Something had snapped inside of them. They couldn’t take hearing anymore insults being directed towards their first man anymore. Especially not after knowing everything he’s done to keep them happy, at the sacrifice of his own.
And now he was gone. How ironic it was that even in death, their precious golden knight couldn’t Rest In Peace.
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“Mammon left this family because you only ever saw the WORST in him!”
“MammonDIDN’T care about this family!”
“HeLOVED this family!”
Silence rang out throughout the room, only heavy breathing could be heard. Air full of tension, anger, and sadness.
Wiping tears off their face, Mc took in a gulp of air and glared at Lucifer, “He loved this family more than anythingin the world..” Mc turned and made their way towards the door. Hand on the knob, they turned back one last time.
“He really was too good for this family…”
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In the corner of the living room, there stood a ghostly figure. White hair glittering gentle under soft light, anxious sun-kissed hands fumbling and picking at each other. Bright blue sapphire eyes dulled by sadness and a heart wrenching smile on his lips.
“I’m sorry… I never meant to hurt any of you.”
A light flickered only slightly before being stuffed out.
Today was Mammon’s birthday, and there was only one thing in the world that he wanted for today. No, it wasn’t money, or expensive jewelry and colognes. For just one day, one full uninterrupted day, he wanted to spend the day alone with his big brother Lucifer.
He could already see it in his mind, He’d take him to all his favorite places. The first stop would be the big golden casino near the 8th circle. There, he’d show Lucifer all the tricks up his sleeve. Then with the money they would win, they’ll head down to Deja Vu. He’d pick out all his favorites dishes and have Lucifer try them with him. After, they would head to Majolish, and have Lucifer pick an outfit for him while he does the same. Then, finally, they would have dinner at Ristorante Six.
By the time, Mammon made his way to Lucifer’s office and knocked on the door, he was already buzzing in place. He couldn’t help the nervous jitters that escaped him; after all, it’d been so long since just the two of them hung out. Hearing lucifer’s voice broke him out of his stupor. Bouncing on the heels of his feet, Mammon stood in front of Lucifer and his desk.
“Are ya ready to head out? Time’s a wasting you know!” He grinned and leaned forward putting the palms of his hand onto his desk. Lucifer grimaced at the sound of crumpled paper under Mammon’s hands, but chose to ignore it otherwise. Letting out a sigh, he stood from his chair and took off his reading glasses before making his way around the desk and toward the coat rack by the door.
“Yes, let’s hurry this along now. I have a ton of work to get done that cannot be delayed more than this.” He threw on his coat and made his way out the door not sparing a single glance back. Though if he had, he would’ve seen Mammon’s smile become just a bit dimmer and worry gnawing at him through his eyes.
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Arriving at the casino, Mammon was ecstatic. He’d finally have a chance to show off his skills to Lucifer! And not be a complete and utter disappointment. Turning around, he grinned at Lucifer before grasping his wrist and pulling him inside. The entire time there, Mammon would haul him around to every section and have him try his hand with him together. Sure, they didn’t win all the time but Mammon was having a blast! He was so happy, he was finally able to have some alone time with his big brother. As embarrassed as he was to admit it, Mammon missed the times when it was only him and Lucifer. And so, being so happy he didn’t notice the look of irritation forming on Lucifer’s face.
“That’s enough Mammon.” Lucifer huffed, pulling his arm free from mammon’s grasp.
“Wah! B-but we’re barely getting started! We’re not even half way through the second floor yet!” Mammon whined, reaching back over to him, to grab his arm again. Only for Lucifer to dodge him and take a few steps back, where he huffed one more time and rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
“I don’t care. Thismay seem like fun to you, but to someone like me it isn’t. I am quite fed up with being here.” Without even waiting for a response, Lucifer turned on his heel and made his way out, leaving Mammon all by himself. And all Mammon could do was watch him leave as small bits of sadness began to pile up inside of him.
“ ‘s all right. He’s jus’ a lil stressed out from all the paper work he’s been doing… Yeah, that has to be it.” Mammon mumbled to himself quietly, looking at his reflection from the golden floors of the casino. “He’ll end up way more relaxed later!”
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Yet, no matter how much he reassured himself, the weight of Lucifer’s words were never lifted. Especially after all the trips they made through the Devildom, where his words seemed to gain more and more venom as they progressed. Stop after stop, Lucifer would become fed up. Complaining and saying how he’s had enough, never once did he stop and consider how Mammon must’ve felt. Though it seemed that missing their reservation at Ristorante Six, is what did it for him.
“I can’t believe you were able to mess up our reservation so badly. How did you even manage to mistake the time up?” Lucifer sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Lord Diavolo, help him, he could already feel a migraine forming. “Regardless, I am tired. I think it’d be best if we made our way home now.” He began to walk away.
Mammon made no move to following him though. Instead he chose to call out to him. “You have done nothing but tell me how bored you were.”
Lucifer stopped in his tracks and turned to face him, a slight look of concern showed on his face, when he noticed that Mammon not once turned to look him in the eyes. Of course, he felt guilty for the way he’s acted today, but could you blame him? Everything they had done today was nothing short of irritating for him. Softly sighing, he opened his mouth to speak but Mammon beat him to it.
“I was the chore, the job you didn’t want to do.” There was slight quiver to his voice, accompanied by soft sniffles. Raising his head, Mammon’s watery eyes locked with Lucifer’s shocked ones, before he continued. “But to me Lucifer, to me you were everything…”
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This was based off of the post made by @misskokomi which I never ended up finding but do remember saying I would write.
Some angels had a purpose, something to live for. It’s what gave these angels life. Of course, not every angel had to serve a purpose. Most of the angels made were made of the love of their father. Yet, what happened to those who had roles to fulfill? Had accomplished what they were made for?
With no longer having a purpose to serve, they are called back into the universe. Along with them goes all the memories made. People around them begin to forget, slowly like a small trickle of water down a hill and finally into a large pond. They are forgotten.
Mammon knew what his purpose was. He has always known, ever since he was but a small cherub held in the arms of his father who had named him. He also knew when his time would come.
It wasn’t painful, he would tell himself. Of course it hurt to know that the people he had cared for so deeply slowly began to forget him. Still he kept the smile bright on his lips with a jump in his step.
But even so he couldn’t stop the tears that dropped from his eyes nor could he stop the Silent pleas and prayers that slipped from his lips once the sun had set. Soon. His time was coming soon. He could feel it.
Taking in a shaky breath, Mammon stood up on trembling legs. Slowly, so slowly he moved towards the door. He could hear them all down stairs laughing and having fun. Even more tears began to spill down his cheeks as he slumped his head against his door and slipped to the floor. One trembling hand still grasping at the handle of the door, as he muttered small prayers under his last breath.
“Lord, no. Father, please give me one more chance. I’m begging you. Let me stay with them just a bit longer!”
Yet no matter how many times he called to his father, not once was he answered. Was this his punishment for disobeying him so? To watch as the people he loved slowly forget him? But why? He hadn’t disobeyed completely.
After all, he had completed through with his purpose up until now, hadn’t he? He had loved his brothers with his entire being. That’s what he was meant to do. Yet, why was it that his purpose was deemed complete when there was still so much to care and love for them.
It was too much to bare! His heart hurt, his throat felt constricted, he couldn’t breath in this room anymore. And so with urgency, he ripped open his bedroom door open and sprinted down the halls of the house. Following the sounds of laughter down to the living room, he could feel bits of himself slowly start to disappear.
No! Please! Not yet! Let me at least make it to them in time!
Vision so blurry from the tears, he missed a step on the way down the stair case. As he fell, it was as if time had stopped. He could only hear his brothers laughter from the living room and the air rushing past his ears as he fell.
Suddenly, it was quiet. No loud thump from what should’ve been a body hitting the floor. Only a small clink of a sound, as a pair of sunglasses laid at the bottom of the stair case. Frame, scratched and well worn and lens cracked and crooked from the fall.
