University exams are starting again and due to that it’s quite hard coming up with decent ideas for sketches or paying attention to Tumblr in general, in fact I’m pretty sure I didn’t notice some tags in these months and I’m sorry for thatin any case, I will try my best to find inspiration againmaybe even returning to traditional drawings will help, but we will see, for now, I was only able to do this: a Reverse AU, where Mammon is the human while MC is the avatar of Greed, with some different details of course. I’m not really proud of the result, but here we go:
(1)Mammon’s first day in Devildom:
(2)chibi human Mammon and chibi demon MC:
(3)Greed demon MC being possessive:
And that’s it for now, hope it was good enoughin any case, have a nice day/night and stay safe everyone!✨
Okay so: in the previous post I mentioned that I was working on some sketches about the Obey Me mermaid AU. Well…I finished them! At first I didn’t know whether to use @banettepost ’s original design for Mammon or not (because after all it’s very well done and beautiful-), then I wasn’t sure about his human form (I think @omnibread1 sketched something regarding that,but then again,I didn’t want to use other people designes without permission-) so in the end…I “tried” coming up with a design of my own,starting with Mammon’s species:
a “Lemon Shark”
I chose the Lemon Shark after a long research on its features: their skin is a yellow/brown,they seem to be quite social/friendly towards other lemon sharks/humans and most importantly they like being petted a lot. So yeah,that’s basically MammonAnyway here are some sketches of merman Mammon and pirate MC (Camy):
For example this is how they first met each otherwhile the rest is basically:a chibi drawing,Mammon’s human form and pirate Camy bridal carrying a blushing merman Mammonthe line art sucks but I tried-
And that’s my version of merman Mammon,when I have some more free time,I will try sketching pirate Clover too @hyper-super-clover ✨. In any case,I hope you enjoyed. Have a nice day/night and stay safe everyone!
The other day I played Deltarune chapter 2 and I must say that I absolutely loved it! It was nice playing the game again after so long and it kinda not only made me nostalgic, but it also gave me a new sketch idea: so here’s the concept of my MC (Camy) playing Deltarune with Mammon and Levi(because MC wanted the boys to experience the game (and of course they did the pacifist route because I can’t bring myself to hurt those characters-). I changed their style a bit but…here are Leviathan as Ralsei,MC as Kris and Mammon as Susie
Also,my new favourite character from Deltarune became Spamton✨but his boss fight…god, it was quite difficultand I bet even Levi and Mammon would have a hard time beating himin fact this is basically what happened:
Hope it isn’t too weirdanyway I still hope some of you enjoyed. Have a nice day/night and stay safe everyone!✨
Made some design notes for my Celestial Exchange AU mainly so I can keep shit consistent lol but eh, I’ll share them Bc why not lol
I’ll make ones for the other characters as they come into the story while I’m making it
Also I watched Encanto a bit ago and wow I love it and I love Bruno so much, he’s great. And because I’m unoriginal x 100000000 I made an oc that’s Bruno’s son and his gift is the ability to see the past.
Yes I forgot to draw his shirt under his poncho shut up hnnnnn
Also if you’re wondering why he looks nothing like Bruno, he’s adopted so there’s no dead mom whatever thing
Obey Me Mammon Angst Skits: Angstober 2021 Edition
Day 3 (Late): Mark of a Killer
Warnings:
This Angstober Prompt is going to be short. I don’t have much of an idea for it. However, I still will be trying to get out an idea that HOPEFULLY does not feel rushed.
There will be blood, death, and bodily harm in this.
There may or may not be mentions of moderate to severe depression. However, there is more likely to be mentions of it, so tread carefully.
As usual, this is Mammon-Centric. When is it not?
Have fun, stay safe, and enjoy your short read.
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See you later!
It is strange, what love does to a person.
Such intense love and hate can be so confusing… everything surely spins in the world of self involvement. Perhaps it is the constant truth that life was ever changing, and yet some things remained the same.
The Avatar of Greed didn’t know how to feel about his role.
His feelings.
They were all a muddle of broken emotions and strong resistence to impulse.
Such feelings were messy.
They caused him nothing but grief, and yet, he sat here, not changing a single thing. Not even when he had the chance.
