along. Mammon didn’t mind that he was being tugged along, in all honestly. It reminded him of all those times Satan was showing him to his newest projects. Back when he was way more ambitious. “From what I read, this is supposed to be an exhibit of rare flowers. They got ahold of some resin for the human realms, and preserved these with the help of of some demon magic.”

“That is pretty cool!” he slightly exclaimed, before going back to relative silence. He looked around a couple other demons, before he finally got to see an un-onscured version of these plants. Most of them are from the human realm. He has seen a lot of them before- but- Satan wouldn’t know that. 

All of these flowers were so new. They were a pure experience for him, and Mammon would be damned if he let himself ruin it for his sibling by saying. “Oh, I’ve seen these before." 

Satan went to admire a lot of the differing colors, and shapes, and sizes. In the end, his eyes fell on a strange flower indeed. The flower was colored a soft chiffon hue with a peach pink blush on the ends of the petals. The petals of the flower formed in what looked like a cluster- giving it a pompom like shape. 

Looking down at the label, Mammon remembered what this flower was from one of those human flower shops. Dahlias. 

Specifically a PomPom Dahlia. There was another Dahlia species nearby that maintained the same formation in general relativity. Most likely an Anemone Dahlia- with how dtifferent some of the patterns seemed. 

"This human realm flower looks cool.” the older sibling noted to the younger blonde, before pointing at it. 

The two soon started to talk about it, making some small talk over this pretty, and somewhat unnatural, dare some say, unnerving plant. 

Eventually, the two shifted their attention to other flowers, either admiring them, or poking fun at them here and there. After about five minutes, they walked over to a different table, and looked at the contents, before looking at each other. 

There were some really old pieces of paper, with what looked like exremely aged writing, and drawings. Stuff that didn’t seem to belong in their own histories. It must have been a human based artifact that they were willing to share. 

Mammon soon wrapped his arm over Satan’s shoulders, slightly hesitant, just in case the other didn’t want to be touched. Satan didn’t seem to mind it, looking over to Mammon with more of a curious expression than an angry one. “What’s up? What do you need?” he questioned the older demon, before folding some of the papers he had used to write a few things down under his arm. 

“I don’t need anything I just needed to tell you one thing. C'mere real quick-” Mammon made a small gesture with his hand, becking the other in for him to be whispered to. 

Satan, of course, complied, before Mammon laughed, and started to give him a noogie. 

“Mammon, stop, you’re messing up my hairrrr.” the blonde complained, before pulling himself free of the others arm, and crossing his own, as he looked up to him. “Look at what you did- Mam-” he pointed up to his hair, a somewhat cross expression tugged on his face. 

Mammon started to suddenly get apprehensive- before putting his hands up, and backing up as he waves his hands, feeling as though he had critically upset the other sibling. 

“H-Hey, Satan! I didn’t mean to upset ya- sorry- I’ll just- uh- I’ll just go-” he was backing up, getting ready to leave, before Satan lunged forward a little bit, and put his own hands up into Mammon’s hair, laughing a bit. “Ah-?!”

“I will get my revenge- don’t you try to stop me!” he exclaimed a little quietly, chuckling to the older sibling as he started vigorously shake his hands around Mammon’s mop, making the hair look wild and untamed. Sort of like if ‘bedhead’ 'Bad-hair-day’ and 'Stress 100’ all combined into one unholy chimeric abomination. This would be it.

Mammon started to playfully whine, falling to his knees on the floor in the library. They both might have been either getting weird stares, or small chuckles, but he didn’t care.

He was having fun.

Satan was still roughing up his head, making sure that at least some of it was knotted. At this point, Mammon flopped back on the floor, and stuck up his hands. 

“Noooo, mercyyyyyy! Not my glorious mane! How could you do this to me you monsterrrrrr!” he rolled over on his stomach, and continued to whine to the younger sibling, who only laughed back, putting his talk planning sheet off to the side. 

The other people in the book-fair were mainly amused. Both of them were relatively silent, despite the dramatic sound to both of their voices, so they weren’t disturbing anyone or anything. The people running the book fair were also fair amused by this whole ordeal. Soon, though, the interaction had to end. Both of the men got up from the floor, dusting bits of dander, fallen hairs, and dirt from their clothing. 

Mammon’s head was a hot mess, and Satan’s was a little roughed up but still in a distinguishable hairstyle. 

The siblings took some time out to breathe, going to a few more stations in the Book Fairs Event. Most of these included small trinkets, pieces of history, some strange items, a couple stories, and a lot of estranged miscellenious events. 

Time was flying by. 

Going by so quickly. 

The greedy part of mammon continued to call out, wishing feelings like this would last forever. The last time he remembered ever play wrestling with Satan was when the other was still a very young child. 

It was a special kind of energy that can’t simply be replicated. It was special to him. 

At the end of the night, both of the demons leave the Book Fair with several small bags, and some 'samples’ that someone had given them. Satan was rambling on in excitement about the few new books he got, and Mammon continued to listen in interest as they walked home.

The air was cool, and the moon was full. 

Beautiful nights like these were ware… he wondered if he could have them… forever.

((To Be Contiued))

A very chaotic fight.

Better stay away from angry demons.

So I’m making another obey me meme. How these demons(and mc?) babysit baby boy wrath Satan.

Bonus from me. If I was babysitting a child, that child would be dead by now…

Alright, this is maybe ooc but I still want to draw small Satan!!