A/N: It feels good to finally be writing again! Hopefully this is worth the unintentional wait. As always, MC is gender neutral and it’s my usual comfort style
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 storm reached 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.
Lucifer
The Avatar of Pride was as predictable as he was strict. At this time of the evening, you knew that he would be hard at work in his study. You knocked gently at his door, feeling a little embarrassed that your irrational fear had brought you here. Yet you knew that if anyone was able to soothe your doubts, it was Lucifer. There was a long silence. You could faintly make out the sounds of rustling papers and the familiar scratching of his quill on parchment. What you couldn’t detect, however, were any signs that Lucifer had heard you knocking.
Should you knock again?
The anxious feeling in your stomach began to swell. It only grew worse the longer the silence lasted. You closed your eyes, breathed deeply, and resolved to knock on the door again. You rapped your knuckles against the soft surface. Wait…soft?
“May I help you?” Lucifer asked, his brow furrowed as he looked quizzically at the hand that had just knocked against his chest.
“Ah, sorry!” You spluttered and took a step back. “It’s just…that big storm is supposed to hit today, and I, uh…” You trailed off, unsure what it was exactly that you needed from Lucifer. You wanted his company, that much was certain, but what could Lucifer realistically do to help in this situation? Despite acting as Diavolo’s right hand demon, not even Lucifer was powerful enough to command a storm to bow to his will. Lucifer hummed and raised his gloved hand to his chin in contemplation.
“That was today, was it?” He asked. “Thank you for reminding me. I suppose I can count on your assistance with our preparations.” Lucifer smiled in his characteristic manner when he knew he was giving an order, rather than a request. You couldn’t help but sigh. This wasn’t quite what you had expected, but if Lucifer needed the help, then you could find no reason why you should refuse.
Debris of branch fragments already littered the path from the back door and across the House of Lamentation’s garden. The wind caught hold of your hair and twirled it skyward as it did for Lucifer, who now resembled a hedgehog more than a demon. A rogue leaf got caught in his hair and he bowed his head so you could retrieve it.
Together you walked around the garden, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist lest you should be blown over by the gale. You had to turn your face from the direction of the wind, afraid that the sheer power would rip the air from your lungs, as it relentlessly roared in your ears. It was so fierce that at times it felt impossible to catch your breath. Each time you feared the wind would overpower you, Lucifer’s steadfast form would appear at your side and grant you shelter from the elements.
Ropes were fastened on benches, small trees, and ornaments; anything that could be picked up and carried away. For everything else, Lucifer used a range of enchantments designed to cement the treasured objects to the ground. When you had finished, Lucifer wrapped his coat around your shoulders and stood with you in the doorway to admire your hour’s work.
“How are you feeling now?” Lucifer spoke in a quiet, breathy tone. You were almost surprised you could hear him over the howling tempest outside.
“Much better,” you admitted as you nestled into the warm fabric around your shoulders. “Especially now I know we’ve done everything we can to keep the house safe.”
“I’m glad…” he smiled sadly and pulled you closer to him. “There are some things in this world that we are powerless to stop, even for us demons. Sometimes all we can do is hold on tightly to the things that matter to us most and hope the storm won’t carry them away.”
Mammon
It wasn’t unusual for you to spend a quiet evening in Mammon’s room. Sometimes the two of you would hit the town, and it would take all of your patient and loving words to stop Mammon from buying out half the shop just because said you liked something you saw in the store window. These quiet evenings with you were his favourite. A special time where he can have you all to himself, away from his brothers’ glowering insults and playful prods, and free to simply enjoy each other’s company.
Mammon’s room was situated in the heart of the house. No sound of the wind penetrated these walls, no raindrop pattered furiously against the windowpanes, and no beams creaked as it braced itself against the tempestuous gale. The surround sound system that Mammon had recently installed boomed out the jaunty soundtrack of the Magic School series the two of you were binging.
You nestled into Mammon’s side and nuzzled his neck. Warmth flooded his cheeks, his grip on your hips tightened as he kissed the top of your head and sighed contentedly.
