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To this day, i still think this is one of the best mammon fics EVER. 🩷

Never Let Me Go

A/n: This...became slightly self indulgent I'm so sorry. I have a lot of love for this boy and he deserves to be happy :( Also i highly recommend reading Satan's part before this!! It sets up this chapter basically. As always I hope you guys enjoy.

Tw/Cw: Heavy angst, death, blood, description of Mc's body post lesson 16, a slightly unhinged Mammon, a very onesided fight between brothers, depression, selfdoubt, self blame, starvation, sleep deprevation, nightmares, extreme guilt

Summary: You finally find out what exactly Mammon went through, how he discovered your body and the fight that occured after. Can you find him and put his broken heart back together? Or will your dynamic forever be changed?

Word Count: 7k

The Soundtrack The Fight: Vicious The Apologies: Beelzebub, Satan Asmodeus, Leviathan

"So take care what you ask of me, 'cause I can't say no to you"

Something didn’t feel right.

Twenty minutes ago you had set out in search of Lucifer, hoping to patch things up and set your differences aside, why weren’t you back yet? Mammon was starting to get worried, he tried to bring your extended absence to the attention of his brothers but they told him he was just being jealous.

“Nothing is wrong, you just don’t like them being alone with Lucifer.” His brothers had teased. Normally they would be right however, this felt different.

Something felt off.

The others had been lost in conversation so Mammon took the opportunity to slip out of the room and search for you, he quietly shut the door behind him and started off down the hall towards Lucifer’s room. If you had found his older brother, chances were the two of you had gone to his room to talk, and that better be all you were doing.

Mammon pressed his ear against the door, not too hard though in case his brother had cursed it, no noise could be heard from inside the room, not even the sound of Lucifer’s favorite record playing. Nobody was here. Slightly annoyed that he had been wrong, Mammon headed downstairs to check the first floor, maybe you guys had gone to the living room to talk.

To his dismay, the living room was also empty and so was the kitchen, the laundry room, the library, and your room. The strange feeling inside Mammon’s stomach was growing, twisting itself into a knot, he decided to head back to the second floor and try again. Maybe the two of you had slipped past him while he was searching the library or maybe there really was a curse on Lucifer’s door so he couldn’t hear what was happening on the other side, either way Mammon headed back to the staircase in the main entrance to try again, but slowed his pace when a strong scent hit his nose.

“Hello dear brother, surprised to see Lucifer doesn’t have you strung up from the ceiling for once.”

Mammon stiffened and stopped dead in his tracks, that voice didn’t belong here. He snapped his head up towards the top of the stairs and was met with more questions than answers.

“Surprised to see me as well?”

“The hell are you doin’ here? Ain’t ya supposed to be up in the human world? And what are ya doin’ with yer horns out? You know Lucifer has a strict rule on demon forms in the house!”

There, at the top of the stairs, stood his youngest brother. Belphegor. The Belphegor that Lucifer had forced to go to the human world as punishment for disagreeing with Lord Diavolo. Mammon’s mind was starting to clog with confusion, how was he here? Where were you and Lucifer at? What was that smell and why was it so strong? What was all over Belphie’s arms?

“I have a feeling that’ll be at the bottom of the list of reasons why Lucifer is pissed at me,” He gave a smirk. “where is he anyway?”

“Dunno, that’s who I’m lookin’ for. Well…him and someone else.” Mammon wrinkled his nose; he knew what the smell was now.

“Someone else?” Belphegor raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, our exchange student. A human that got sent down here around the same time you left, they went to go look for Lucifer a while ago and never came back, I’m gettin’ worried.” He shifted his weight and put one hand in his jacket pocket. Why did the main entrance smell so strongly of blood?

“Worried? About a human?” Belphegor furrowed his brows and sneered at his brother. “Why would you worry about some dumb defenseless human? All you’ve ever cared about was money and the quickest way to get it.”

“Hey! They ain’t dumb and they ain’t defenseless! My human is a lot smarter and tougher than most of those flimsy humans up there! Don’t talk about ‘em like that when you don’t even know ‘em!” Mammon felt his cheeks start to burn and didn’t care if his little brother could see them turn a light pink. He would defend your honor any day no matter who it was.