Mammon looked at himself in the reflection of his phone as he stood in the alleyway. He waited for his target to arrive. It was… astounding… just how much this job helped him with his stress. His burdensome emotions that tugged at his mind, no matter where he went, or what he did.
He felt somewhat… content. If not, foolish, from time to time.
Soon, there was a text coming through. The phone was on silent, so the target didn’t hear it. One of the few things that Mammon was smart enough to get done beforehand. Who would have thought, right?
‘Is your assigntment nearby?’ the text was simple.
Were they?
Looking around the corner, the hooded avatar pulled his mask down over his face, and started to type on his device.
“Yeah. They are here. What do you want me to do with them?” he asked the voice over the line. Not even a few seconds after the text was sent, there was another message from his ‘employer’.
‘I need you to strangle them, and pull them into the alleyway. Barbatos will meet you there. Understood?’ the voice prompted via text again, to which Mammon let out the slightest sigh. He needed to keep his head, and remember why he was doing this.
First… he did it.. because killing them… it felt good. He felt… a relief of stress. He felt like he could get some tension off of his chest, with minimal regret… though… his barrier of emotions took a while to build.
Second, he did it, because it helped his Lord and Friend.
Diavolo.
Mammon started to walk by the woman, noticing that no one was nearby. It didn’t take long. He brought out a needle, and a spare belt that he had found in his room. After which, he would surely burn it, to dispose of evidence, that way.
The white haired man had nearly been caught before. Diavolo had to cover up for him, which the man was more than happy to do, but it did make Mammon feel guilt.
‘Don’t forget that he practically owns you now… he has more control over you than he did before.’ Mammon looked down to his hand, noticing a lightly glowing demonic symbol that he agreed to let Diaovlo place on him. The Lord of the Devildom needed to keep tabs on him, after all. Just in case anything went awry.
The blue and gold eyed demon closes his eyes, before wrapping the belt around the womans neck, and quickly cutting off her air, before pulling it tight enough to crush some part of her throat.
She died fairly quickly.
Some more stress was released from his body. It still felt nice…
He could direct the pains of his own woes onto the victims that Diavolo gave him. Those that thwarted his plans, or didn’t go along with the idea of his perfect kingdom. Barbatos went along with him, as the kings servant. He was content with his role.
Mammon remembered why he was sought.
He had been sought out, because Diavolo could smell his rage.
He could just sense Mammon close to snapping. He would likely end up hurting one of his siblings. He didn’t want to do that… no matter what. So.. he would just use others. Others that he didn’t care about. He could spare his own feelings of guilt that way. He did, spare them well.
This mark that Diavolo put on him was going to be there forever.
So it’s not like he could back out now.
Mammon looked to the mouth of the alley, and saw a familiar green eyed demon, who smiled to him.
“Did you do what he asked of you, M?” he questioned, before walking forward.
The avatar of greed nodded, before picking up the body, and handing it to the other, who knew what to do from there.
“Good work. See you tomorrow.”
Mammon took out a cigarette, before nodding, and stuffing the belt into his pocket. He looked at the symbol on his hand that Diavolo had given him a while back. The thing glowed, which sort of stung, but soon, the glowing dimmed down, and the symbol vanished, as if it was never there.
It would surely be in the same place tomorrow…
The tanned man smiled to himself, almost feel ing as though he lost another piece of himself, in a way.
However, he dismissed it.
He would just drown out any remaining negative emotions in liquor, anyhow.
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.
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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.
There will be mentions of death, but no major descriptions of it.
This is mainly angst, but then again, when is it not, lmfao’
There is referenced self oof in here.
IDK why I exist sometimes,
Did you know that I love you? Platonically, I mean. I am not much, but I do thank you for coming by and reading when you do. I like hearing your thoughts, or just seeing people enjoy my writing.
I hope you have a good day today.
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To the MiniFic
The Devildom was gone…
Reduced to ruins as unknown creatures roamed the lands; the once grand kingdom was nothing more than a playground of snow, ice, and deadly traps. The kingdom had sunken into nothing, save for the few that remained in the tarnished, useless lands.
It seems that nature was cruel. She was always waving around her wand of fate, enjoying tempting the lives of those that lie under it.
The Angels had Destroyed everything. They had tarnished the safety of the devildom, by seeking help from the greater evils. Evils that even Diavolo himself would never permiss, let alone the estranged, former Demon King.