“This really is the best,” Mammon said. “Ya have nothing to worry about when you’re in the arms of The Great Mammon!” You laughed airily. The creeping doubt that had plagued your thoughts was now a distant memory. You climbed onto his lap so you could gaze into the golden depths of his azure eyes.
His lips melted against yours. All you could think about was the feel of his burning lips, the coy slip of tongue that teased a quiet gasp from your throat, and the firm grip keeping you securely against the Avatar of Greed’s chest. You lost yourselves to the intensity of this heated kiss. The raging storm outside had diminished to nothing more than the perfect excuse to spend the night with your favourite demon.
Leviathan
“The Lord of Fools—…"
"Oh, it’s you!” Leviathan interrupted before you could finish the secret phrase. “Come in, I mean, that is if you want to…"
You cautiously stepped into Levi’s room. Henry excitedly swam in circles upon seeing you. Levi unplugged his headset and turned to you. Your fidgeting hands and tense posture caught his attention first; it was a feeling that he was unfortunately all too familiar with. As much as he hated seeing you in any sort of distress, he couldn’t deny that he was a little pleased that he was demon you turned to for support.
"I hope you don’t mind me dropping in like this…I know I’m getting worried over nothing. I just…needed to see you.” You said.
Levi’s cheeks glowed a deep crimson and he tried to hide his blush behind his hoodie sleeve. In his role of Grand Admiral, he was used to demons placing their trust in him. Yet, knowing that you trusted him, you too sought him for safety just like he would seek for you, brought him a joy greater than he’d ever imagined. These excitable thoughts swam through his mind as he patted the space beside him as casually as his racing heart would allow.
You moved the second gaming chair closer to him before you took your seat. The cool fabric of Levi’s hoodie was soft against your cheek. You tentatively held onto his arm and leaned against him, feeling the muscles tense then relax beneath your touch.
Blearily you half-focussed on the large monitor in front of you. The sleep you feared would be out of reach now seemed to settle throughout your entire body, reassured by the comforting presence of your favourite otaku demon. Levi was playing a pirate simulator and had rigged the two gaming chairs to rock in time with the motion of the virtual waves. It really did feel like you were sat on a boat. The storm outside only added to the ambience of the game’s special effects. You closed your eyes and immersed yourself in the soundscape; a strong gust whistled through the creaking rigging, huge sails billowed and strained in the building gales, waves splashed rhythmically against the timber hull as seagulls cried out their piercing song above your head.
“This is my favourite game to play when I’m feeling…” Levi paused. Suddenly he felt guilty about waking you from your encroaching slumber. However seeing you sleepily smile up at him renewed his confidence to continue. “When I’m feeling overwhelmed. There’s something about being at sea that relaxes me."
You kissed his cheek and settled yourself against him again. "Thank you, Levi.” With the rocking of the chair and the low rumble of Levi’s voice, you finally felt the dread weight had melted from your shoulders. Finally you could smile freely again.
Lucifer checks up on his brothers (and you) every night after finishing his paperwork. He patrols the house at around 3am and just peeks into everyone’s rooms to make sure they’re all in bed and sleeping.
One time, he couldn’t find Asmo anywhere so he stomped around DevilDom trying to find him and dragged him back home by the collar after spotting him outside the Fall. And then he proceeded to stay awake and guard his room for several more hours to make sure he doesn’t try to sneak out again. He continued to do this for at least a week and probably still does it on occasion, simply because he worries if his siblings aren’t all at home by midnight and Asmo is too wild for his liking.
Another time, he came across Mammon sleeping on the floor of your room and carried him all the way back to his room. Then he tucked him in and came to check in on you next. He also tucked you in. You were only pretending to be asleep so you saw him do all this but decided not to say anything because he looked very happy with himself, though you were tempted to tease him the next day at breakfast.
