Mammon’s replacement.

Heeeey

How y'all doin?, ya missed me? I betcha did

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.

That’s it for now friends, bye bye

Ayo wassup.

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.

Ok goodnight.

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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.

Thx for reading ❤

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MC Goes to the Demon Brothers During a Storm

Part 2: Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor

Part 1: Lucifer, Mammon, and Levi

Today the storm would hit. All the Devildom news channels were talking about the immense storm that was brewing just outside the city walls. Storms were not unfamiliar to you, in fact, you had grown accustomed to the regular cycle of fair and foul weather that would haunt your hometown; the everchanging seasons were as natural to you as the day preceeding the night. You had been living in the Devildom for more than a year now, and you were slowly getting used to the peculiarities of this previously unfamiliar realm. There was no shortage of surprises in store as you navigated this world of demons. Everything was bigger, scarier, and more dangerous than anything you’d ever known in the Human Realm. If even demons were scared of this storm, then it must be far more terrifying than everything you’ve endured to date. A human could never survive a storm that even demons feared.

At least, that’s what the little voice in your head kept telling you.

You knew better than to listen to it, of course, and yet its insidious and malicious call was too loud to ignore. That small doubt developed into a fear, one that curled and gnarled itself in your rib cage and caused dread to creep up the arteries to your brain. The storm made you nervous. No matter how you tried to shake off the feeling, it lingered— impossible to ignore. It was only a matter of hours before the stormreached the House of Lamentation.

As the day began its inevitable descent into night, the fear’s grip on your heart grew stronger. You knew that if you had any chance of getting any sleep this night, then you would need to speak to him to finally put your heart at ease.

Satan

You knew Satan’s habits fairly well by now. When he kept his door open, leaving nothing more than a thin window into his room, it signalled he sought company. He was an intellectual. His thoughts had a habit of spiralling beyond his control; a crack in his otherwise private space meant that he was never truly alone to be overcome by them. He would rarely admit to it, naturally, instead opting to leave this near invisible signal in the hope that you would decipher its meaning. His message was clear: Satan was also worried about the storm.

The floorboards squeaked under your feet and alerted him to your presence.

“Hm? Oh, it’s only you.” The tension seemed to roll off his shoulders with his blossoming smile. “I thought I’d take the opportunity to place some of these books back onto their shelves.”

Books are a sanctuary, you remember Satan telling you once. To see him turn his attention so wholly to his personal library at a time like this was no surprise. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pressed your cheek against him and squeezed lovingly; the statuesque figure in your arms softened from marble into clay, relaxing into your embrace. His chest thrummed as he practically purred with contentment. He rested a single hand on yours and was still. The pressure of your body against his grounded him. You were here, with him, just when he needed you. In his other, he held a well-worn book. Its gold lettering had faded over years of handling, the delicate filigree pattern all but lost to time, yet the slight embossed lettering on the spine had survived. The title was still barely visible, but only when tilted at a particular angle which allowed the shadows to be cast in such a way for the letters to be revealed.

Satan tilted the book and smiled to himself.

“‘The Tempest’…how apt.” He placed the book back onto the shelf and lifted another book from the pile. It was similar in appearance to the last, but had evidentally seen more use, as some of the cover had begun to peel at the corners. He clutched it closer to his chest and turned his head to you. “Would…you like me to read to you?”

You nodded and reluctantly released Satan from your grip. The request stemmed from Satan’s desire to seek comfort for himself, but he appreciated the pretense your presence offered him. Unlike his brothers’ rooms, Satan’s room always felt much colder and worn down than the rest of the house; it showed every century its long lamentable existence. If Satan spent more time cleaning than reading, then perhaps the room might feel more inviting. The large window opened out onto a wide expanse of rolling cloud and crackling lightning, torrents of rain crashed against the antique glass, and a slight draught whistled through a hairline crack in the window sill. You draped his pawprint blanket around your shoulders and motioned for Satan to join you.