Mammon looked over the desolate landscape, holding Lucifer’s coat over his shoulders. He held several weapons, and his demon form was showing.
It was cold.
The bitter wind surrounded his body with no second thought. He was just an obtrusion He thought back to the olden days. Closing his eyes at the memories of the warmth of the hell that he had been familiar with before the great collapse.
Diavolo was dethroned, and subsequestially- somehow- killed.
Whatever happened seemed to evade Barbatos’s visions… then again… if Diavolo could be dethroned… what bit of powers Barbatos had weren’t going to mean much. The green haired demon disappeared. This world was orderless. You were killed, or you killed others.
Mammon learned that the hard way when his brothers all died off one by one. Lucifer went out first. That was no surprised. He was the strongest of the demon kin. He was prideful to the very end, no matter what happened. He had went off on his own, without the other siblings knowing- and died trying to take out as many enemies as possible, so they could find a safer place to call home.
Beelzebub was next. With the collapse of demon Society- he was doomed from the get go… as the avatar of gluttony, he was in constant pain from the lack of nourishment. Eventually- he starved to death… it didn’t take long. His own sin ate him alive- and at the end of it… he was no bigger than a skeleton when his body took it’s toll.
Belphegor, naturally went out next. The sibling of sloth didn’t have the energy to protect himself, led alone anyone else. The main reason he died, though, was because of the feeling of emptiness after Beel died. Some could say he died of a broken heart. Mammon begged him not to eat that poisoned plant.
Asmodeus was soon to follow. He went out in battle. He was overwhelmed by other enemies, and Leviathan went out the same way. Both being ambushed by enemies which nearly always consisted of disfigured demonic animals, and strange, sentient plants. Maybe even fellow demons who were just trying to survive the literal snowed-over hellscape their home turned into.
Satan was the last of kin to bite the bullet. He had also went during battle, but it was from a singular opponent… the brother of wrath was eaten alive, in a snap of greedy, evil jaws, the top half was severed from the bottom- and he became a ghoulish creatures food.
That was all years ago. Maybe… half a decade?
Mammon hardly could keep track of the days anymore.
He had done nothing by survive. Nothing by try to continue in this world that had so greedily taken those he loved from him. There was nothing in this world that he wanted, and yet, somehow, he found himself chasing the concept of life this entire time.
He avoided death by the skin of his teeth, just to have no family, or friends to go home to.
Everything had been for nothing. It has been for far too long.
Looking down the side of the cliff, the demon of greed sighs, and he looks up to the whitened, snow-salted skies, before narrowing his eyes. He hated seeing it. Just another reminder of how their lives were ruined. He could heard the slightest bit of movement from the water below the ice-capped revine.
It was finally time.
He had been fighting for long enough.
It was time to go home.
He looked down to the several objects he kept with himself at all times- especially after his losses. One of Levi’s old game cartiges, Lucifer’s coat, Beel’s small food-resin keychain decoara- part of a pillowcase that Belphegor used as a bracelet from time to time- asmodeus’s white nailpolish- and Satan’s reading glasses.
He was ready.
Closing his eyes, and turning around, Mammon opened them one more time and looked out in the distance. There was a large, aggressive hellscapre creature running right at him. So long for being able to at least enjoy the sight of the land..
He closed his eyes again, pulling his arms closer to his chest, before falling backwards off the cliff, and plummettning toward the icy water below.
It felt like time was moving in slow motion. Everything was so light.
He reflected on the amazing times he had… as well as the pain, and sorrow he had experienced. For the first time in years, he felt happiness that he never thought he was experience again.
Soon enough, his body crashed through the cap of the ice that covered the deep revine, and he felt himself become submerged in the chilly depths of the moving current. He felt as though he was choking, but he didnt struggle. There was no point in it.
He kept his eyes closed, and felt his consciousness drifting. The world aroud him got darker, despite his already blocked vision. even darker black peppered the dark void that rested behind his eyelids, and he continued to sink down into the revine further.
He truly was submerged.
Floating.
He was free.
As his final thoughts began to leave him- he smiled to himself, his body slowly becoming one of the many endless corpses that had fallen because of this oe liveable land. He choked on water, and- just before his conscious thoughts went stagnant- he felt wamth at several hands grabbed his uselessly drifting arms from within the water.