Sometimes, he finds Belphie asleep in the planetarium. He knows better than to try and bring him upstairs since the youngest would wake up and tell him to piss off anyway because he chose to fall asleep here on the cold, hard flooranddidn’t need his help, thank you very much. So, Lucifer just brings him a few of his blankets from the twins’ room and uses those to cover him up so he doesn’t freeze to death for the remainder of the night. He also does this for Satan, when he finds him sleeping in library since the fourth born practically lives there and refuses to leave even when he’s past the point of exhaustion.
Lucifer checks on Beel the most. He’s aware his brother has some pretty nasty nightmares so he stops by every hour or so to wake him up if he can tell he’s having one. He brings food too, just so that the sixth born doesn’t go raid the kitchen again. Then he leaves and never mentions it again and Beel usually can’t remember if he was hallucinating or not.
Also, after a while he catches Levi playing video games at like…4am and just turns the WiFi off so his brother can go sleep for once. The third born can cuss him out about it all he wants but he’s not budging and Levi has to admit defeat and go curl up in his bathtub. He accepted his fate and has to go along with his sleeping schedule getting forcibly fixed by Lucifer, who won’t take no for an answer.
Lucifer needs someone to tuck him in bed tbh, like he’s the only one still awake by dawn and he refuses to admit that he’s tired so he just drinks fifty cups of coffee and calls it a day and his brothers are none the wiser. That makes me sad thinking about it-
(Lucifers sin is commonly represented as something positive and is frequently being praised and encouraged in fanfictions/theories ect.)
The sin of pride is an excessive preoccupation with self and one’s own importance, achievements, status, or possessions.
This sin is considered rebellion against God because it attributes to one’s self the honor and glory that only God is due.
Pride is the opposite of humility, a character quality that greatly pleases God, and one He rewards.
The bible often talks of God humbling the proud.
Pride is not about self-respect, self-esteem, dignity or confidence
Pride becomes sinful when it is excessively self-focused and self-elevating. This kind of pride is what most often appears in the Bible. The biblical sin of pride refers to a high or exalted attitude—the opposite of the virtue of humility, which is the appropriate posture people ought to have with God.
Pride is a self-conscious emotion that occurs when a goal has been attained and one’s achievement has been recognized and approved by others. It differs from joy and happiness in that these emotions do not require the approval of others to be experienced. Pride also has expressive reactions that differ from joy, such as puffing up of the chest and directing attention to others or an audience. False pride can become grandiosity if the sense of accomplishment is not deserved or the reaction is excessive.
I really want to write about star wars/clone wars ect but I caaaant
Obey me brothers with a gremlin MC
Lucifer:
- stop distracting him
- DONT BITE CERBERUS
- He doesn’t like leaving you alone and he thought making you tea and having you sit with him while he works would calm you but WHY ARE YOU VIBRATING
- might have asked Diavolo if it were possible to switch the exchange student
- thought about putting a leash on you but desided against it when he saw you bite a plate in half
Mammon:
- first he thought it was nice because somehow you can be very quiet when you want to but he found out it’s not quiet enough for lucifer
- enjoys your little trinkets even sticks and rocks
- is confused as to why you don’t want more fancy things but definitely won’t complain
- afterwards noticed.. YOURE CRAZY WTF
- sees you squeezed between shelves and behind doors
- is scared of your room “why is it so dark ”
- screamed at a fucked up worm furby he found in your bed. absolutely died
Leviathan:
same
- ANYWAYS you both get along pretty well
- he awkwardly gives you little snacks like you would give an animal and you just kinda eat them outta his palm
- enjoys petting your hair while he plays if he can
- Likes the calm and weird version of you more than the chaotic loud one
- quite enjoys your room if it’s full of blankets on the walls, posters, trinkets everywhere, LEDs maybe yk just a mess
- minimalism is bullshit and he agrees fully
Satan:
- is surprisingly relaxed in your room but will not let you go in his
- fears you throw book piles over
- when he stays up too late and you’re in the same room he’ll see you in a VERY not comfortable looking position
- If you love cats he’s already showing you pictures and telling you about different kinds asking if you have a favourite kind/breed
- Does actually quite well at handling you when you’re chaotic
- If you have hyperfixiations or just like to ramble he’d love to have some tea and relax in yours or his room
- really enjoys telling you about different things you collected but is quite confused when you show up with throws away bottle caps and random shiney things
Asmodeos:
- will give you pretty rocks and crystals
- would do so many candle nights with you
- can’t quite handel you when you’re.. active
- “WHY ARE YOU HANGING FROM THE CHANDELIER??”