Silence rang out throughout the room. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the scene. There in the middle stood the 7 rulers of hell’s circles, and in the middle of them all stood Mammon, the avatar of greed. Who would usually be all laughs and smiles was now reduced to an almost empty husk of his former self. His once bright blue sapphire eyes now dulled to a dark shade of navy blue, all light gone from his eyes and happy smile gone from his face replaced by a sad one in its stead.
Mammon lets out a small pitiful laugh while rubbing his eye with his palm before dropping his hand to his side. He looks away from his brothers choosing to turn his back toward them as he walks away. Only once does he turn his head to look at them, only then do they themselves see his dulled eyes and sad smile on his lips.
“I give up. I’m tired of fighting. I don’t care if you guys think I’m scum, a thief, or a dirty lowlife. I just wish we could’ve been brothers again one last time..”
With that mammon completely turned his back to his brothers, not an ounce of hesitance in his steps as he made his way to the door. Oddly enough, it wasn’t sadness itself that weighed him down but relief.
How long has it been seen the Devildom has fallen to ruin? Since the angels and demons went to war? How long had it been since his brothers and himself had a good nights rest without the anxious worry gnawing at their throats and heart? The worry of being killed at any second by the same once holy beings they used to be? The worry of having to protect his younger brothers from impending doom should they ever be caught by the angels? He couldn’t tell anymore. When was the last time he had seen all his brothers? When was the last time they had sat down together as a family, not fearing for their lives but together enjoying the moment they ever do rarely received? He could feel everything yet nothing at all. From the pulsing of his feet to the numbness of his finger tips.
Finally having been given a break, Mammon makes his way back home. If it could even still be called that. The house of Lamination, what once was a large home full of maybe not life and laughter but damn near close was now nothing but an empty husk of what it used to be. Windows boarded and closed, encased in protective charms and curses, and surrounded by ancient ruins in hopes of keeping out the angels. Swiftly and carefully as to not attract any wayward attention, Mammon makes his way inside before carefully closing the door and replacing the protective spells again. And if he happens to use a bit more magic in making them even stronger then there no ones around to be non the wiser. Finally being able to relax slightly he lets his shoulders slump and lets out a puff of air, making his way to the kitchen he passes a mirror.
He looks horrible. Worn and torn from all the fighting, so so so very tired from the constant battles and from being the front lines so often. He could feel his body ache and pain. Bones and muscles screaming out in pain and protest from over use, even with his enhanced healing abilities. Looking back once more he rubs at his eyes, in hope and in vain in making the dark circles under his disappear. He looks away and sighs before ruffling his hair into an even more disastrous mess than before. Not paying attention Mammon didn’t notice when his brothers had come out of their rooms, taking notice of his disheveled appearance and lack of proper sleep. Asmo, always the one to preach about self-care comes up to him, gently placing his hand on his shoulder. Though that seemed to be a mistake, as before he could even begin to process the floor beneath him disappeared and he was slammed against the wall an arm pressed up against his throat.
Mammon knew that he was home, knew that there was no danger to come to him here but some instincts are harder to control when having been in constant battle. So it wouldn’t, shouldn’t have come as a shock to anyone if he was a bit disgruntled when he felt a sudden weight on his should with his back turned. After all angels weren’t all pure and holy as the humans made them out to seem.
Breathing heavy and eyes wild, mammon can barely process as to what just happened. Only to be snapped out of it by the soft whimpering of his little brother. Quickly mammon removes his arm from his brothers throat, before stammering out apologies and reaching for his brother. Gasping and recoiling out of shock, Asmo flinches away from his touch. His brothers surround Asmo, asking him if he’s alright and checking on him. Mammon feels out of place, he feels horrified by what he’s just done. He can’t stop looking at his hands, hands that he swore to only use to protect his brothers and never to harm them. Mammon is once again snapped out of his stupor by a hand at his shoulder, though this time there’s someone stronger than him to stop him from flinging this brother away, it’s Lucifer.
“Mammon.” That’s all he says but he understands. He knows. He knows alright? That he’s no longer on the battle field but at home, with his brothers. But he’s just so tired. His body has become so accustomed to the hardships of the battle field, adapted like no other. After all he wasn’t known as a warrior back in the celestial realm for nothing. He sighs softly before rubbing at his face, tiredness more than evident.
“M’ sorry bout that..” he mumbles out an apology. He can feel all their eyes on him. Wether it’s in anxiousness or something else completely he can’t tell. Finally having the courage to look up he can now get a good look at his brothers since he’s come home. He notes that some look worse than others while others look a bit better off, not surprising since none of them are on the front lines like him. Expect for maybe Beel but even then he’s never kept out there for too long as he needs to stay and protect the youngest of them here.
The room was suffocating.
Asmo is the first one to break the silence and atmosphere, reassuring them that he’s fine, even if faint finger marks begin to purple on his neck. The rest soon begin to follow suit, albeit slower, still throwing a few cautious looks toward Mammon. Lucifer, with his hand still on Mammon’s shoulder, leads him away from the rest of them. In the next room, Lucifer begins to question him. Tired and too drained to be able to focus Mammon can’t make out what he’s saying, what he can make out though is the strong yet caring grip his elder brother has on him. Not being able to hold out for much longer, Mammon allows exhaustion to take him over and slumps against him. Only a single thought going through his mind before he let slumber and darkness over take him.
when was the last time he had rest?
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I have been seeing a lot of Armageddon obey me stories and really wanted to try my hand out on this. I may add on more in the future since I seem to like this concept very much.
His eyes were like mixture of molten gold and sharp broken sapphires. So harsh and bright they glowed under the dimmed lights of the street lamps. Bat wings spread out behind him, almost like a halo of death. He stalked over slowly to the witches spread on the filthy ground. Watching their every move never once letting his eyes stray from the sight held before him. Not once did he hesitate when making his way. Stepping over and on the stewed bodies of other witches on the floor.
Swiftly and gracefully he bent to one knee before the head witch of the coven. She stared into his eyes for only a moment’s notice expecting to see the same foolishness that had always resided in them only to be petrified by the burning hatred and disgust held in them now. Quickly looking to the side to avoid eye contact, she felt a slight bit of relief at no longer being the center of attention of those horrid horrid eyes. Though that feeling didn’t last long as she felt one of his hands grip her chin before harshly digging his fingers into the hollows of her cheeks. Eyes widened as she was forced to look his way, locking eyes with his, she felt as if her entire body had been drenched in ice.
Lowly barely even above a whisper he spoke into her ear, ‘Next time ya step out of line, I won’t let ya off so easily. Is that clear?’
All that could go through her mind was the resounding words of being let off easy. This was considered being let off easy? Looking over to the side she could see the bodies of her fellow coven sisters stewed on the ground beside her. More than half of her coven had been either incapacitated or shown mercy and killed in an instant. She could only fear what exactly it meant to not be left off easy.
Shaking like a leaf with tears streaming downing her face and onto his hand, she managed to force out a small whimper and a slight shake of the head. This was what he wanted right? She agreed so she and her sisters would be saved wouldn’t they? They’d be allowed to live another day! Hope began to fill her and her entire being at the thought of not having to witness any more harm come to her and her coven sisters.
Yet just as she was allowing herself to believe, a large gust of wind flew past her. Behind her, she could hear the thudding noises of bodies being cut down and not a second later the piercing pained screams of her sisters. Eyes filled with tears and with a shuddering breathe, she asked, ‘Why?’
Slowly, Mammon pulled back from his position and faced her. Her eyes widened once she had seen his face. There center on his lips sat a soft smile, full of what seemed to be pity. Yet she knew better than to believe that he would feel any kind of remorse for what he had done to her and her sisters. Especially when his eyes still seemed to be so full of hatred and disgust.
Finally after a beat of silence Mammon spoke, ‘I never said that I would let your sisters off, now did I? Ya only have yourself to blame, after all you were the one who agreed weren’t ya?’
At that she let out a piercing scream.
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I’m not very proud of this one especially since I’ve been have a bit of a writers block. This also felt like something I had to do, which take lots of enjoyment out of it. But regardless I hope you all liked it.