He nestled in beside you. Delicately, he opened the book and started to read…

Asmodeus

“Come in, darling,” Asmo’s voice warbled from beyond the door. You swung the door open with a slight shove.

A heady fragrance of rose and jasmine saturated the air. An ethereal steam rose intricately from Asmo’s exposed skin, which had been blushed pink from his prolonged soak in the bath. Asmo lay atop his covers, his favourite fleece dressing gown covered him from head to knees, and he rested his head on his arm. It was strange to see him so…quiet. He wasn’t even dressed yet. His peach hair fell in a mess of clumsy curls, haphazardly dried with a bath towel instead of his rigorous blow-dry regimen. With a simple jerk of his immaculately manicured finger, he motioned for you to join him on the bed.

You clambered onto his bed and settled beside him. You reached beneath his dressing gown to nestle against his chest. Glistening droplets dotted along his collarbone captured the light, glittered and rolled surreptiously down his torso; you were mesmerised. His skin radiated warmth and was temptingly soft to the touch. Asmo wrapped you inside his dressing gown, enveloping you in a fluffy caccoon, until your every sense was focussed on him. You lay with your cheek against his nape, breathing in the enticing aroma that seemed to be infused into his very skin. The sound of his heartbeat a constant rhythm that drowned out the storm beyond those four walls.

“There was a storm just like this not long after we first arrived in the Devildom,” Asmo said after a long silence.

Now that you were so close to him, his voice sounded almost like your own. There was a rawness to it that you’d never heard before. A grittiness in his voice that rumbled in his chest, that was repressed and filtered out of his pitch-perfect falsetto. It was beautiful.

“It was awful! The wind completely destroyed my hair and that rain—! Ugh, it was horizontal! I had mascara running down my chin, I was so wet. I remember finally getting to my room to freshen up and seeing myself in the mirror…” his grip on you tightened as he pressed countless silent kisses to the top of your head. “It was then that I realised how different the Devildom was to the Celestial Realm.”

His silence was heavy, as though carrying more sorrow than mere words could ever convey. The honesty of his trembling embrace was a side of him you’d never seen before.

“Can I stay here tonight?” You asked meekly.

“Of course, hon,” he whispered, while his arms pulled you closer. “A few more moments like this and then we’ll get ready for bed, ok?”

Beelzebub

It didn’t take you long to find him. Upon walking into the kitchen, you saw Beel sizing up three large mugs. He was evidently deep in thought as he weighed two of them in each hand, allowing his arms to mimic the balancing motion of an antique kitchen scale. He finally shook his head and replaced the mug in his left hand with his favourite gargantuan gallon-sized tankard. You had given it to him for his birthday; a tingling satisfaction settled in your stomach each time you saw him drink from it.

“You look busy,” you said as you peered into the bubbling pot on the fire.

“Belphie wanted one of my signature Devil Dark Hot Chocolate Surprises. I thought I’d make one for the two of us too, so we can drink it all together.” Beel wiped his mouth and diligently stirred the velvety elixir of molten chocolate.

The air was filled with the delectable scent of warm cocoa. Beel dipped a spoon into the mixture, blew on it to cool it down, and held it out to you. You tasted it. A deep bitterness took root at the base of your tongue, delicately balanced by the sweet thick cream, and brought to life with a surprising fiery heat. The knotty fear that had settled in your chest relinquished its hold on your heart. Encouraged by your glowing reaction, Beel deftly served the three hot chocolates into the mugs on the kitchen top. He topped it with a mountain of whipped cream and decorated them with marshmallow stars. His large hands moved dextrously while constructing this confectionary masterpiece. It was a work of art, but there was still a question lingering in your mind.

“What’s the surprise?” You asked.

“I added some 'Black Star Liqueur’,” Beel whispered conspiratorily. “I stole it from Lucifer’s drink cabinet.”

Belphegor

How was it possible to lose a whole demon? The Avatar of Sloth wasn’t exactly known for playing something as energetic as 'Hide and Seek’. You searched everywhere: the twins’ bedroom, the attic, the living room, the library, the kitchen, and even Lucifer’s private study; everywhere that was warm and cosy; anywhere that would be a perfect napping spot. After what felt like hours of searching, you were ready to give up and attempt to face the storm alone. A lonely light flickered and caught your eye.