- also please stop wearing the same hoodie for 7 days straight ily but im dying
- once you two were out and some fans wanted pictures with him. They realised you were THE human so they wanted pictures with you to but when you just started barking they left the fuck
- Asmo was ✨ traumatised ✨
- tries to keep you hygienic even after being dusty because you KEEP FINDING OLD WEIRD PLACES
- is interested in your rooms aesthetic but its definitely not his style
- will respect it tho 10/10
Belphegor:
- my diavolo STAND STILL
- hates active you
- throws balls and stuff like you would a dog
- Reeaaally likes your room. The messy shit, the candles, the weird fucking stuff- IS THAT A SKULL?
- would really like cuddling with you but will have to wait until you’re half dead after your hyper moments
- if you dont sleep a lot istfg belphie will slap the living shit out of you
- stop drinking energy/coffe and go tf to sleep
- once he fell asleep thinking you already left after cuddling but when he woke up belphie saw you lying under beelzebubs bed staring at him
Beelzebub:
- has had the same experience as belphies last
- is concerned on how you just.. s t a r e like please blink
- your sleep cycle is just a triangle at this point and he is sure of that. he doesn’t know how it works either
- run around too much and he’ll pick you up with one hand and hold you in the air until well something happens
- tried going to the gym with you to release some energy but you hated the people, atmosphere and everything included
- might have seen you sit on those big “machines” people use to work out with while staring at the person using it
they did not notice
- sometimes throws little snacks at you to either see you catch them, or them hit your face and you scrambling after it to eat it off the floor
- will just hug you tighly at some point and won’t let go until you sleep
Warnings: highly suggestive in parts, but overall sfw
Word Count: 3k
A/N: Hello friends! Here is my collab piece for the @celestialarchiveshq fall collab. Special thanks to @kaitycole and @lettrespromises for beta reading the piece for me!
Find the other collab works here!
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
A soft rap of knuckles sounded from the other side of the door to your bedroom. It wasn’t unusual to have one of the brothers visit you, in fact it was surprising that you had managed to spend the past two hours alone. You called out and waited several moments for the door to open, but no one answered. Your brows furrowed as you left the book you had been reading on the bed and checked the hallway to see who was visiting.
No one stood on the other side of the door, nor was there anyone in the hallway or kitchen next door. Frowning, you turned to return to your schoolwork. As you went to close the door your attention caught on a deep red envelope tucked against the bottom of the door frame just outside. It was light in weight and had your name written across the front in a beautiful, scrolling print you immediately recognized as belonging to Lucifer.
How curious.
Settling on the edge of your bed you carefully peel back the wax stamped to keep the envelope closed and pull the parchment from within. The room fills with the scent of vetiver and dark rum, prompting you to push the letter to your nose to get more of the alluring fragrance. The dark strength. The power and control. The intrigue. It smells just like Lucifer.
MC,
I am not quite sure why I am taking the time to write to you today. I simply could not pull my thoughts away from you. Perhaps this letter will help me to regain my focus. You are very distracting, you know. The sound of your laughter carries through the house, calling to me. It is nice to live in a home so filled with your joy. Especially with how easily that happiness extends to my brothers as well.
It is almost autumn in the human world. I always enjoyed the way their world looked during those chilly months. Did you enjoy the fall season when you still lived in the mortal realm? I cannot help but wonder if you miss being there. I hope not. My brothers like having you here with us.
Perhaps we should visit, enjoy all that the season has to offer. You would drag me to do the most ridiculous things, I can imagine. It would be worth it to see you smile at me the way you do my brothers.
Would you like that? To take a weekend and steal away to the mortal realm with me?