Being real here, I don’t think Mammon would ever be one of those physically mad people. I think Mammon has such a will to notterrify his brothers that he holds in his anger/frustration that when he does happen to get angry/frustrated, he cries.
That’s not to say that he won’t get physical at some point. Not on his brothers but maybe his surroundings. Say, throwing things around his room because he just gets so tiredof his mistreatment but has no outlet except crying when he does.
And he absolutely hates that about himself.
Mammon messes up a lot and he knows that. He’s trying his best, he really is! But, it’s just so tiring for him. It’s tiring trying to be someone he’s not. It’s tiring trying to stop being so damn clumsy all the time. It’s tiring having to go against his sin just so he can some type of affection from his family.
He’s just so tired.
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HOW IT HAPPENS
Mammon had studied so hard for his test, yet why couldn’t any of the material just stick? He knew Lucifer and his brothers would find out eventually, mocking him for not getting a good grade, despite having tried his best. He regrets not taking Satan up on his offer of helping him study but it’d likely only end in failure as well, after all he was only an idiot. Thoughts began to filter through his head. ‘How could ya be so stupid!’ ‘It was such an easy thing!’ ‘All you know is how to mess up.’ ‘Ya only had ta do one thing.’ He beats himself up about it. Reprimanding himself. Scolding himself. Wishing he could be different. Wishing he could have been better. Everything would have been so different if he had just been better.
He becomes frustrated. He can feel his eyes turn warm and begin to sting. He rubs at his eyes and curses when he can feel the beginning of tears forming at the corners. He becomes even more frustrated when tears begin to flow freely down his face. ‘Stop it. Don’t cry, don’t ya dare cry now!’ He rubs at his eyes until the area around them is a flushing red. His cheeks start to sting a bit from all the rubbing once the tears start again.
He can’t take it anymore.
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Out of pure anger and frustration, he grabs the nearest object and chucks it at the wall. At first comes the shock and regret from letting his emotions get the best of him, but then comes the relief. Relief on finally being able to do something. Relief that the tears had finally stopped. He just feels relief. So, he does it again. Uncoordinated and fueled by his raw emotions he begins to rain havoc on everything in his room. Tearing and ripping at his clothes, breaking expensive ornaments, shattering all the mirrors he can see, tearing open his pillows and bed. It’s a long while but once he’s done, it quiet. All he could hear was his harsh breathing and the blooding rushing to his head. He lets out a shaky breath before putting his hands to his face.
Regret. He regrets doing it.
But the relief was so overwhelming. Finally, finally he had some form of letting everything out instead of just crying and sobbing like some helpless child. It had just felt so freeing that he hadn’t given it a second thought. Now though, sitting in the middle of his room surrounded by the destructions he created he couldn’t help but cry again. He should’ve been better.
He was just glad he was home alone. After all what would Lucifer say if he caught acting like such a child? And what of his other brothers? They’d have a field day if they found out about this! He sighs. He gets up, goes to the bathroom and washes his face. Once he comes back he sets work, cleaning and disposing of everything he’s destroyed. Bags of destroyed objects begin to pile. One after the other until there’s a mountain of them. He should hurry and finish before his brothers get home.
He does manage to finish before they get home but from then on it’s a never ending cycle. Small bit of relief he had felt in that moment was intoxicating.
Let’s be honest, Mammon, was and still is, I’d say the most compassionate one out of the demon bros. So I don’t think it would really be much of a stretch that he cared for him in some way.
Taking into account lots of the factors, Mammon was probably more open about how he felt and felt no need to hide or play ‘tsundere’ when they first fell. He might have even tried getting closerto his brothers after, inevitability ending in failure because they’re grieving.
Ultimately he understood that they were grieving and decided to give them space while still making sure to care for all of them in someway or another. Whether it was buying small accessories for Asmo to help with getting used to his sin or making sure leviathan didn’t just stay cooped up in his room, leaving beel an extra serving of food after dinner, carrying belphie back to his bed after falling asleep in random places to even leaving warm cups of tea outside Lucifer’s room after he finished his paperwork for the day.
All in all, they were a bunch of sad sacks sitting around the house. Mammon probably also looked for ways to distract himself about Lilith’s death and well what better way than taking care of his new baby brother.
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HOW IT HAPPENED
Now this isn’t his first rodeo. He’s had five other younger brothers and one sister to care for when they were back up in the celestial realm. So when Lucifer, one day out of nowhere comes home with a small bundle of green in his arms that’s immediately pushed into his with only a small mumble of “here,” he was more than ready.
At first it was pretty smooth sailing for them, sure there were a few ups and down, what with him having bowls of baby food thrown at him and having to deal with his temper tantrums, it was pretty good. Then the teething started. Little twerp would naw on anything he could get his hand on. Be it people or not, if he could get his small hands on it or you, it was free game. He was worse than a hungry Beel.
Oh, but it got much worse once he was mobile.
When the little one took his first step Mammon was over by the bookshelves picking out a bed time story for him. Now imagine his surprise when he felt a small hand grasp his pant leg. You better bet there were tears of joy because only more would follow. He couldn’t help it, he’s an emotional guy, ya know? He only wished he had gotten it on tape, so that he could rewatch it over and over again. After all, his baby brother had come to him and what a while it would be until it happened again.
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“Da!”His first word. Oh, did his heart ever feel this giddy yet terrified all at once. His first word, his precious little ones first word. How over over joyed he was to finally hear him speak! Yet, the fear in his heart grew and along came a clammy feeling of cold dread washing over him. Away went the giddiness of hearing his first word and in its place sat the festering dread. Gently, he ruffled the little one’s head, tears at the corner of his eyes as he knelt in front of him. Looking him in the eyes, he spoke in the sternest tone he ever had.
And then he became“Mammy.”
After a while, once he could speak and walk properly came the question of “what’s my name?” Names. He had completely forgotten that the little one never received a name. Back in the celestial realm, names were given by their father. Father. He had no right to give him a name. He froze. Taking in a deep breath and holding it then letting it out. He marched his way up to Lucifer’s office, knocked once before opening the door without so much of a response for the other.
So what if he came back a bit bruised and battered after? It was worth it in the end because he had gotten a name, “Satan.”
Mammon and little Satan went on many adventures after. They strolled through the house garden where they met the two most curious cats. One white and the other yellow. Mammon learned that Satan loved cats. Especially the older white cat that seemed to care for small yellow one.
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On their second outing Satan finally met one of his other brothers, Asmo. He was out in the garden with the two cats. Sat by the back glass doors so that Mammon could keep an eye on him at all times when he went inside. He sat there waiting for his Mammy to bring him the glass of apple juice he asked for, he didn’t notice when Asmodeus caught sight of him. As he continued to play the other brother had started to make his way over, pulled by some force and fueled by some unknown rage, he finally reached the small child. Seeing a shadow loom over him, little Satan turned around and the only thing he could remember before everything went dark was blazing pink orbs and the feeling of wrath coursing threw him.
That day he became aware of his other brothers. Ones who weren’t gentle like his Mammy. Ones who didn’t cuddle and care for him when he cried. Ones who didn’tlove him like his Mammy does.
He learned to stay away from them when his Mammy wasn’t around.
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As time went on Satan grew right before his eyes. He was both saddened and happy. Saddened that his little boybrother was growing up so fast and probably wouldn’t need him again like he used to. Saddened that the tight knit relationship they once had was coming undone right before him. But he was happy. There came a strange form of relief and happiness from watching someone who was once so small grow right in front of you. Time continued on and everything began to change. He was saddened yes, but he was happy. Happy that his other brothers were coming around to the idea of Satan being a part of the family. Happy that they had finally overcome their grief, and accepted the loss of their sister. They were finally a family again. Ah, his eyes were starting to sting and the smile on his lips began to wobble.