“Your human? What do you mean your human?” Belphie gave him a disgusted look.

“I- well, ya know… Lucifer put me in charge of ‘em when they first got here so they’re my responsibility…and our pact or whatever I guess.” Mammon rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, he felt his face grow hotter.

Belphegor watched as his brother became bashful and started muttering nonsense down at his shoes, a wicked grin grew on his face and he started to laugh.

“Well, I have to disagree. They weren’t very smart and they weren’t all that tough.” He watched as the second born looked back up at him once more in confusion.

“What do you mean by that.” Less of a question and more of a statement, Mammon felt his heart jump in his chest, he feared that he knew the meaning.

“I mean,” Belphegor reached down at his side and picked something up, an arm or a leg possibly, whatever it was had blood all over it. “they might have gone searching for Lucifer but they found me instead.” In one swift motion, Belphegor lifted the object in his hand slightly and then tossed it in the direction of his older brother.

Mammon’s stomach dropped as he realized what his brother had picked up, as he watched it tumble down the stairs with a larger bloody mass attached to it, his heart nearly stopped as he watched it hit every step on the way down.

It was you.

“I guess they did put up some kind of a fight, I’ll give them that.”

Belphegor’s words fell on deaf ears, Mammon stood frozen as your limp body finally stopped and laid motionless on the marble floor in front of him. He could hear noise coming from the top of the stairs but couldn’t make out any real words, his heart was racing and felt like it was about to burst, there was a loud ringing in his ears, his mind was a whirlpool of emotions: fear, sadness, guilt, rage. It was getting hard for him to breathe, his chest was growing tight and with every breath he inhaled that strong smell of blood, he felt like throwing up. The tears began to pool up in his eyes, this couldn’t be real, he wanted to scream but the best he could do was whisper your name.

He dropped to his knees beside you.

“What did you do?” he managed to ask while looking at your bruised face.

“Simple,” Belphie scoffed “I proved that humans are nothing but an inferior species and Diavolo has no business bringing them down here. Unless of course, he plans to add them as a new menu item.”

That was it.

Something snapped inside Mammon, he felt his wings fly out from his back, and before his brother could process what was happening Mammon was at the top of the stairs.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Mammon grabbed Belphie by his shirt collar and slammed his back against the wall leaving a large dent. “YOU’VE BEEN GONE FOR MONTHS! YOU SHOW UP OUTTA NOWHERE! AND YOU FUCKIN’ KILL THEM?”

Belphie gasped for air after having the wind knocked out of him before speaking.

“Why the hell do you care so much about a stupid human?” He placed his hands on Mammon’s wrists, attempting to loosen his grip.

“THEY AIN’T STUPID!” Mammon practically snarled at his brother “You don’t know a damn thing about ‘em! They’ve been down here helpin’ us! WHAT DID YOU DO?” The tears were streaking down his face now. Glancing down Mammon caught sight of the youngest brothers arms, his sleeves were stained with blood, through the various holes in his jacket he could see tons of scratch marks still freshly bleeding. Looking back at his brothers face he could see a gash on his neck, a desperate attempt to get him off you it looked like, the blood from that wound was starting to dry but ran down his neck and soaked his shirt collar.

You had fought like hell.

“Oh, I see what happened.” Belphie managed to say as Mammon pressed him harder into the wall; he gave a smartass smirk before continuing. “You got put in charge of the dumb thing, you spent time with it, and like the idiot you are you went and fell in love with it didn’t you?”

“Shut up.” Mammon hissed through clenched teeth.

“Let me guess: They were nice to you? Did they make you feel good about yourself? Did they try to convince you that you aren’t a scumbag?”

“SHUT UP!” Mammon screamed before hurling Belphie over the railing of the staircase.

Belphegor felt his shoulder dislocate on impact, his body rolled and slid across the floor below, he winced as he attempted to sit up. Since they made fun of him so often, most of the brothers were quick to forget just how strong Mammon was when provoked. He looked up to where he had recently been standing and his eyes grew wide as he saw Mammon falling from above about to land on him, Belphie quickly rolled to the right just barley dodging his brother, Mammon’s foot landed directly where Belphegor’s throat had previously been and left a crack in its place.