It’s decided then, I will plan everything. Just be ready to leave next Saturday morning. Early, MC. I want to make the most of every moment I can spend with you.
Until then,
Lucifer
Well that was.. Chaotic and unexpected. Lucifer was making time to take you home for a weekend. Lucifer- the demon who can barely make time to take care of himself outside of his duties as Diavolo’s second. Your heart beats a little harder against your chest as a soft smile graces your lips. ‘Almost seems like you actually like me’, you muse as you refold the letter and return it to the envelope.
Tucking the letter into your desk drawer you grabbed your phone from your hoodie pocket. A trip to the surface with the avatar of Pride would require a few additions to your wardrobe, and shopping alone was never any fun.
“Well hello darling, miss me already?” Asmo purred, picking up after the first ring when you called him. His flirting was shameless and confident, and it never failed to bring heat to your cheeks. Just being around him boosts your own confidence. It was difficult to doubt yourself with the avatar of Lust himself constantly reminding you just how enchanting he finds you to be.
“I always miss you, Asmo. Care to rectify my longing with a little shopping?”
“I’m always available to go shopping with you. Meet me in the foyer in half an hour?”
“Sounds perfect, handsome! See you then!” Hanging up the phone, you quickly changed into clothes more suited to a day at the shops with Asmo.
Thirty minutes later you were headed out of the House of Lamentation and into town with your arm intertwined with a flirty, champagne haired demon.
“So are we looking for anything specific or was this just an excuse to get me alone?” Asmo wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, bringing laughter spilling from your lips.
“Can I say both? I need something nice to wear for…” You paused, contemplating whether Lucifer would want you to reveal his plans to his brothers. That always ran the risk of them either conning their way into joining or just crashing the getaway.
“For your trip to the human realm with Lucifer?” Asmo supplied.
“Exactly! Sorry I wasn’t sure if I could share our plans.”
“No worries darling. Though I may be jealous my brother gets to steal you away for a weekend we all know he needs this more than anyone. I can’t remember the last time he took a vacation that wasn’t somehow work related.” Asmo’s amber eyes flashed with sadness before returning to their usual mischievous brightness. “So make sure you help him de-stress. A couple hundred orgasms for you both should-“
“Oh my word, Asmo!” You shouted, playfully batting at his arm as he laughed at you. Your face was hotter than the Sahara at the suggestion in his words. As if Lucifer, the avatar of freaking Pride, would really want to do those things with you. He probably found the thought of kissing you repulsive. Actually he probably has never even thought of kissing you! “You’re going to be the death of me,” you muttered as you pulled him into one of the many clothing shops within the Devildom.
“MC, you know I can always tell when you’re doubting your worth. Lucifer wants you just as much as the rest of us. He just won’t ever admit it.”
You hummed noncommittally before focusing on the task you had set out to do. Fall on the surface would be colder than it is down here in the main part of the Devildom, so you’d need warmer clothes. Not just your usual hoodies and leggings either. If, as Asmo was suggesting, you would be spending the weekend playing pretend with Lucifer you were going all out. That meant dressing the part.
By midday you had everything you could possibly need and maybe a bit more. It was hard not to walk away with an abundance of new clothes when Asmo was constantly pointing out how ravishing you would look in them. “Lunch?” You ask as you step out of the latest shop, arms burdened with bags. You could ask one of the Little D’s to return them to the house for you, but it felt right to carry them yourself. Let the little creatures have a break for once.
“If you’re on the menu I’m always ready to eat.” Before you could slug him for the embarrassing commentary Asmo caught your wrist, dragging you further down the street. “Don’t worry, darling, I’ll feed you but first we have one more stop to make.”
All of the blood coursing through your body turned to magma, bringing enough heat to your face and neck to make you tug at your collar uncomfortably. “Asmo why exactly are you pulling me into a sex shop?” You whisper the last words, eyes darting around wildly. While you may not be a virgin, the topic of sex and acts of a similar nature made you squirm. You just weren’t confident enough in yourself to chat idly about something so private.