After that incident, Mammon found his brothers watching his tapes. Mammon was barely home, but when he was he would lock himself in his room. Mammon wouldn’t approach them, but they would try to approach him. Sometimes they were successful, sometimes they chickened out because of his icy glare. The brother who never tried to approach Mammon was Asmodeus.
If their relationship was bad back then, it’s non-existent now. The others noticed this, but didn’t say a word about it. Satan tried to talk with Asmodeus about it, but the fifth-born wanted to hear nothing and sent him away. Things were tense in the HOL, and it wouldn’t change for a while.
Lucifer
It took about a week before Lucifer went to talk with Mammon, that was only because he didn’t know how to talk to his favorite brother.
When he finally went to talk with him, it was a tense conversation. Lucifer had apologized for looking at his tapes.
Mammon didn’t forgive him right away, but Lucifer wasn’t expecting him to, nor did he want him to.
They were still a bit tense for a while, Lucifer was going to allow Mammon to warm back up to him, he wasn’t going to force him.
During this time, Mammon rarely got in trouble, but when he did Lucifer would only scold him a bit, not any of his other punishments.
Would read ‘Devil Style’ just to see if Mammon got on the front page, and would reward him if he did.
When they finally became close again, which was different than before, but wasn’t the same as back when they were in the Celestial Realm.
Mammon would sometimes get punished, but Lucifer was a bit more lenient with them.
Takes about 6 months to change their relationship for the better.
“Hey! Luce! Wanna go out ta see that movie airing tonight!”
“You mean ‘Jujutsu Kaisen 0’?”
“Nope, the other one!”
“‘Fast 9’?”
“Yep!”
“I’ll clear my schedule.”
Leviathan
Levi took a lot of time to even try and talk with Mammon. After he gained himself enough courage to do it. The first thing he did was ask Mammon if he wanted to play his favorite game together with him: Smash Demons.
When they played it was tense at first, Levi didn’t know how to talk with him beyond inviting him to play. But, once they started the tenseness disappeared over time.
They laughed when they beat each other in a match, some normal gamers rage here and there.
After the tenseness was gone, Levi apologized about everything. Everything he had done to his older brother until now. Levi didn’t think Mammon would forgive him so easily, or at all really.
But, his older brother did. What surprised him the most was when Mammon pulled him into a tight hug.
Even though he forgave him, it was still tense between them for some time. They bickered at each other sometimes over silly things.
Whenever one of Levi’s figures disappeared, instead of immediately blaming Mammon, he would ask Mammon to help him look for it instead. When Mammon needed money, Levi never nagged him about giving it back right away, just make some progress paying him back when he could.
Took about 8 months to change their relationship for the better
“Mammon! I just got a new game for 2 players! Wanna play?”
“Are you talking aboutDevil Zone?”
“Yeah! I just got it early.”
“Levi… Don’t play it yet, you remember what happened last time..”
“Oh, yeah…Okay fine. Wanna play that RPG we were playing last night until Lucifer scolded us to go to bed?”
“Sure, I’m almost at level 90.”
Satan
Satan tried to mend their relationship as soon as possible, but tried not to make it so noticeable.
It would be small things, like they would be in the kitchen with him helping him cook dinner or do the dishes.
After a few months, Satan would ask things that he hadn’t done since he was a young demon. Like asking Mammon to read to him or with him. Or bringing an injured kitten to him. He even let Mammon call him by his old nickname, ‘Tantan’.
It took 2 months before Satan apologized about the tapes, their relationship falling out. About following after Asmodeus.
Mammon shook it off, saying that Satan was just ‘growing up’.
Satan didn’t think of it that way, but he could tell that was a way of saying Mammon forgave him, just without saying it.
Mammon joined Satan on his little pranks with Lucifer.
Took about 4 months to change their relationship for the better
“Tantan, I found a spellbook you might like.”
“203 spells to fuck with stuck up older brothers?”
“How did ya know-”
“I saw you buy it with Goldie and it lit up on Lucifer’s D.D.D. I made sure to erase it before he saw it.“
“Hey, ya called her Goldie!”
“I think I hear her speak sometimes” *small chuckle*
“K, take that too seriously Tan…”
Beelzebub
There wasn’t anything that really had to change, Beel apologized again and again about the tapes, seeing Mammon was bothered by them looking at them.
Beel had tried to stick up for Mammon better, maybe too much at times because one day he heard at RAD someone had called Mammon a moron and he broke 2 walls with a single punch to the demon’s face.
Mammon just scolded Beel for it with a gentle whack on the head if he does too much. They got a bit closer during that time.
Beel invited Mammon out to some restaurants like Hell’s Kitchen or Madame Screams, and he would pay for whatever he and Beel would eat.
Beel would sometimes bring lunch or something to eat to one of Mammon’s shoots.
Took 1 month for their relationship to get better.
*loud crashing sounds*
“Beel…”
“They said you were ugly.”
“Just, have a little restraint Beel. This is the 4th wall this week…”
“Sorry.”
Belphegor
Like Beel, Belphie didn’t really have anything to change, not like he was planning on it. He did apologize about the tapes a week after, he wanted to give Mammon some time to himself before trying to talk to him.
He knew Mammon deserved it. After that, their relationship went back to the same. Some things changed, but it didn’t make a drastic change.
Sometimes when a large test is coming up, Belphie would sometimes give Mammon his notebook to use as a study guide, or sometimes he would give Mammon a little cheat sheet to use.
Definitely helped with his grades a bit, whenever Mammon would get a B or higher Belphie would buy him some of his spicy ramen cups (tossing them at him when he got home)
Mammon tried to do something for Belphie, but he couldn’t figure something out until one time when Belphie was absent from class and he went to find him, just to find him in the attic trying to fix his favorite cow pillow.
Mammon grabbed his old sewing kit in his room, which he kept around for a certain reason, and went back up into the attic.
Belphie saw Mammon when he sat down on the bed up in the attic, that’s when he saw Mammon’s sewing kit.
“You still have that thing?”
“Hand me the pillow, I’ll fix it.”
*hands pillow to Mammon* “I still remember when you made me that old pillow. Didn’t it take you like 6 years?”
“5 and a half.”
“Close enough.”
“I didn’t even know if you remembered how to sew, or that you even kept your kit around.”
“Who do you think fixes all your pillows or blankets? Who do you think fixes Lucifer’s jacket before he finds out you and Satan cut it?”
“Is that why he never got angry-??”
Asmodeus
They both avoided each other, when one was in the room the other would leave or won’t enter until the other was gone.
Asmodeus took his dinner to his room just to not sit in the same room as Mammon.
The only brother that tried to do something was Satan, which wasn’t surprising.
Mammon raised Satan first, but Asmodeus came later. They both were like parents to him, so it was like a huge divorce fight even though Satan was older and understood what was going on.
It took 1 year of Satan trying before his efforts worked, he actually got Mammon and Asmodeus to sit in the same room, he knew if he didn’t do anything, this would probably last for centuries.
The two sat across from each other, coral eyes and ocean eyes glared at each other which made the room tense, almost suffocating.
Neither talked to each other, Asmodeus sat with his legs folded over one another and his arms crossed over his chest. Mammon sat there leaning back on the couch, his tan finger tapping on his leg while bouncing it up and down.
They sat there quietly for about an hour before Mammon stood up. “I have a shoot to get to.” was all he muttered before leaving the room.
Asmodeus only clicked his tongue and left for his room, not wanting to be bothered.
They would sit in the same room, but wouldn’t utter a word towards each other.
After 3 years of this, Satan ended up letting his unspoken words let out at both of them. After about an hour of yelling at both of them Satan stormed out of the room.
It took that for them to realize how immature they were being, and maybe they could try to change their relationship for the better.
It took a bit of effort, but they talked about simple things at first. It took about a month before they talked about something they could bond with together… modeling.
They only talked about it at first, that’s when Asmodeus admitted he was jealous that fashion companies looked to Mammon for modeling, the only thing Mammon had to respond with that,
“They turn to you for fashion, remember all those companies like Majolish that wanted you to style some clothes for them.”
Asmodeus was surprised, he didn’t expect Mammon to actually notice something like that.