Belphie watched as his brother rose slowly, his wings twitched slightly, his eyes held golden flames inside, Belphie knew he needed to run but he was too stunned to move. He knew even in his most powerful state he was no match for the second oldest, he kept an eye on his brothers horns knowing they were deadly enough to injure him with one good blow.

Mammon’s arm reached out and grabbed ahold of his brothers shirt again and pulled him in close, his body was shaking with anger, all logic had left his mind.

“You better be careful Mammon; Lucifer will be upset if you break something important.” Belphie joked but got no response, he shifted to a more defensive tone “So I killed one dumb human, what are you gonna do about it?”

Mammon looked his little brother directly in the eyes. ‘One dumb human’ that’s all he thought you were? No. Belphegor took away more than that, he took away the one person who had been able to reconnect his brothers, the one person who had no problem standing up to Lucifer, who let Mammon hang around all the time and listened to his stories. Belphie took away the one person who had treated Mammon like an equal, like he actually mattered, he took away a friend. Belphegor took away his human. Brothers be damned. Mammon pulled the youngest demon in as close as he could and spoke directly into his ear.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

An instant later and Belphegor was tossed through the air, his back made harsh contact with another wall, leaving a demon shaped imprint in the foundation, before dropping to the floor below. Mammon prepared to launch himself at the avatar of sloth, ready to destroy him for what he had done, but just as he was ready to unleash his fury he heard a noise.

“Mam…mon” The name came out broken and barely audible, but he heard it.

His name.

In your voice.

His head spun back in your direction, your body still in the position it had been but this time he saw your chest move slightly. He felt a sharp pain in his chest as he rushed over to you hoping that his mind wasn’t playing a cruel joke, as he knelt beside you again, he could see your labored breathing. Somehow, despite the severity of your injuries and being tossed down a flight of stairs, you were alive. Mammon whispered your name like a prayer, he wanted to grab you and hold you, he wanted to help you, but he was so scared of hurting you more.

“Mammon?” your hand closest to him moved slightly. He placed one of his hands on top of yours, his voice caught in his throat for a moment before he could respond.

“ ‘S alright, I-Im right here. Ya don’t have ta worry, ‘m right here.” He gently placed his other hand on your cheek. He wanted you to look at him but realized one eye was completely swollen shut, the other was extremely bloodshot, he wasn’t even sure if you could see him.

“Can’t…move…” You gasped for air between words and Mammon could hear your chest rattle as you did. His heart broke even more as he watched a tear fight its way down your face and mix with the blood still dripping off you.

Mammon couldn’t stand it anymore, he carefully scooped you up in his arms stopping briefly anytime you cried out in pain, once you were in his lap he could tell just how bad your condition was. The bruises on your body were a deep purple and sickly green, your nails had blood, fabric and what he assumed to be bits of Belphegor’s skin under them and he was almost certain humans weren’t supposed to bend their leg that way.

“You’re an idiot you know.”

Mammon forgot you two weren’t alone, he snapped his head towards your attacker, he raised his wings to shield you from any further harm. His anger had subsided while he was looking you over, but it was quickly returning.

“Even if they’re as great as you think they are, it’s too late, you can’t save that worthless human. Just let it go already.” Belphegor had sat up now, trying to pop his shoulder back into its socket, with that wicked look in his eyes still.

Mammon wanted to lash out again, to finish what he started, to make the seventh born suffer like you had, but he couldn’t let you go. He looked back at you, your face pressed against his chest, your breathing becoming shallower with each passing minute, he could feel your pulse fading. He knew what he had to do. He filled his lungs with as much air as he could and squeezed his eyes shut.

“LUCIFEEER! HELP!”

The second born screamed as loud as he could hoping to reach every corner of the accursed house, Belphie was right there was nothing he could do, Lucifer on the other hand could fix anything. So many times before when things had gone wrong, when he found himself in deep trouble with a group of witches, when his brothers had accidentally unleashed some creature in the house, when he had been in trouble with Lord Diavolo even, Lucifer had always been there to make things right.

Back in the Celestial Realm Lucifer had taken care of them, if one of them had gotten hurt he was always there to help them, and that carried on even after the fall. If Lucifer could heal an angel then he could fix you, he had to. Mammon held you closer to his chest, his head fell back as he choked on his sobs, he didn’t want to think about losing you.