“We’re buying you something nice to wear on your trip. Obviously.” His grip on your wrist tightened slightly as you struggled to escape. He pulled you through the front of the store, dragging you to the back where there were racks brimming with every color and style of lingerie you could imagine. Within minutes your arms were overflowing with the various options Asmo was suggesting.
It was honestly overwhelming. Luckily your best friend noticed and tossed them all back in the racks. “Listen MC. I don’t think Lucifer planned this trip with the intention of seducing you, that’s not really his style. But if something were to happen during this romantic getaway wouldn’t you rather be prepared?” He asked as he gently cupped your cheeks, angling your head to meet his eyes. You nodded, shoulders relaxing.
He was right after all. You’d regret not letting him help you pick some things out if anything of that nature were to happen during the trip. “Okay. But something simple.” Twenty minutes of browsing and you had another bag to add to your growing collection. Your excitement for the upcoming mini vacation was uncontainable.
With Satan’s help you had managed to pack everything you would need for the two day trip into your small suitcase. All of the boys, minus Lucifer, had managed to jam into your small bedroom the night before. It was easy to tell they would miss you. But Asmo was right- Lucifer needed this vacation and you were more than happy to be the one enjoying it by his side.
The trip to the surface brought you to what Lucifer had deemed a cabin for your little getaway. It was actually a sprawling mansion buried among the trees in upstate New York. The sleek, dark, modern exterior featured floor to ceiling windows in most rooms. The black and white oak textures blended well with the myriad of colors decorating the surrounding forest. It was very Lucifer in a dreamy, human kind of way.
The inside was just as luxurious as you had pictured it to be. With an abundance of space filled with natural light and a kitchen to die for. You could barely imagine leaving this space for the next two days. Lucifer’s large hand slipped around your own as he guided up the floating staircase to the second story where your bedrooms were located.
“This room will be yours. Mine is right next door in case you were to need anything.” He informed you as he pushed open the door to a large bedroom overlooking the large garden at the back of the house. “I was unsure of what you would like to do while we are here so I prepared a list of places we could visit-“
“Let’s just explore for now,” you squeaked, cutting him off excitedly. “Fresh air will do us both some good, and who knows what hidden gems we could find in this gorgeous forest.”
“If that is what you wish to do. I shall meet you downstairs in ten minutes.”
Hiking with Lucifer was… well, it was boring. The only thing he seemed to be interested in was watching you. The highlight of the fifteen minutes you had been journeying beneath the falling leaves had been spotting a family of deer in the distance. At least he seemed relaxed as he trekked beside you, his suit completely out of place in the wild.
The sounds of trickling water had you perking up. Following the sound led to a small water hole at the edge of a cliff. A stunning waterfall cascaded along the back. It was breathtaking. A huge smile stretched across your cheeks as you took in the sight. Turning back to make a comment to Lucifer you were shocked by the shutter of his camera as he captured your picture.
“You look absolutely magnificent right now, little dove.” He pocketed the device before stepping to your back, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you to lean against his chest. Your heart was threatening to beat its way out of your chest at the press of your body against his. It was as if a bolt of lightning had bounced between every nerve ending, leaving your senses heightened and your body craving more.
The sweet yet intense moment was broken by the rumble of your stomach. “Come, let’s get you something to eat,” Lucifer chuckled. Your jaw dropped at the easy sound. He rarely laughed and when he did it was strained as he tried to cover the sound. You immediately set a goal to hear more of that delicious sound during your trip.
After an underwhelming lunch (even you had to admit that food in the human world really couldn’t compare to the flavors of the Devildom) you looked over the list of things to do that Lucifer had brought. Most of them were rather cliche fall to-dos. Hay ride. Pumpkin patch. Corn maze. The list gave the distinct impression that the eldest demon brother had planned this trip with the intention of filling what he imagined to be your need for mundane normalcy. While the thought made your heart warm, you really had no intention of spending your time together doing anything less than spectacular.
Fall for you had always been about the calmer side of the changing weather. Curling up with hot tea and a good book. The crackle of a bonfire beneath the stars. The gooey, melty bliss that was a perfectly toasted s‘more. Drinking wine and dancing in the leaves. Freshly baked cookies.