“Ya know I wear them sometimes for shoots, they’re comfortable and stylish.”
“Good, you know how much of a good fashion sense I have. Only if Satan can appreciate that.”
Mammon only nodded, the conversation dropped there.
It took them awhile to make even a bit of progress, but they did. It took them a long time and a bit of screaming from Satan, but it turned out his wrath helped instead of harmed.
Took them 4 years to build a better relationship, a bit of a rocky road.
Coming in with chapter 4, on my last legs cuz my idiocy Ong scares me. Lol
Anyways here it is….chapter 4….I’m eating a cup of noodles HAHAHA, I’m a raping sah much
Anyways here : )
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Have you ever wondered what comes after death?
Is it darkness?
Is it peace?
Is there really a heaven and hell?
Or is there a limbo?
Only the dead know the truth… No such things can actually be explained.
But what about resurrection… Or… Reincarnation?
What if…. You wanted to change yourself to be someone else, just so your family would be happy, becoming a completely different person, just so for once in your life, you’d make your family proud.
This was the case for mammon here.
Having committed suicide, mammon assumed the worst.
He’s committed so many sins, he’s gotten locked out of his birth home, his own family held no concern for him what so ever, it was all for not.
He cut his own eternal life for the chance of peace and quiet from his own family.
What kind of brother was he?, how could he be so greedy?, his brothers were right.
He really is a scumbag.
What would his brothers think?, what about the others?, would Lord diavolo be disappointed in him?….
Would… Lilith be disappointed?
Chocked sobs left Mammon as his mind mind obsessed over the years worth of self destructive thoughts he’d been ignoring.
“It’s not fair is it? ”
Mammon opens his eyes, staring at the darkness surrounding him.
Was this limbo?
“I wouldn’t call it that.. But it’s kind of like that”
Scrambling to get up, Mammon looks around his surroundings, trying to find the person talking to him.
“There’s no point in finding me. I’m merely a figment of your imagination, your conscience if you’d like”
Mammon stands still “Oi, where the hell am I?”
“A good question, your in a coma of sorts… Neither dead nor alive, a state of being physically dead but not mentally”
“so…why am I here?”
The void hummbed
“I’ve come here to give you a…contract if you will”
“Hell no” mammon declined instantly, he knows his way around this stuff, and honestly he’s to tired to even think about agreeing.
“If you could just here me out-”
“Nope”
“But give me a chance-”
“Nah man just let me die”
“JUST LISTEN”
“I DON’T WANT TO-”
“YOU CAN MAKE YOUR FAMILY HAPPY”
“Okay spill it out already”
The void sighed, silently thanking the stars
“Okay… My idea is for you to take your sister’s place… ”
“Excuse me. ”
“Listen… I’m bored, your sad… imagine the drama”
If you looked at mammon you could see the instant annoyance run over his face.
“So ya telling me you didn’t kill me entirely just so you could get a drama out of my family and have the time of YOUR life and put mine in AGONY?!”
“…. Well… Yes”
“HOW DOES THAT MAKE THEM HAPPY?! ”
“Cause your not there but lilith is… ”
Ouch.
Mammon felt a phantom feeling on his shoulder, almost as if someones hand was rest in it.
“Think about it mammon, think of what beelzebub said to you, he wanted lilith, not you”
“They all wanted that sister of yours and not their brother”
Mammon stared at his feet, grief floading his body, the void wasn’t wrong, the least he could do was give them a peace of mind in a different form.
“Okay, I’ll do it, On one condition… You let me reincarnate and let me live a life of a human, just like my sister did”
The void hummed in response
“I suppose that’s a fitting deal, a life for a life really is it not? ”
“Fine, your life, for lilith’s life… Is that a deal then? ”
“… Yes”
A burning feeling overtook mammon’s body, looking g around d him he saw bright red flames cover his body, looking around himself he spots a of a figure in front of him, one that’s body fits that of a girl.
It was obviously Lilith, tears falling down her face as she watched her older brother be englufed by flames.
“M-Mammon wha-”
mammon stares at her sympathetically , “it never was supposed to be you, they all missed you more than they’d miss me… I’m sorry we had see each other like this… ”
Raising his hand to cup her cheek, mammon smiled warmly.
“Take care of them for me, okay? ”
“Mammon… MAMMON WAIT”
with a loud cry, Lilith stares at the ashes on the ground, tears invading her vision.
All of a sudden Lilith feels like she’s falling, her eyes being forcefully being closed.
“Lilith, younger sister of the seven deadly sins, replacement of mammon, avatar of greed,… Welcome back to the living world of the dead”.
With a harsh thud to the ground Lilith sits up with a pained groan, looking around her, she realises she’s in the same place as where she died before.
And low and behold, The prince of devildom is standing right in front of her.
—————————————————hey farts, it’s me ghosty posts lol
I’m in a moody state rn cause I posted this unfinished but hey, shit happens
Anyways I was doing things, like celebrating my birthday, getting my appendix removed cause of inflammation, then getting COVID, spending all money on food ya know the usual lol
I’m sorry this was mid I’m just so genuinely tired
In today’s story, we’ll be covering how the bros and other mofos feel about mams death AHAHAHAHAHHA……
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To say that Beel was feeling guilty was an understatement.
Beel had always made sure to never hurt his brothers in a harsh manner, making sure that he at least could control his temper. Yet when something like him being hungry came into the picture it all seemed to go out the window.
Beel knew how he could get when hungry, he couldn’t help it though, he was so hungry yet there was no food, and Lucifer wasn’t making it better, Beel needed food and he needed it NOW, he couldn’t help himself with how he felt inside, his hunger getting the best of him and decided to just throw a tantrum.
Then Mammon came into the kitchen, Beel knew he shouldn’t have said and done what he did to him, but he just.so.hungry, he put all the blame onto his big brother and showed no remorse for what he’d done. That would be his biggest regret.
after finding a chocolate bar, Beel felt a wave of guilt flood over him after he realised what he’d done. He hasn’t felt this ashamed in so long, it almost felt as bad as his hunger pains.
Beel walked over to Mammon’s room, fiddling with his fingers?
What if he’s still upset with him?
Would he even want to see him right now?
Did he ruin their relationship with each other?
Inhaling deeply,Beel stares at Mammon’s door. Having already come up with an apology, he knocks on the door.
“Mammon?, It’s me Beel”
Not hearing a response, Beel sighed, thinking his brother was still upset with him
“I wanted to apologize for what I said…It wasn’t intentional, I didn’t mean to say that, I was just hungry…”
That wasn’t right, He shouldn’t try to shift the blame on his hunger.
Knocking on the door again, Beel waited for a response, after a minute went buy Beel inhales deeply and opens the door.
“Mammon?, I know you probably don’t want to see me but I just wanted to know you’re okay…”
It was silent in Mammon’s room, to silent.
“Mammon?, are you in here?”
Walking into the middle of the room Beel hears a creaking sound coming from behind Mammon’s stairs.
“Mammon?”
Beel turns around to look at Mammon’s staircase and let’s out a blood curdling scream.
“MAMMON”
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Hey besties, long time no see
As I said,this is REALLY short, honestly I wasn’t in the mood to write after my catastrophic event, but oh well.
Lol guess who lied about it being on Saturday… Me… sorry
TW: suicidal thoughts, suicide, major character death, depression. Read with caution please ☺
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Closing his bedroom door silently, Mammon sat on his couch and stared into the darkness of his room.
He’s supposed to meet with Lucifer soon, feeling distressed with that fact, he lays down and stares at the ceiling.
Where did he go wrong? , why was he like this?, it’s not like he could control it, he doesn’t mean what he does, it’s always been like this though.
He wonders off into the halls of the house, thoughts clouding his mind. He walked passed Lucifer’s office, he can’t hear anything so they must have gone their seperate ways. That was until he heard a loud crash coming from the kitchen.