6 hands. all different.
His body continued to sink- alone in the water. No one would ever reach it. He would never been seen, or heard again.
That didn’t stop his smile, though. He could feel them now. He could go where he truly wanted to be all this time. He could escape this hell of a life… finally be happy again.
toxic mc au where she hates the other demon brothers but loves mammon to the point where it’s concerning so it’s kinda yandereish and mammon doesn’t know he’s being manipulated by mc but everyone else knows and it’s a FUCKLOAD of angst with a happy ending I’m a genius
They got the worst and best traits of both my mc and mammon
Max is rather sarcastic…and more is able to hide their emotions unlike mammon, They not only got Daddy issues(God&Lucifer)BUT also Mommy issues…which makes them just be completely immune to Lucifer threats if-HA IF?! they are the trouble, They actually are in control of mammon sin a lot better cuz mammon is only greedy for mc(Or my mc in this case)but…they do love the fancy VIP life~(Lux Mexican side of not spending money trumps Mammons greed), They actually Snap at the brothers if they insult mammon side
Max Actually is completely in love and comfortable with themselves, They know they are the HOT SHIT, God was really against them fusing cuz he knew…IF I WAS GOOD AT MATH AND WAS COMFORTABLE WITH MYSELF AND HAD MY CHARISMA DOUBLE I BE TOO POWERFUL!?-so yes This is Max
The ONLY reason Max can be unfused…is when Lux and Mammon fight about who’s cuter…the crows or Cerberus a Bird lover vs a Dog lover
Another Obey Me AU idea from yours truly. I was just rewatching Loki the other day and got this idea. For the sake of it, MC is female here.
So, a huge war went down between the realms, resulting in the death of most involved in it. It could be for any or numerous reasons. The Devildom is in shambles, its citizens disoriented…for their reality as they knew it had been completely destroyed.
The Avatars are dead.
The Future King is dead, and so it the Queen.
The sole survivors of the massacre are Barbatos and the heir to the throne. Diavolo and MC’s child.
But they are both missing. Michael had overturned every stone in Devildom looking for them, but all in vain. He stands in the center of the destroyed throne room, clutching his spear in a death grip as he glares holes into the floor. He has finally done it, gone past the point of no return all for the sake of following Father’s will. He has killed and gotten his own brothers killed, young and bright angels whom he had raised with the very hands that were now covered in their blood. He swears this is the last thing he does before he joins them, for no repentance or prayer could save him from this malfeasance.
Meanwhile Barbatos watches over the ongoing war with a glazed over look in his eyes, yet another timeline where his homeland succumbs to a violent end. Roars and pained cries resonate in the air around him, but they all fall on deaf ears. Nothing could inflict pain on him anymore, not after his loved ones perished right in front of his eyes. His chest felt hollow, as if whatever had been sitting inside it had been ripped out. His arms felt heavy, as if a substantial weight were shifting inside them…
A soft coo made him look down into bright champagne irises looking intently up at him.
He forced his lips into a polite smile, one even he knew the little one didn’t buy. “It is time for us to leave, My Lord.”
And that’s how Barbatos raised the youngling so that no one could find them. At the near end of every timeline. At the death of a thousand worlds.
At first, he couldn’t bring himself to look at the child. They resembled something too familiar to him, the pieces of two of his most beloved people put together. Everything about them was a painful memory. Their smile, their laugh, their needs, their hobbies. Even their first word.
He had been cooking in the premises of an abandoned hut for them when he had heard it. He had stumbled out of the kitchen like a madman, frantically looking for the child who had been sitting in the living room with their arms outstretched.
They said it again, with a smile that radiated a warmth brighter than the sun. For a moment he stood there motionless, eons of repressed memories flooding back to him. And then the emotions that hit him knocked the numbness out of him.
He could not remember when the tears rolled down his cheeks or when he scooped them up in his arms and kissed every inch of their face. All he remembered was cradling them gently to sleep, vowing to protect them no matter what the cost.
His Young Master had come back to him.
He had lost him once, he would not lose him again.
scenario: So remember that one human kid Mammon took in? Well, what if Lucifer found out and is mad because it means a human was in Devildom without Diavolo’s knowledge and consent all this time. He tries to get a hold of the child, and oh boy is the Avatar Of Greed furious….
