#sorta anyway

Mammon head canon #6

How long has it been seen the Devildom has fallen to ruin? Since the angels and demons went to war? How long had it been since his brothers and himself had a good nights rest without the anxious worry gnawing at their throats and heart? The worry of being killed at any second by the same once holy beings they used to be? The worry of having to protect his younger brothers from impending doom should they ever be caught by the angels? He couldn’t tell anymore. When was the last time he had seen all his brothers? When was the last time they had sat down together as a family, not fearing for their lives but together enjoying the moment they ever do rarely received? He could feel everything yet nothing at all. From the pulsing of his feet to the numbness of his finger tips.

Finally having been given a break, Mammon makes his way back home. If it could even still be called that. The house of Lamination, what once was a large home full of maybe not life and laughter but damn near close was now nothing but an empty husk of what it used to be. Windows boarded and closed, encased in protective charms and curses, and surrounded by ancient ruins in hopes of keeping out the angels. Swiftly and carefully as to not attract any wayward attention, Mammon makes his way inside before carefully closing the door and replacing the protective spells again. And if he happens to use a bit more magic in making them even stronger then there no ones around to be non the wiser. Finally being able to relax slightly he lets his shoulders slump and lets out a puff of air, making his way to the kitchen he passes a mirror.

He looks horrible. Worn and torn from all the fighting, so so so very tired from the constant battles and from being the front lines so often. He could feel his body ache and pain. Bones and muscles screaming out in pain and protest from over use, even with his enhanced healing abilities. Looking back once more he rubs at his eyes, in hope and in vain in making the dark circles under his disappear. He looks away and sighs before ruffling his hair into an even more disastrous mess than before. Not paying attention Mammon didn’t notice when his brothers had come out of their rooms, taking notice of his disheveled appearance and lack of proper sleep. Asmo, always the one to preach about self-care comes up to him, gently placing his hand on his shoulder. Though that seemed to be a mistake, as before he could even begin to process the floor beneath him disappeared and he was slammed against the wall an arm pressed up against his throat.

Mammon knew that he was home, knew that there was no danger to come to him here but some instincts are harder to control when having been in constant battle. So it wouldn’t, shouldn’t have come as a shock to anyone if he was a bit disgruntled when he felt a sudden weight on his should with his back turned. After all angels weren’t all pure and holy as the humans made them out to seem.

Breathing heavy and eyes wild, mammon can barely process as to what just happened. Only to be snapped out of it by the soft whimpering of his little brother. Quickly mammon removes his arm from his brothers throat, before stammering out apologies and reaching for his brother. Gasping and recoiling out of shock, Asmo flinches away from his touch. His brothers surround Asmo, asking him if he’s alright and checking on him. Mammon feels out of place, he feels horrified by what he’s just done. He can’t stop looking at his hands, hands that he swore to only use to protect his brothers and never to harm them. Mammon is once again snapped out of his stupor by a hand at his shoulder, though this time there’s someone stronger than him to stop him from flinging this brother away, it’s Lucifer.

“Mammon.” That’s all he says but he understands. He knows. He knows alright? That he’s no longer on the battle field but at home, with his brothers. But he’s just so tired. His body has become so accustomed to the hardships of the battle field, adapted like no other. After all he wasn’t known as a warrior back in the celestial realm for nothing. He sighs softly before rubbing at his face, tiredness more than evident.

“M’ sorry bout that..” he mumbles out an apology. He can feel all their eyes on him. Wether it’s in anxiousness or something else completely he can’t tell. Finally having the courage to look up he can now get a good look at his brothers since he’s come home. He notes that some look worse than others while others look a bit better off, not surprising since none of them are on the front lines like him. Expect for maybe Beel but even then he’s never kept out there for too long as he needs to stay and protect the youngest of them here.

The room was suffocating.

Asmo is the first one to break the silence and atmosphere, reassuring them that he’s fine, even if faint finger marks begin to purple on his neck. The rest soon begin to follow suit, albeit slower, still throwing a few cautious looks toward Mammon. Lucifer, with his hand still on Mammon’s shoulder, leads him away from the rest of them. In the next room, Lucifer begins to question him. Tired and too drained to be able to focus Mammon can’t make out what he’s saying, what he can make out though is the strong yet caring grip his elder brother has on him. Not being able to hold out for much longer, Mammon allows exhaustion to take him over and slumps against him. Only a single thought going through his mind before he let slumber and darkness over take him.

when was the last time he had rest?

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I have been seeing a lot of Armageddon obey me stories and really wanted to try my hand out on this. I may add on more in the future since I seem to like this concept very much.

Mammon Head Canon #5

Mammon’s anger

His eyes were like mixture of molten gold and sharp broken sapphires. So harsh and bright they glowed under the dimmed lights of the street lamps. Bat wings spread out behind him, almost like a halo of death. He stalked over slowly to the witches spread on the filthy ground. Watching their every move never once letting his eyes stray from the sight held before him. Not once did he hesitate when making his way. Stepping over and on the stewed bodies of other witches on the floor. 

Swiftly and gracefully he bent to one knee before the head witch of the coven. She stared into his eyes for only a moment’s notice expecting to see the same foolishness that had always resided in them only to be petrified by the burning hatred and disgust held in them now. Quickly looking to the side to avoid eye contact, she felt a slight bit of relief at no longer being the center of attention of those horrid horrid eyes. Though that feeling didn’t last long as she felt one of his hands grip her chin before harshly digging his fingers into the hollows of her cheeks. Eyes widened as she was forced to look his way, locking eyes with his, she felt as if her entire body had been drenched in ice. 

Lowly barely even above a whisper he spoke into her ear, ‘Next time ya step out of line, I won’t let ya off so easily. Is that clear?’

All that could go through her mind was the resounding words of being let off easy. This was considered being let off easy? Looking over to the side she could see the bodies of her fellow coven sisters stewed on the ground beside her. More than half of her coven had been either incapacitated or shown mercy and killed in an instant. She could only fear what exactly it meant to not be left off easy. 

Shaking like a leaf with tears streaming downing her face and onto his hand, she managed to force out a small whimper and a slight shake of the head. This was what he wanted right? She agreed so she and her sisters would be saved wouldn’t they? They’d be allowed to live another day! Hope began to fill her and her entire being at the thought of not having to witness any more harm come to her and her coven sisters. 

Yet just as she was allowing herself to believe, a large gust of wind flew past her. Behind her, she could hear the thudding noises of bodies being cut down and not a second later the piercing pained screams of her sisters. Eyes filled with tears and with a shuddering breathe, she asked, ‘Why?’

Slowly, Mammon pulled back from his position and faced her. Her eyes widened once she had seen his face. There center on his lips sat a soft smile, full of what seemed to be pity. Yet she knew better than to believe that he would feel any kind of remorse for what he had done to her and her sisters. Especially when his eyes still seemed to be so full of hatred and disgust.

Finally after a beat of silence Mammon spoke, ‘I never said that I would let your sisters off, now did I? Ya only have yourself to blame, after all you were the one who agreed weren’t ya?’

At that she let out a piercing scream. 

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I’m not very proud of this one especially since I’ve been have a bit of a writers block. This also felt like something I had to do, which take lots of enjoyment out of it. But regardless I hope you all liked it.