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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 2 (Late): Delusions

Warnings!

• Delusions are usually linked or associated with Mental Disorders, or other sensitive topics that can often/usually get intentionally/unintentionally misrepresented in media. 
• I am warning everyone reading that I am not too familiar with the concept of experiencing, or prolonged research behind the causes of, behind, or surrounding stuff that surrounds ‘delusions’. 
• I did a little research before I actually started writing.I am not saying that it makes my information correct. However, I am saying that I did try to look into it, because I know stuf flike this can be a sensitive topic sometimes. 
• The specific kind of ‘delusion’ or ‘category’ of the delusion spectrum I am going to be writing with is the ‘Somatic Delusions’.
• From what I gathered on the internet, ‘Somatic Delusions’ are usually ones that have to do with perception on appearance, or a means of personal perceptions of things to do with one-self in one way or another. 
• ‘’A somatic delusion is a false belief that a person’s internal or external bodily functions are abnormal. This belief may also extend to viewing one’s physical appearance as very irregular.’’ - This bolded statement is one I copied and pasted from the internet as a reference. and the following bullet below will be a copied reference of ‘examples’ of said delusion type. 
  
• ‘’Common somatic delusions are that the person is infested by insects or parasites, that he or she is emitting a foul odor, that parts of the body are not functioning, or that certain parts of the body are misshapen and ugly even in the absence of objective evidence.’’
  
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• Lastly, of course, there will be mentions of depression, and what can be considered emotional abuse from Mammon’s siblings. If you do not want to read this, and understand, feel free to continue. If not- please don’t. 
• I don’t want to upset anyone, and if I accidentally represent this ‘delusion’ in a way that is extremely harmful to the community that may suffer from some of these things- don’t hesitate to let me know. 
• I will apologize in advance. 
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• Thank you for understanding and have a safe read. 

Mammon stood in the bathroom, looking at his reflection. 

It was him…

Himself. 

He had been getting more and more anxious as years went on. He knew he was. However, he wouldn’t ask for help, as he would likely be denied what he needed anyhow. 

The white haired man brought his hands up to his hair, and his eyes. He hated them. 

He brought his trembling fingers through his slightly knotted hair, unable to find peace, even in sleep. His own looks haunted him sometimes. He just looked so… wrong. Why couldn’t he look more… like his broters?  Why did he have to look so different? 

He then started to feel his own skin- shivering… one of the biggest things that made him look different. His tan. He didn’t look like he resembled them at all.. 

He once read on the internet, that sometimes, those that people are close to- will often gravitate toward those that they are more familiar with. They look for comfort in familiarity. They look for kindness in common-ground. Mammon was quite different in comparison to his siblings for many reasons. 

They all had their differences, but… somehow… he was still the ugly duckling. 

That was because his stupid body was just… wrong. 

It had been wrong from the start… and yet… he had only started to realize it in recent years. His white hair… all of his brothers had either dark hair.. or some kind of color within it… the only one who had a bit of white was Belphegor… 

His eyes… he always got comments about how these stupid eyes of his looked angelic… how they looked unnatrual, for a demon to possess. They didn’t look the way they should. They were insufficient. 

Mocking him every single time he looked at himself.

He hated it. 

He wanted nothing more than to close his eyes, and look away, most days…

Then, his skin. 

The biggest organ in connection to the body. One of the other many things he just cannot hide. 

Mammon grit his teeth in frustration. The anger had been building up for a long, long time. He couldn’t take it. The frustrated demon of Greed balled up his fists, and he shook his head. He felt so gross. He felt so unnatural, looking at his reflection. 

That wasn’t really HIM. It didn’t deserve to be. It didn’t need to be. 

The demon of greed soon punched the mirror in the bathroom, yelling out in frustration as his negative emotions lead to his outburst. The man continued to shout obscenities at himself, punching the ground, far past the point where his knuckles bled. 

His brothers wouldn’t hear him… it would be a while before they got home. 

Mammon had been sent home because of a freakout at RAD, and his items were confiscated by Lucifer on his way out the door Though, it wasn’t the black haired man he was frustrated with right now. It was himself. 

He did everything wrong, and it wasn’t hard to realize that. 

Maybe if he could just change himself. Make himself feel better about everything that his genes denied him, he could finally start to improve himself as an indevidual. Maybe changing himself, would finally be a solution to his internal aching, and constant contemplations. 

Finally finding an idea, Mammon scrambled to his feet, before going to run around the house. 

He was going to steal. He was good for nothing for it… maybe… just maybe… this would be the last time…?

He found deep red hair dye, a set of gray contacts, and some special foundation, that would make his tan at least lighter… hopefully..

An hour of preperations, and changing later- and Mammon looked in the mirror in the hallway- since he had broken the mirror in his own bathroom.

He stared at himself. 

Him. 

The new him…

Deep brown hair, and dark gray eyes. Lighter skin, and a beauty mark or two… 

Mammon smiled at himself, before feeling a tightness in his chest. 

Did he finally do it?! Did he finally fix his problems? All of the mistakes that his genetics had made him? Was he finally going to be better? Or maybe feel better about himself?

“I… I…” he started to say to himself, before bringing his hands to his face.The smile was genuine… only for a couple seconds. 

No. 

This new look. 

This new style…

It was him..

No matter what he did… it was still him. 

It wasn’t natural. 

It didn’t fit. 

Because.. no matter what he did…. he couldn’t shed his own skin. His own abdnormailies and flaws. He couldn’t cover up what his genetics had given him forever.. his own natural appearance was going to always haunt him… it was showing through the disguise he put in. 