“Why don’t we head into town and see what calls to us?” you offer as you hop down from the island you had perched yourself on while Lucifer washed your lunch dishes. “And before you comment- yes I specifically chose this plan to pilfer all control from you. This is supposed to be a vacation and I’m here to make sure you relax.”
His black eyes narrowed, completely obscuring their red specks. Full lips pursed ever so slightly as he stared you down. Anyone else may have faltered beneath the weight of the demon’s intimidating aura but you’d spent enough time around him and his brothers to know when to back down, and now was not one of those moments.
Even if your heart was beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings, you held your ground as he moved to stand before you. Tilting your chin up, your hands went to your hips as you met his glare head on. Lucifer’s jaw ticked. A sign you assumed showcased his growing annoyance with you.
The unexpected warmth of his lips upon yours had you freezing in place. Seconds were all it took for you to melt into his bruising kiss, your hands fisting into his button up shirt. One of his large palms weaved into the hair at the back of your head, stinging slightly as he used the grip to maneuver you as he claimed your lips. Your body instinctually gave in to his silent commands, becoming pliant as he forced his tongue between your parted lips to devour you further.
The world was lost as you drowned in the emotions pouring between you in the kiss. An apocalypse of catastrophic nature could have been raging just outside of your little bubble and you’d never know it. All that existed in that moment was Lucifer and all of the feelings fit him you had constantly kept buried.
The embarrassingly needy whimper that escaped your lips as he pulled away brought a raging heat to your chest and face. A knowing smirk decorated his face as he pulled away, his grip on your hair loosening. His fingers dragged along the back of your neck and jaw, stirring the already distracting seeds of arousal pulling between your thighs.
“I think you’ll find I’m quiterelaxed, little dove.” He was trying to kill you. Death by demon smolder.
As quickly as the atmosphere had shifted moments ago, the tension faded. Lucifer straightened his white button up before walking to the table to gather his jacket. “Come along, MC, we haven’t got all day.” Your eyes shot daggers into his back as you hurried after him, your knees still a little weak from the intensity of your shared kiss.
The closest town was nearly an hour’s drive away. It was picturesque with the little houses all decorated for fall. The town square was also decorated for the season. A theme of hay bales, scarecrows, pumpkins, and plaid. It was every real estate magazine’s wet dream.
As much as you were enjoying your time with Lucifer, the trip into town left you missing the boys you had left behind and the place you had come to call home. Home. When had earth stopped feeling like the place your heart belonged? The thought surprised you as you realized it hadn’t felt right to be on this plane of existence since you had gone to R.A.D. the first time.
“You’ve gone quiet. What’s so captivating in your mind to steal you from me?” Lucifer’s deep tone drew you from your thoughts. Ignoring the way your heart swelled at how easily he saw you beneath the layers of armor you had built over the years, you offered him a half smile.
“I’m a little astounded. And maybe a touch homesick.”
His brows furrowed slightly as he glanced over to you from the driver’s seat. “Homesick,” he repeated, the word void of any emotion.
“Mhmm. This trip feels more like a vacation than I thought it would. I guess I’m just shocked to find that being here, surrounded by other humans, doesn’t feel like home anymore.”
Lucifer made a thoughtful noise but was silent for the rest of the ride back to the ‘cabin’. The car’s engine had just died when he spoke again. “Where is home if not here then?”
The vulnerability in his voice had you at a loss for words. He was either genuinely concerned with your answer or he hated that he was even asking.
“I feel like home is wherever you are. All of you.”
Lucifer’s pride was nearly palpable as he reached across the space to grip your chin and pull you in for a brief yet intense kiss. You had chosen not just him but his brothers also.
“Worry not, little dove, I shall take you hometomorrow.” He breathed the words into your parted lips before pulling back. His eyes were somehow even darker as he gazed at you. “But until then you’re mine and mine alone.”
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.
//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.
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!”
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 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.
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.