“I’M HUNGRY” “look beel, we only have enough food for dinner, we can’t give you any snacks-” “BUT I’M HUNGRY NOW, I WANT FOOD” “we don’t have enough, either you eat now and have no dinner, or you wait for dinner”
hearing the commotion mammon walked into the kitchen “what’s going on? ”
Beel glared at Mammon “YOU” stomping over to mammon he grabbed him by the collar “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT” lifting him off the ground, beel snarled at mammon “YOU ABSOLUTE STUPID EXCUSE OF A BROTHER”, grabbing onto beel’s wrists, mammon stares at beel wide eyed and surprised.
“BEEL PUT HIM DOWN” “NO HE DOESN’T DESERVE TO EVEN WALK” mammon stared at beel with both sadness and guilt whilst beel stared at him with hatred “BECAUSE OF YOU, I WON’T BE ABLE TO EAT UNTIL DINNER, NOW I HAVE TO STARVE, ALL BECAUSE YOU ATE MY FOOD” beel started to cry “you’ve always been like this, it’s always your FAULT, it’s your fault for being such a bad brother, it’s your fault for my downfall” beel’s grip tightens.
“IT’S YOUR FAULT LILITH DIED”
His fault.
His fault.
It’s all his fault?.
Mammon stopped struggling, going limp, he feels his brothers grip loosen up making mammon fall to the ground.
It’s all his fault.
He’s the reason.
He’s the problem.
Mammon doesn’t hear Beel apologize, begging him to say something.
Would it be better if… If he
“If I died instead of lilith, would it be better?”, dull blue eyes stare into terrified purple eyes, he sees beel shaking his head telling him something he still couldn’t hear.
Beel’s right, he only causes harm to others, only cause problems, he’s nothing more than a burden.
Lilith shouldn’t have died, it was his fault. It’s always his fault.
It should’ve been him not her.
Mammon stood up without a word and headed straight for his bed room, slamming the door shut, falling face first onto his bed.
“You can change it you know”
Jolting up, mammon looks around his room frantically “who’s there?”
“You can make them happy”
Jumping up from his bed, mammon walks around his room to find the person talking.
“You can bring her back you know”
Stopping in his tracks, mammon stares down at the ground “what? ”
“You can bring her back, make them happy, make everyone be a better them”
“But in exchange, you die Instead, taking her place”
Taken aback by this, mammon sits down on his couch “but i-” “they don’t like you anyways, you’d be doing them a favour, Beel said so himself, it was your fault”
That’s right.
It was his fault.
It’s always his fault.
But he can make them happy.
Make them proud.
“That’s right, don’t you want to make them proud of you for once?” “Let them be happy for once?*
He could.
He should.
Before mammon knew it, he was already standing on a chair, rope around his neck.
He could make it better, make it right, he can repay his dept by sacrificing himself for the sake of resurrecting his dead sister.
"A heart for a heart”
Mammon’s hands a shaking.
“A soul for a soul”
He kicks the chair down
“A life for a life”
Mammon stops moving
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Hey guuuuuuys
How y'all doing?
I’m sorry I couldn’t keep with the promise, I was busy with personal stuff, I found out I’m gonna be an auntie so fun fun
Chpt 3 won’t be out for awhile so I’m sorry for that.
SO IT’S FINALLY TIME TO GET THIS AU STARTED, Tho it’s not the best atm, I’m gonna edit it as I go so hopefully you’re ok with that.
Okay less gettit
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Mammon’s been trying to get a grip on things, now a days everyone seems to be against him, he should be use to this by now and yet it still hurts.
Thinking that even your own family doesn’t care about you, or how everyone seems to only see your negatives and not your positives, it hurts knowing that, no matter what you do, you’ll always be second best.
No matter what you do, it’s never good enough, no matter how high you score, “Satan got a higher score than this, why can’t you? ” or “Beel got first place and you got third?, I’m disappointed”.
So he kept trying, everything he couldn’t do, he tried to do. And yet they still weren’t satisfied, so when he did stop trying, it led to more fights.
“How can you get a D- in math?, did you even try?” Lucifet stared at mammon and sighs “even Belphie got a higher score than you, do you know how embarrassing that is? ” “you are a demon lord, AND my brother, I expect nothing but the best, and yet you give me nothing but the worst”
Mammon really couldn’t care right now, he wanted to leave, get away from all of this. “Yeah yeah, listen I’m sorry, okay?, I’ll try better next time, so can I leave now? ”
Lucifer glared at him, “excuse me?, do you really think I’d let you go without punishment?” Mammon sighed “is it really necessary?, it was a bad grade, I didn’t steal Royal jewelry or something,if anything,I think you’re over reacting”.
Lucifer stood tall, almost engulfing mammon into his shadow, “I expect you to be down the hallway in an hour, don’t be late or else”, with that Lucifer kicked mammon out of his office.
Mammon walked away with his head down and arms crossed.
walking into the kitchen to find something to eat, he saw beel scurrying around, thinking nothing of it, mammon watched his brother run around the place.
After a short while, they locked eyes “you ate it, didn’t you?” Mammon raised an eyebrow “ate what?” “MY PUDDING” “I don’t know what ya talking about” Beel stomped towards him “Yes you do, you ate it, I’m sure if it” rubbing his temples, Mammon raised his head to look beel in the eyes “I didn’t touch ya damn pudding, and I’m sure as hell that ya probably ate without realising”
Beel gritted his teeth “I know it was you!, you always do this, you never admit your faults unless you have no choice!” “I don’t admit to something if I hadn’t done it in the first place! ” Beel shoved Mammon aside “ and you wonder why people think your a scumbag” beel grumbled “now thanks to your dumb antics, I’m gonna be hungry until dinner”
Mammon was feeling bad about the fight, he wanted to apologize for something he didn’t even do, maybe he might even take Beel out to eat.
Walking down the hall,he noticed that Beel was walking straight into Lucifer’s office, deciding against to follow him in, Mammon waited outside his office and wait for Beel to come out.
Peaking through the crack in the door way, he noticed all his brothers gathered around Lucifer’s desk, seeming to complain about everything.
Hearing that, it made him confused about the situation, moving closer to the door he stayed silent.
“Sometimes I wish he’d just leave, all he does is steal and gamble, what good is he if that’s all he’s good for?”,that was definitely Belphie talking, he’s not entirely sure but it was most likely.
Slowly standing up straight, he kept listening to his brothers complaints about him.
“I know he’s our brother, and I don’t like to belittle him in any way”
“But he’s pure scum. The ugliest sort of scum. he’s pure scum to the point that I’m embarrassed to call him a fellow, much less my brother!”
Ah.
Now he understood everything.
Their sick of him, and everything that he’s done. Their right, what good is he if he’s good at nothing?.
With a aching heart, and tears in his eyes, mammon walked away.
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HAI EVERYONE.
I know it’s been awhile, but hey. I’m here
I’m working on chapter 2 as we speak so there’s that.
Its draft time I saw this and went “sick story bro….post it” and I saw then all like “hell yeah”…. Yee
This one’s about Mammon snapping at the brothers (AGAIN)
Enjoy ♥
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“FACE IT MAMMON, YOUR THE ONE AT FAULT! ”
“No I’m NOT”
“YES YOU ARE YOU IDIOT, STOP BEING STUBBORN AND CONFESS”
“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING”
Satan walks into the living room, coming back from the cat cafe, he wasn’t surprised to see Mammon and Asmo at each other’s throats, then again it’s not uncommon for the brothers to have a go at Mammon. “What’s going on here? ” Satan looks at Levi who was recording the whole fight “it started with Asmo suspecting Mammon of stealing his limited edition perfume he got in the human world, then it just escalated from there” belphie shrugged “they’ve been at it for almost an hour”, Beel nodded in agreement.
Satan shook his head “I swear it’s alway mammon-”
“WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD LEARN TO CONTROL YOUR SIN MORE”
“LOOK WHO’S TALKING YOU MANWHORE”
Mammon stomps over to Asmo
“IF YOU WERE AS UGLY AS YOUR PERSONALITY, NO ONE WOULD EVEN THINKTO LOOK AT YOU YOU SELF-CENTERED ATTENTION SEEKING BITCH”
Everyone seems taken aback by the strong words, asmo obviously took offence to mammon’s words but said nothing about it.