He needed his older brother.

“What exactly is going on?”

Mammon knew that tone all too well. Lucifer had appeared and was taking in the half-destroyed entrance hall, the crack in the marble flooring, the numerous paintings that had fallen off the wall, the blood the covered the floor, the sculptures and vases that were now shattered on the ground. Mammon watched the eldest brother survey his surroundings, his gaze landing on the one thing that didn’t belong in the room, he watched his brother stiffen and a light flicker in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

Belphie smirked, this was just the reaction he had hoped for.

“I brought you a gift, but you’ll have to pry it from Mammon’s greedy hands as usual.”

Lucifer turned to the second born in confusion.

“What is he talking about Mammon?”

Mammon’s mind was racing, his chest hurt and his eyes burned from crying, he tried to tell Lucifer what happened. He tried to tell him Belphie had attempted to kill you, that you were hurt, that he had lashed out and attacked the youngest. He tried to say it all but nothing would come out when he opened his mouth, so he said what he could.

“Lucifer… help ‘em… please…” Mammon took a deep ragged breath and slowly moved his wings back, revealing your mangled body to the first born “ya gotta help ‘em… please!”

Lucifer jumped at the sight, his first instinct was to yell and to scold his brother, he knew better than that. It was clear what had happened, he knew who was responsible for the damage to the room and he knew who was responsible for you, he knew Mammon had snapped. Lucifer stepped closer and fully took in your injuries.

He knew he couldn’t fix you.

Lucifer tried to console his younger brother, to offer him some type of comfort, before explaining that there was no saving you. Mammon burst into tears, clutching on to you as if it would prevent you from leaving, he buried his face in your neck, his body shaking as he sobbed violently. He heard other voices, several gasps and a sharp scream, the others had found their way to the scene. He didn’t care about them, he didn’t care about the argument that was happening between Lucifer and Belphegor, he didn’t care about anything anymore.

Mammon continued to sob into your neck, he had so desperately hoped he wouldn’t have to face this possibility, he had been so sure he could save you and keep you here with him. He thought about how scared you must have been, how hard you had fought back, how much pain you must be in. He started whispering in your ear, telling you how strong you were and how much you meant to him, if he was going to lose you, if he had to let you go, then he wanted you to know exactly how he felt.

“Mammon…” Your voice softly whispered in his ear. The avatar of greed pulled his head back to face you one last time, a soft smile on your face, a single tear rolling down your cheek, even in your current condition you were still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

You parted your lips to speak but nothing came out, Mammon knew you were in pain, he knew his time with you was running low and there was nothing he could do to save you, he knew he was watching the final embers of your fire burn and he dreaded how cold his world was about to become.

The second born did his best to smile back at you in a pointless attempt to look strong in your dying eyes. He felt your hand brush against his, his heart broke as you gently squeezed it with what strength you had left, he knew that was your goodbye.

“You were the best human a demon could ask for ya know?” his voice wavered as he fought his way through the sentence. You gave the faintest laugh before closing your eye, your head rested perfectly against his chest, smile still on your face, your chest rose one final time and then your body stilled. Mammon buried his face in the top of your head as silent tears streamed down his face and dampened your hair. “I just hope I was a good demon for you.”

You were gone.

Before now, Mammon felt like he had all eternity to spend in your light, your arrival in the Devildom made his world so much brighter. Everyday he looked forward to talking to you, to spending time with you, to having you sit next to him during class and at dinner. Even on his worst days you always made it worth getting out of bed, you were his best friend, you called him out when he needed it but you also supported him more than anyone else. Belphie was right, you made him feel better about himself. But you just left, and you took his light and will to keep going with you.

The second born always knew how he felt about you, even if he pretended not to, but he never truly knew how you felt about him. Now he never would.

“No way… is that?” Leviathan’s voice cut through the tension in the room, drawing everyone’s attention to the top of the staircase.

Mammon only looked up when he heard one of his brothers call your name, his heart skipped a beat, this had to be a sick joke. There you were, standing on the stairs looking down at them, as perfect as always. His eyes locked onto you, afraid that if he looked away you might vanish, how was this possible?