The Planetarium rattled in the screeching wind. Its glass ceiling and tall windows provided an unobscured view of the weather outside. Silhouetted by the flashes of lightning was a solitary figure, who sat half-dozing, gazing out upon the stormfront. The storm yowled like a great cat, hissing and baring its fangs at its advesary, and flashed its electric eyes at the House of Lamentation. Belphie and you were but mere goldfish gawking helplessly from your creaking glass bowl. The great storm cat’s claws scratched at the glass dome in time with the tree branches scraping across the roof; it was a cacophony of crashing thunder, wind and rain.

You cleared your throat and startled Belphie. He looked at you, his expression wide-eyed and alert. You padded softly to his side to join him on the seat under the window. On instinct, his arm curled around your waist and held you close, until even your breaths seemed to rise and fall in perfect harmony.

“I thought you’d be asleep,” you said as you nuzzled into his hair. “I was looking for you everywhere.”

“It’s too noisy to sleep,” Belphie huffed.

His words surprised you. A pensive air fell over Belphie whilst he watched the storm’s ferocious onslaught against the Devildom. It was though you were watching a steadfast sentinel silently standing guard against the elements. His eyes never left the sky. You too were captivated by the ebb and flow of turbulent cloud currents that continually swirled into everchanging patterns.

Outside, the very roots of your beloved Devildom trembled and strengthened to withstand the worst storm in centuries. Yet in here, in his arms, you felt calm— you felt safe. It was always so easy to sleep in the arms of your beloved demon.

The Brothers as Random Texts I’ve sent in the last 24 hours

Satan: I’m not FUCKING ANGRY I’m just being a sarcastic bitch

Leviathan: I’m not good at insulting people BUT IF I WAS You’d be SO roasted rn

Beelzebub: Currently eating a tomato like an apple because I want to eat but I also need to be healthy

Asmo: How do I brag without sounding like a narcissistic bitch

Belphegor, replying: You already are a narcissistic bitch

Asmo: I know but how do I not SOUND like one

MC: I’m sorry to tell you this, but you have a heart and a capacity to feel.

Belphegor: You take that back!

I wanted to add Lise too !! Their style is so hard to imitate but I’m still proud of it

Work out with the twins

Belphegor x reader

nsfw - ‘sin’ blurb mini series - gn!reader

For once Belphie didn’t actually mean for his sharp tongue to get the best of him. He didn’t mean what he said, he fucking swears it, but he did say it and now you’re sitting in Beel’s lap- practically being swallowed up by Beel’s coat- and sharing Belphie’s favorite snack. He didn’t mean to be a dick, he swears, but that doesn’t stop the jealousy and anger bubbling in his chest even though he’s sure he absolutely deserves this. And he knows it doesn’t mean anything, you’re his, you’re only friends with Beel, but goddamnit you’re supposed to be wearing his jacket and be in his lap. As the youngest, he’s always gotten what he wanted, and he gets what he wants later that night : you in his lap being swallowed by his shirt, leaving him topless. But you’re not letting him touch you and you’re just barely grinding down on him and he swears- promises up and down- he didn’t mean what he said and he knows he’s getting what he deserves when you command him to cum as you lift yourself off his lap. And he swears that he’ll be good when you sit back down, promising to make you feel good, but for the rest of the night he’s sobbing into the pillow because you’re not touching him even though he’s cumming over and over again.

“Are you sorry yet?”

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Hello my doves! My name is Gaby. Here are some clarification about my writing process

• The way I go through my requests is from oldest to newest, so if you just put in a request it may take me a while to get to you, but I plan to try and answer all of your requests. 
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I- I just finished Hide and Seek devilgram story.

It’s heartbreaking.

@inlustris-arts I’ll give you a preview, lmao

I- I just finished Hide and Seek devilgram story.

It’s heartbreaking.