Lucifer slams the door open, making his appears known “what’s the meaning of this? ” , “MAMMON CALLED ME A UGLY AND A MANWHORE” “YOU STARTED IT”, Lucifer only sighs at this “ Mammon, what you said was completely unacceptable and I advise that you-” “oh shut up you stuck up peacock”.
Mammon pushes Asmo aside, sending him down to the floor, landing on his bum.
“We’re only here because YOU thought you could take on father. ” Mammon snickers “and to think, I’d follow man who decided to take to literal HELL and end up in a SHIT FAMILY, WHO ONLY SEES ME AS A GODDAM TOY TO PLAY WITH WHEN THEY FEEL INSIGNIFICANT TO LIFE ITSELF” catching Lucifer off guard, mammon takes the opportunity to punch him in the face.
Lucifer looks mammon in the eyes, guilt engulfing his body. Is this how Mammon felt?, how long has he felt like this?, he never said anything about it.
Mammon looks down to the ground.
“I should’ve never had followed you” staring up at Lucifer hurt gaze for a second, he turned around to look at his brothers,his eyes showing nothing but hatred, “if I had known my life would be like this, I’d have never fallen with you”
With all that said, mammon walked out of the house, not planning on coming back.
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Håi
Sø like, I’m back…. For a short while.
School is being a bastard to ya homie, I got a 23/100 on my science so that’s fun.
im also currently working on the “mammon soul inside MC” fic, tho that won’t be out for awhile now, so enjoy the drafts for now…. There’s only 10 left so HÀHÄHÅHÀ BRAIN HAVE TO DO VORK VERY SOON.
It’s almost 4am on a Friday as I’m writing this, I have to wake up in like 2 hours, but I just came up with a pt2 for my previous post so I thought “isn’t that a good idea” when it isn’t because I’m half asleep writing this shit, I need to stop writing things when I’m half asleep but that’s the only time my brain comes up with good ideas.
Anyways, enough rambling
enjoy ❤
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The way to the castle seemed almost torturous, Lucifer could barley think straight, all he knew is that he’s carrying the dead corpse of his brother tightly to his chest whilst flying all the way to the demon Lord’s castle, hoping that maybe he can find a way to save his brother.
His poor baby brother.
Had he just stopped the others and himself from hurting him. If he had stopped talking down on him. If he had just told him that how much he loved him. Maybe he’d be here and not dead in his arms. Or maybe everything would’ve stayed the same.
Kicking the castle doors down lucifer ran straight to Diavolos office. With sharp inhales Lucifer kicked the office doors down as well. “DIAVOLO” it’s not everyday Lucifer calls Lord diavolo only by his first name, but seeing as how he’s carrying his unmoving brother and the fear in Lucifer’s eyes Diavolo understood why,“please help him, Beel found him in his room unmoving and we don’t know how long he was there for and he’s not breathing and-” as Lucifer kept rambling, Diavolo took mammons hand into his whilst putting his other hand onto mammon’s forehead, Diavolo tried finding any remnants of mammon’s soul left.
With a heavy sigh, Diavolo looked into Lucifer’s eyes with remorse. the other brothers rushed in, seeing their big brother on the floor cradling the second oldest in his arms,crying into mammon’s shoulder whilst the prince looks at them with a grim look on his face they all knew.
Mammon was dead.
And there was nothing they could do.
Lucifer spoke up, “please, I’ll give you anything you want. I’ll give you everything you want, just please. PLEASE HELP HIM” Diavolo puts his hands on Lucifer’s shoulders “I’m sorry Lucifer, I can’t help him” Lucifer stared into his eyes still deluding himself into believing he could help his baby brother “yo-you helped Lilith, didn’t you?, you saved my sister, WHY CAN’T YOU SAVE MY BROTHER?!” “because she was still alive when I found you both, her soul didn’t leave, Mammon’s left long before you guys found him” Lucifer wailed upon hearing that, all the other brothers following suit.
Levi and asmo left the room, both of them running away from the scene as it was to hard to bare, Beel was in the corner with Belphie next to him, both of them comforting each other, Satan was holding Mammon’s hand, apologizing profusely as he wept.
Lucifer was still there, cradling Mammon’s head into his shoulder as he kept sobbing into his hair, his rambling fell on deaf ears as he held him closer. lifting his head up Lucifer stared at Mammon’s unmoving face.
How many times did he fail him?.
His poor baby brother, all alone for so long.
And he didn’t even try to help him.
What good was he if he managed to kill two of his siblings?.
Lucifer put his hand on Mammon’s cheek, mumbling to himself “Mammon’s face is so cold, he never liked being cold, only warm” Lucifer ran his fingers through Mammon’s hair “isn’t that right Mammon?, how about when you wake up, we can go to the human world, and maybe the beach, you liked the beach right? ” He pulled Mammon closer to his body “we can get you all nice and warm, and maybe… We can get ramen after, you’ve always said how you wanted to get ramen with me” “we can do whatever you like just please” he’s deluding himself again “please wake up”
It’s sad really, even after the funeral, The brothers would still act as though their brother was still alive, saying how “oh Mammon’s gone off gambling” or “Oh he’s just run off somewhere,he’ll be back”, no one dared to tell them otherwise, but never bring up the day he died, you’d be met with the wrath of all the brothers.
Even after millennius past, they still haven’t fully recovered from their brothers death.
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Guys guess what day it is?
Sunday, today’s Sunday
Anyways, I haven’t proofread this yet, though I might do that in the future, I’m sorry if this was bad, I had to think AND was half asleep so :p
I still got shit in my drafts so I’ll clear that out before I go and do something else tho.
I’m back with another draft that my sleep deprived brain made up ahaha .
I think this was like part of the ‘what would the demon bros do if mammon died’ but idrk so :P
Enjoy. ♥
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No one seemed to think the change in Mammon was a bad thing.
It started with Mammon being more quiet than usual, usually Mammon would talk about his depts and always ask the brothers to lend him some money, nowadays he only spoke when spoken to.
Next was when Mammon decided to stop going to the casino and start working for his money, everyone raised an eyebrow when he said that, Lucifer thought that this was a sign of Mammon becoming better at controlling his sin, the brothers then agreed with Lucifer, saying how “this was a the best idea he’s had in centuries”.
The one that turned heads was when they found Mammon returning their belongings and even paying for the things he stole and sold saying how he “Just felt a bit bad for taking ya stuff without asking”, yet no one felt something was off, they all thought Mammon was changing for the better.
They were right, to an extent.
Beel decided to check on Mammon as he didn’t come down for dinner that night, Mammon never skipped dinner unless he had a gig for his modelling or was out gambling, knocking on the door Beel walked in.
“Mammon?, are you awake? ”
… No answer.
Beel walked inside the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
“Mammon? ”
Walking down the stairs to the first floor to mammon’s bedroom, he thought nothing of the eerie silence in the room, that or he didn’t want to think about it at the moment. Looking around the room, Beel spotted Mammon lying on his couch, head tilted back to lay on the of the arm chair with his arms resting on his stomach, he seemed to be asleep. Except he wasn’t breathing.
Beel didn’t seem to notice his brother’s chest not moving, thinking that “he fell asleep, I should wake him up”, only after shaking mammon’s body a few times did he notice something laying next to mammon’s side. Picking up the empty bottle, beel’s stomach dropped.
It was poison.
Beel didn’t scream or anything, all he did was shake Mammon’s body frantically, telling g Mammon to “get up, this isn’t funny anymore” as it slowly dawned on him that all he was doing was shaking an already dead corpse.
That’s when he started to scream, he wasn’t over lilith dying, what made Mammon think that he was ready to ever lose another one of his siblings?, this isn’t fair, this wasn’t fair, how could he be so stupid?, he should’ve seen the signs before, if he had only talked to Mammon more instead of putting his spare time on food, he wouldn’t be here right now, deluding himself into believing that Mammon wasn’t dead.