The stupid white hair… and those ugly gold and blue eyes…

His dumbass tan, and stupid fucking messy mop…

No matter what he did, he would be flawed. 

He was always going to be an eyesore. 

In frustration, Mammon pulled at his hair again, before also punching the hallway mirror, and in the end… it all had been worth nothing. 

The avatar of greed covered his face, and started to cry, his emotions building up in his chest. He would never be able to make himself tolerable… if not perfect. 

He was always going to be himself…

and….

that was the problem. 

He was Mammon. 

He WAS the abdnormailty…

All of his flaws her HIS. 

HE stared back at HIMSELF. 

because that… is the one thing… that he can’t change with some die, makeup, and a pair of contacts….

He would forever be a flaw. 

He would forever be burdened. 

He would burden others. 

Eventually- he gave up. He just leans against the rail of the stairs, covering his eyes, and refusing to look to the shards of glass on the floor nearby, because the only thing he would see staring back at him, was the very thing he didn’t want to see. 

He rested, and let his tormented thoughts trample him.

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. 

Mammon leans back on the couch, reading a small book. As of late, he had been restless, and found a lot of comfort in staying awake in a room that wasn’t his. Overall, his mood had been a constant dragging sensation. Nothing but annoyances, or grief. 

The tired, white haired demon flipped a page in his book, and soon, felt a small nudging on his arm. 

Looking down, he smiled, seeing the Little Devil of Greed. also known as ‘Lil D No. 2′. The small devil grinned at him in their typically mischievious way, before floating down, and plopping down on Mammon’s chest. 

“Papaaaaa” the small devil whined playfully to the Demon of Greed. “Papaa, I’m bored…” the small devil continued. 

Mammon groaned, and put the book down. However, he maintained a pretty soft expression. “Lil G. It’s late, there’s not much i can do with you right now. What do you want me to do?” the white haired man asked, 

The small devilish creature smiled as it moved it’s small stick like hands a bit. “Read?” he asked, before crawling up closer to mammon’s head, and looking up at the book. “I like hearing you tell stories.” the devil said, before settling down again. 

Naturally, Mammon’s older brother instinct took over, and he sighs- a small smile crossing his lips as he sat up on the couch. “Fine, Fine. Come ‘ere goofball.” he pat the small pillow right next to him, the little golden eyed devil letting out a small cackle-like laugh- though it more in playfulness. It plopped down on the pillow and looks up, seeing a few small drawings on the book. 

The avatar of greed started to read the modest book with enthusiasm, smiling down to the devil, then turning the page to read again. He made sure to read somewhat silently, that way he wasn’t waking anyone up- but in about ten minutes, the other visiting little devils were all on the couch with him and Lil’ G- listening to the story. 

The rest of the night went by quickly, all of them enjoying their family-like activity together.

“Once, in a far off land- the skies were stained black with unknown auras of the night sky- burning stars pierced the darkness- and from them- a guardian was borne. He was calm, and fair. One might say that he was an image of arguable perfection. Noble, and pure, this guardian was. He could pierce enemeies with his sword- romoured to be white-hot to the touch. Every monster he slain fell from the skies- leaving behind a trail of light. Thus- ‘Falling Stars’ were discovered.”

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

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It was funny. 

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

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

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

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

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

So miniscule and laughable. 

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

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

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

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

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

He wants it. 

He longs for it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

No matter what.

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

He felt cold. 

Too cold. 

Everything hurt. 

It spun, and made him feel nauseus.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His chest was starting to hurt again. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

((To Be Continued))

Friendship… what comes to one’s mind when they hear that word? Just what do they picture when they think of a ‘friend’. 

Everyone’s ideal version of this word varies. It differs, based on the beholder. 

There is always needs, and wants, or requirements. There is desire upon desire upon desire. Yet, somehow, the subject is always changing. Fleeting, in a way. When someone says that they want a friend… they are trying to find comfort, or find something, someone to confide in. 

Someone that you can trust with secrets, and stress, and grievences.

Someone who can tell you that you are wrong, without belittling you. Someone who makes you be the best versions of yourself, because they are willing to help you as much as you are willing to help them. 

Though… 

When Mammon said he made friends… Lucifer didn’t know what he was expecting..

Looking to the bloodied bodies of demons that rested in a strange house now… he was even more confused. Confused, and horrified. 

There, in the center of them, holding a pleasant conversation as he sewn one of the mouths of the demons shut- was his brother, who was rambling away to the bodies with a lot of enthusiasm. He was laughing away, telling some secrets to them. 

He was brought from his happy stupor, looking up and locking eyes with the eldest of the demon brothers. “Luciii, therre you are!” he chirped out. “You’re just in time! I wanted you to meet my friends! I made them myself!”

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Indeed he did…

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

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

Mammon seemed so normal at first. 

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

The incidents started out small. They always did. 

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

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

“Maybe you’re just seeing things.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Belphegor waits for over ten minutes… apprehensive to move. 

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

His entire body went cold after several minutes of waiting. 

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

He couldn’t find it…

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

There was no pulse .

Mammon didn’t have a heartbeat.

Warning: 

• This is an AU Apocalyptic Scenario
• 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. 
• - 
• 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.

He was finally… going home. 

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

Not that Satan knew that, of course. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was having fun.

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

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

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

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

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

Time was flying by. 

Going by so quickly. 

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

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

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

The air was cool, and the moon was full. 

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

((To Be Contiued))