[ the series includes: angst, violence, mentions of past, trauma ]
The hotel room they had taken temporary refuge in looked shadier than he liked. The floor was a crazy quilt of smooth marble, the wall paint chipped in a few places.
The flames in the brick fireplace cackled, exhaling wisps of light and dark smoke up the chimney. The reflection of the image was the only thing warming the boreal lifeless tint of Mammon’s eyes. His gaze was fixed on Cassie’s tiny figure snuggled into a heap of blankets on the bed. He lifted the bottle of cheap beer to his lips, the phantom weight of the gold watch he had traded for cash still lingering on his wrist. The bitter liquid did little to soothe the stinging ache in his chest, but it would have to do for now. To suppress the myriad of emotions from wreaking havoc on his mind until he could figure out his next course of action.
The whole situation still felt surreal, as if he were suspended in midair and waiting for the ground to come crashing and swallow him whole. It felt like another one of his tantrums to garner pity and attention, but it wasn’t. He had almost wrangled his own brother to death and walked out of the house without a single penny to his name. Despite his own warning, Mammon knew that there would be consequences. Not even demons from the most powerful aristocratic families with their vast wealth and connections could escape being razed by the wrath of Lucifer. His connection to the Morningstar was the sole leverage Mammon had over all those unfortunate souls, but it would be foolish even on his behalf to make that into his future’s foundation. Not after what he had just done.
The second born closed his eyes and tipped his head back on the headrest. No sound escaped his lips as he redirected his focus to his breathing. Ironically, it was easier to stay calm as the minutes stretched on than to lose control.
A shift in fabric snapped him out of his trance-like state of mind, and Mammon’s eyes shifted to the bed. Rubbing her eyes with the knuckles of her tiny fists, Cassie’s pink lips curved into a small ‘O’ as she yawned and stretched . She blinked rapidly as she tried to adjust to the new darkness in her surroundings, scanning over the entire room before locking eyes with Mammon sprawled on the loveseat. Watching her try to fix her adorable bed hair made a strange sense of tranquil wash over all of Mammon’s frantic postulations as he softly called out to her.
“Hey, sweetheart. Up so soon?”
He found himself naturally gravitating towards her, kneeling in front the bed’s edge and holding his arms out. And as if she felt the pull as well, Cassie crawled over to him. Her knees faltered once and she almost fell face first into the mattress, but strong palms quickly slid beneath her armpits to stabilize her.
“Where are we?” Her voice was so small, so fragile.
“The human world.”
Her eyes widened, her fists clutching his shirt tighter. Mammon simply shook his head slowly and kissed her forehead. “It’s alright. I am going to be here with you. You have nothing to be afraid of, ‘kay?”
Cassie nodded, sniffing lightly before standing up on the bed. “I’m hungry.”
Mammon couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto his lips. “Of course. Let’s go get some dinner.”
The tension in the house was so thick, one could slice it like butter with a knife.
Leviathan hated every second of it. It felt like he had swallowed brittle concrete, an uneasy damp sensation washing over his body. He couldn’t meet anyone’s gazes, nor could he get a grip on his own emotions. What he had just witnessed was…surreal. Something that had shook him to his core. When the eldest two had fought, it was as if the air around them had a life of its own. It was feral, tasted like madness on his tongue, and stabbed at his chest like nails being hammered down. The sheer barbarism of the fight was enough to stoke the first of his darker demonic instincts, which he wasn’t even aware of anymore after burying himself in heaps of anime for so long.
Tapping the badge on his jacket lapel to keep himself grounded, he sunk into a corner of the room. But this time, no one came to check on him.
Since the only person who ever did had walked out of the front door.
From behind the elongated couch, Asmodeus gauged both the first born and the fourth born with skeptical rose gold eyes. His perfectly manicured nails dug into his forearms, an action sure to leave marks. But he was too on the edge to be bothered. The situation felt like a balloon stretched to its limits; one wrong blow and it would burst with a deafening roar.
“Lucifer.”
Satan’s voice was level, but there was an unusual amount of depth in it.