“WAKE UP, PLEASE WAKE UP, I DON’T WANNA LOSE YOU TO, I CAN’T BEAR TO LOSE ANOTHER ONE…..MAMMON?! ' ”
He was getting hysterical at this point,tears running down his face, pushing down on his chest to try and find any source of life left in him, screaming out for his other brothers to come save mammon, seeing as how he heard their running footsteps he new they heard him. Satan was the first to come rushing in, slamming the door open in the process, flying down the stairs, they all stopped in their tracks as they watched the scene in front of them unfold.
Beel was on his knees, pushing down on mammon’s unmoving chest as he continues to sob out pleas for Mammon to open his eyes. Shoving Beel out of the way, Satan put his head onto Mammon’s chest, trying to hear anything that was at least relatively close to a heartbeat but all he heard was the gasps of air Beel was inhaling as he continued to wail, Satan put his hand of Mammon’s pulse, hoping to find one.
Nothing.
Satan looked at his brothers, eyes starting to well up with tears, “t-theres no pulse… No heartbeat”, Lucifer shoved him aside, checking for himself to see if Satan was right or was playing some sick joke. Sadly he wasn’t joking. Turning into his demon form, Lucifer picked Mammon up bridle style and flew to the demon Lords castle.
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That’s it that’s literally all I wrote and then I fell asleep again.
I just had a dream where instead of lilith dying Mammon died instead and basically everything was the same except for the fact mammon wasn’t MC’s descendent but was carrying mammon’s soul inside them… Great dream really.
So this kind person wanted a story about Mr money grabber no’ loiking da MC which I lauv becose angst is always welcome ‘ere (especially if it’s Mammón)
Then I thought 'bout it yeah?, cause loik it has to actually be good cause oim a people pleaser…. But it still isn’t…. AHAHA lol anyway. Enjoy. (P, s it’s in Mammons pov)
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“Who CARES?! ”
Silence fills the room.
“Who cares if they’re dead, who cares if they’re alive, WHO THE FUCK CARES?! ”
now they’re really quite.
“I did all the work, ME, I DID EVERYTHING FOR THEM!, I made sure they didn’t die by the hands of another, because that was my job, I COULD CARE LESS IF THEY KILLED THEMSELF”
Levi stands up, staring at me in disbelief “you said you loved them, YOU SAID YOU CARED-”
“I ONLY SAID THAT SO THEY COULD TRUST ME”
Silence again.
“What?, ya actually thought I liked them?, that I wouldn’t use them to get my way?, and you say I’m the idiot”
I point at Levi “the only reason I didn’t kill 'em myself was because lucifer would have my head” scoffing I continue “if I had MY way, I would’ve killed MC the moment I saw them”
I shove him down to the floor “ya damn hypocrites, only difference between us is you started to care, I never did” pointing to myself I smiled while my laughter rings around the room “if anything they’ll be back soon… ” I stare at their dead corpse “and even then, they’ll still be a pain in my ass”
“Mammon… ”
“Do what ya want with them, burn them, burry them as long as I’m not involved, I don’t care”
“I’ve finished my job”
Saying that I closed the door walking out of the house.
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friend I don’t know bout dis one, I actually had to think which is surprising
I just woke up and wanted to write about mammon getting tired of his brothers crap
It’s in mammons POV
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Calm down
“YOU STUPID IDIOTIC MORON”
calm down
“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!”
Just breathe
“L-listen Levi, I didn’t do it-”
“Yes you did!, it’s always your fault!” (He’s not listening)
“If you just admit it, we wouldn’t be in this situation”, Levi scoffed “give it up Mammon”
“ ”
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My fault, eh?
.
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My fucking fault
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“Fucking asshole”
“What did you-?”, I came in contact with Levi’s throat strangling him while holding him above ground.
“I said you’re an asshole” smahing his head into the ground, I turned around to look at the Levi’s door slamming open, “WHAT DID YOU DO?! ” (now Lucifer’s yelling), I scoffed “Are ya blind?, I just smashed his face into the ground” Yanking Levi up I stare at all of them, “he’s still alive” throwing his limp body to the ground I glare at Lucifer “why?, did ya think I wasn’t capable? ” I step forward, they stepped back, they all look scared, even Lucifer
I began laughing “do you-do you think I can’t cause destruction? ”
Everyone’s staring now
“Do ya think I can’t do anything?”
“Mammon-” “DO YA THINK THAT LUCIFER?!”
I punch a hole right next to his face, staring straight at him “DO YA THINK I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH?!” …. He doesn’t look scared anymore, he looks…sad, guilty even “ya do, don’t ya?”….I’m crying now…
“Don’t you think that the way you guys treat me is unfair?”
I look down at my feet, tears falling freely. “I know I steal, I know lie” I look up at Lucifer “but you guys can be just as bad” I heaved “you guys can be just as cruel”
Have you ever wondered what would happen if Mammon actually died? Like, what would happen if he just unalived himself cause of the brothers?
(Note: some might be a bit ooc.)
LUCIFER: would probably isolate himself in his office, only coming out if he absolutely had to (ex, make sure that none of his other brothers don’t off themselves), drowning his sorrows in demonus, talking to thin air,if you listen closely, you can hear him wailing and sobbing for Mammon to come back.
“Please Mammon… I swear I’ll do better, just.. Please come back”
LEVIATHAN: would isolate himself as well, seeing as how he insults Mammon the most, he’d probably feels responsible for Mammon’s death and blames himself everytime he thinks of Mammon, (Lucifer and Beel check on him the most since he has the probability of offing himself to).
“It’s all my fault, if I hadn’t called him scumbag all the time all the time…if I had been nicer, he’d be here”
SATAN: I don’t really know what he would do but he’d be most likely to be angry. When he’s alone, he’d start thinking about Mammon and start smashing everything in his room while crying his eyes out, collapsing on the floor and just sit there, regretting everything he’s ever done to Mammon, silently crying into his hands.
“ I was only joking…I didn’t mean any of it…I didn’t mean it, it wasn’t meant to end like this.. ”
ASMODEUS: from what I remember, he actually told Mammon to die (I think it was in one of the lessons), so going off on that, he’d feel the most guilt for his suicide, he’d probably turn to his sin and go around sleeping with countless demons to take his mind off his brothers death. But once he’s sobered up just laying in his bed, he’d hug his pillow tight, asking Mammon for forgiveness saying how he didn’t mean it while crying his eyes out.
“Mammon… I’m sorry okay?, I didn’t mean anything I said… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…please forgive me”
BEELZEBUB: would feel the most responsible for his brother’s death, he never really iniciated any of the bullying, but he didn’t stop it either, guilt and remorse would eat him alive, he’d probably stop eating for weeks but then would binge eat for days on end, Beel would check on his brothers constantly as to make sure no one else dies, he already lost two, he can’t lose another.
“I should’ve done something…I didn’t even try to stop them.. I’m sorry Mammon.. I’m so sorry”
BELPHEGOR: Another brother I have know idea, he’d know that dreaming of his dead brother would do more harm than good but I think he wouldn’t want to wake up, he didn’t want to face the reality that his big brother wasn’t there, he’d much rather dream of his big brother being there.
“I don’t want to wake up… You can’t make me…he’s not here… I can’t deal with it… Not yet”
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Hiya
This was in my drafts for awhile, I made this at like 1 am, I was half asleep so it’s not the best, its not proofread either so it might be bad idk ( ͡≖ ل͜ ͡≖)
Thinking of making a short of mammon as mafuyu but I genuinely don’t know who would be kanade, Mizuki, and ena I need characters so tell me about ur obey me mc’s and I’ll use them
AU where one of the brothers die so mammon gains the power to go back in time but another one of the brothers die so mammon goes back in time again and basically it’s a loop and mammon just goes crazy so at one point he just says fuck it and becomes the entire universe (can u tell this was kinda inspired by madoka magic)
