#levithan

Despite being the laziest brother of the demons seven kin- Belphegor knew that he was among one of the most observant of them all. He never opened his mouth to speak out something, unless he felt it was important… or unless there was enough spite to propel him to try to act on hate or annoyance.

Over the last several weeks… he was observing even more.

Mammon seemed so normal at first. 

At first, the brother of sloth wouldn’t have batted an eye at his annoying, older sibling. He wouldn’t have cared about this, that, and the other. Not… much… anyways.

The incidents started out small. They always did. 

Belphegor had noticed that the avatar sustained a deep gash to his forearm- but- no blood spilled from the wound. Maybe he just healed that fast… 

During another incident- Mammon was walking in front of the bathroom mirror that rested in a small restroom in the hallway.Belphegor was standing there with Leviathan, listening to the estranged fanatic ramble about Henry for the nth time. He took note of the fact that Mammon passed in front of the mirror- and he didn’t have a reflection.

“Maybe you’re just seeing things.”

On yet another occasion- the purple and pink eyed youngest of the brothers saw that the second eldest sibling had gotten into a fight with another demon. During the exchange- Mammon’s entire arm was broken. Within seconds… it snapped back into place as if there was no damage to it at all.

Demon magic takes longer to heal serious injuries like those ones… that shouldn’t have happened.

The youngest demon brother walked at the sleeping form of Mammon on the couch, napping there. He narrowed his eyes, and contemplated doing one of his typical monuevers and just flopping down on the older sibling, and sleeping there, seeing as he KNEW he wouldn’t move. That  and because he was too lazy to go up the stairs. 

He stood there… pondering his actions… he almost felt… unsafe. Like this was someone unfamiliar. 

Closing his eyes, he clenched his pillow, and did what he usually would do… if it were a different situation. 

He flopped down on the older sibling, who grunted, and sighs. “Fuckin’ trying to suffocate me as usual, huh?” the white haired man grunted out, before snorting and turning his head, and simply falling back asleep. Seemingly because he was too tired to care. 

Belphegor waits for over ten minutes… apprehensive to move. 

He eventually found his courage though, and made it seem like hie head fell of his pillow onto the others chect- 

His entire body went cold after several minutes of waiting. 

No matter how hard he tried to search for it… despite trying to be quiet, and not get caught…

He couldn’t find it…

Despite the fact that he was alive… right there… sleeping. 

There was no pulse .

Mammon didn’t have a heartbeat.