But the brother he had called out to was too lost in his own thoughts. His face had solidified into a scowl like stone, his shoulders heaving at a slow pace. His fists clenched at his sides, making the brothers tense in their positions. But nothing happened; instead, he exhaled heavily and turned his back towards them, the sound of the heavy coat draped over his shoulders shattering the silence of the previously quiet hall.
“Clean this mess up. I have to go and inform Diavolo.”
The clicking of his shoes faded out of the room, giving the remaining demons space to breathe and ease.
Belphegor pursed his lips in mild distaste. “So…now what?”
Asmo chuckled lowly and nervously. “I-It’s not like it’s the first time Mammon’s acted out like this…”
Amethyst eyes pierced both his soul and the remainder of his words. “But that was scary, wasn’t it?”
Silence.
Satan is the first one to break it. “Well, we should probably give him some time to cool down. Even for Mammon, that was one hell of a tantrum.”
The fifth-born’s vice-like grip on his forearms slacks, and he lets them drop to his sides like deadweights. “Y-Yeah. We can talk to Luci till then.”
Belphegor nibbles on the nail of his thumb. “You’d have to have a death wish for that. Lucifer will probably slice Mammon’s hands off the net time he sees him. So yeah, give it a century or two.”
Asmodeus groans. “Man, why did that idiot have to do this? It was just a kid, for fuck’s sake!”
Satan sighs softly, unconsciously slipping into his critically analytical mode. “Well, he’s always desperate for attention, isn’t he? Children are the best means for that, with the way they cling to their guardians. My best guess is that Mammon found her on the streets or something, and judging by the way the child was clinging to him, she must’ve bought his façade of greatness in a moment of vulnerability—”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, just shut up already.”
The piercing deep voice from the corner of the room makes everyone’s heads turn. Beelzebub is crouched near Leviathan, looking down at his fingers intertwined with the panicked otaku’s. The look on his face is different from usual; a furious grimace that varies from his apathetic one. But the look he directs at the fourth-born has him backing.
“Can you even hear yourself talk right now, Satan? Attention?Façade? Do you really think so less of the only brother who was even willing to raise you?”
Satan’s emerald eyes widened in shock at the words, his lips parting but no sound escaping them.
“What happened today was not a tantrum. It was something very well due. Lucifer may be the one who was punishing him, but we are all responsible for what things with Mammon have come down to. And most of all,” Beel’s grip subconsciously tightened in his anger, making Levi wince, “I am responsible for not standing up for him when you all were being fucking assholes to him.”
Belphegor didn’t know what was holding his voice back, the surprise at hearing his twin’s raw emotions after so long or the guilt choking down his words. But all that escaped his mouth was, “Beel, no—”
“Beel,yes. Stop shielding me from my mistakes, I am not a baby.” He turned back to the blonde. “Did you not see the way he defended the girl? She obviously meant something to him. Would a demon desperate for attention go up against practically royalty for someone expendable?” A sarcastic chuckle escaped his lips as he scanned the group scattered across the room. “Oh, but what would I know? I’m just the dumb guy who eats for a living, right?”
Asmo’s eyes shut in defeat, unable to watch the scene unfolding in front of him. It stung to hear such unkindly true words come from one of the youngest in the family, precisely why the narcissist didn’t want to listen to them any more than he had to.
“He may have done some not so nice things because of his sin, but haven’t we all? Shouldn’t we at least be a bit grateful that despite all his shortcomings, Mammon stuck with us? Kept us all together? If not all the things he’s done for us throughout his life, the fact that he defended a human childfromLucifer should prove that he is not a scumbag. Not in the slightest.”
For the first time in a long long while, Satan felt petrified by the fury in the glare Beelzebub fixed him with.
“So instead of your head, for once try and think with the heart that you didn’t get when you spawned out of Lucifer.”
Once the Avatar of Gluttony was done talking, he gripped the third-born’s shoulders to provide him support and helped him to his feet, ignoring the bewildered looks burning into his back and helped him up the stairs. But not before he looked over his shoulders one last time, a look of determination hardened in his eyes.
“I am going to look for Mammon. And if he refuses to come back, I’m staying with him. I won’t let him fall alone apart any longer than he already has.”
Satan/angst lovers, I got a new idea based on the plot of Devilman Crybaby (so beware of spoilers):
Although I highly recommend watching this series on Netflix if you can handle g*re and s*xual themes (let me tell you this, it was really good), I will do a brief summarization of its plot!
In the end of the Devilman Crybaby series, we learn that Ryo, the childhood friend of the protagonist Akira aka “Devilman”, is Satan. Despite not understanding emotions because he is not human, it is confirmed through the manga that Ryo romantically loves Akira. Satan ends up destroying the world, but in the process, kills Akira as well. It is assumed Satan destroyed the world in order to be alone with Akira, the only human he has grown to care for.(but also because it was his fate since he’s the literal Devil). The viewer learns that Satan’s punishment by God is to be stuck in an endless loop of being reincarnated over and over, only to destroy the planet again and relive the painful realization and truth that his wrath also killed the person he loves.
Now imagine this but through an Obey Me perspective. We place Satan (OM) in Satan’s shoes (Ryo), and MC in Akira’s. Satan is born a human, but is the pure devil on the inside. Early in his human life, he encounters a child around his age, MC. The two start an unlikely friendship, for Satan is incapable of understanding friendliness, love, compassion or empathy, and MC is the complete opposite: caring, selfless, friendly and looks out after him.
As his fate eventually orders it, Satan becomes overcome with such a drive for destruction that nothing or no one can stop him, and through a series of means and events, the world is ultimately set ablaze, and humanity is brought to such madness that nobody shows any care for each other anymore. Only MC tries to stop Satan, despite the danger that is around them with all those bloodthirsty people chasing after them, but in the process and his own wrath-fueled madness, Satan kills them after destroying all humans and leaving Earth engulfed in flames and devoid of life. For the first time in his life, as he cradles them and begs for MC to wake up, to not leave him, Satan experiences his first genuine human emotion, sadness, and finally gets to learn what love really is. Only just too late.
As Satan is left in tears and in grief, the first tears he has ever shed since his birth, God puts an end to the folly that has become humankind, and destroys Earth and its last remaining living being for it to begin anew again. As punishment for destroying his creations, Satan is now fated to live through the same life, with his same friendship with MC, same actions, their same consequences, and the same pain over and over for eternity.
Satan/angst lovers, I got a new idea based on the plot of Devilman Crybaby (so beware of spoilers):
Although I highly recommend watching this series on Netflix if you can handle g*re and s*xual themes (let me tell you this, it was really good), I will do a brief summarization of its plot!
In the end of the Devilman Crybaby series, we learn that Ryo, the childhood friend of the protagonist Akira aka “Devilman”, is Satan. Despite not understanding emotions because he is not human, it is confirmed through the manga that Ryo romantically loves Akira. Satan ends up destroying the world, but in the process, kills Akira as well. It is assumed Satan destroyed the world in order to be alone with Akira, the only human he has grown to care for.(but also because it was his fate since he’s the literal Devil). The viewer learns that Satan’s punishment by God is to be stuck in an endless loop of being reincarnated over and over, only to destroy the planet again and relive the painful realization and truth that his wrath also killed the person he loves.
Now imagine this but through an Obey Me perspective. We place Satan (OM) in Satan’s shoes (Ryo), and MC in Akira’s. Satan is born a human, but is the pure devil on the inside. Early in his human life, he encounters a child around his age, MC. The two start an unlikely friendship, for Satan is incapable of understanding friendliness, love, compassion or empathy, and MC is the complete opposite: caring, selfless, friendly and looks out after him.
As his fate eventually orders it, Satan becomes overcome with such a drive for destruction that nothing or no one can stop him, and through a series of means and events, the world is ultimately set ablaze, and humanity is brought to such madness that nobody shows any care for each other anymore. Only MC tries to stop Satan, despite the danger that is around them with all those bloodthirsty people chasing after them, but in the process and his own wrath-fueled madness, Satan kills them after destroying all humans and leaving Earth engulfed in flames and devoid of life. For the first time in his life, as he cradles them and begs for MC to wake up, to not leave him, Satan experiences his first genuine human emotion, sadness, and finally gets to learn what love really is. Only just too late.
As Satan is left in tears and in grief, the first tears he has ever shed since his birth, God puts an end to the folly that has become humankind, and destroys Earth and its last remaining living being for it to begin anew again. As punishment for destroying his creations, Satan is now fated to live through the same life, with his same friendship with MC, same actions, their same consequences, and the same pain over and over for eternity.