He was lost in thought while his brothers tried to put the pieces together. How could this be? How could you be standing there without a scratch on you? The air was still thick with the smell of your blood, he had felt you take your final breath, he was still holding your body. Or so he thought.

Mammon’s arms suddenly felt lighter, the pressure on his legs from the weight of your body was decreasing rapidly, he looked down at your mangled form. He could see his arm through your shoulder, his lap becoming more visible through your torso, his worst fear was becoming reality. You were vanishing from his life, he tried to hold on as best he could but his hands passed right through you, slowly but surely your lifeless body disappeared.

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Mammon’s eyes flew open, he glanced over at his alarm clock, this time he had managed to sleep for seven whole minutes. He wanted to sleep so badly, part of him wanting to never wake up, but every time he drifted off that same nightmare would replay in his head. This was the longest he had slept so far.

Four or five days had gone by since the big dinner disaster, he wasn’t sure how many days had passed honestly, time didn’t really matter anymore. Nothing did. You had ripped open a wound that he had tried so hard to stitch shut, you made him face the reality that he had been avoiding, you had reminded him of all the awful things he saw, heard, and felt that day.

The room was pitch black, same as it had been since he retreated from the dining room that night, dirty clothes covered the couch, half drank water bottles occupied the nightstand and floor below. A few plates of untouched food sat on his coffee table where they had been placed days ago, fresh at some point but now starting to mold, this was by far the worst his room had looked in centuries.

In his bed, buried under his comforter and bedsheets, was a very broken demon who had not slept in days despite never leaving the bed. Mammon had been in the same spot ever since you tore into them, he had cried himself to sleep that night from guilt, and when he woke the next morning he couldn’t find the strength to get up and go down to breakfast. Your words were etched into his thoughts, every time he considered getting up your face would flash in his mind, he would remember how angry you had been and he would lose all motivation.

Lucifer had been surprisingly understanding, he had checked in on him the first day to make sure he was okay, he would bring food by in hopes that Mammon would actually eat but it was to no avail. The second born was used to his older brother punishing him for skipping class, he had expected to have his door kicked in on day three for missing so much, but no punishment or lecture ever came. Instead, the avatar of greed had been left alone with his thoughts and memories, two very dangerous things to be left with.

At the time he had been thrilled to have you alive and well, but as the days went by he started to think about how you were not the same version that he had held in his arms so tenderly, you were not the one he had confessed his love to finally, and he had mixed feelings about that. Aside from his own confused heart, he was also being consumed by guilt and blamed himself for everything.

“None of you heard me screaming?? Where were any of you!”

These were the words that had sent him over the edge, your voice laced with rage and eyes full of hatred. He had done his best to silence himself as he cried there at the table but you had caught him anyway, that wasn’t why he felt so guilty though. It was the fact that even in the middle of your brutal scolding, you had shifted gears and started to defend him, you demanded that his brothers stop picking on him and they had all listened.

You had always been the only person to defend him, you shut his brothers down anytime they tried to make him feel shitty, you came to his aide when he was being blamed for a situation he had no hand in. Ever since your pact was made you had always been there for him.

But he wasn’t there for you.

Not when you needed him most, not when you were being brutally attacked by his youngest brother, not when you had been screaming for help. The guilt was eating him alive, his stomach twisted into a tighter knot at the thought of you scared for your life, had you called for him? While his brother did his worst, had you screamed his name? Had you tried to summon him? Had your strength been far too weak to do so?

Mammon’s eyes burned harshly as the tears started to form once more, he had been assigned to watch over you when you first arrived, yet in your greatest time of need he had failed to protect you.

He’d never forgive himself.

He couldn’t handle facing his brothers, he knew what they say about him, that it had been his fault you had died. So, he stayed in his room locked away from the world, from the harsh reality he didn’t want to deal with, from his brothers, and from you. He kept his door locked so that no one could bother him, not that they cared enough to check on him, only Lucifer could enter when bringing by another useless plate of food. He knew the counter spell to open the seal Mammon had placed, out of respect or pity one Lucifer always resealed the door on his way out, but even perfect demons are forgetful sometimes.

“Mammon?” He tensed up hearing his name called into the silent room, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, he squeezed his eyes shut and cursed Lucifer in his mind.

Why did your voice always have to sound so damn sweet?

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Satan told you the full story from beginning to end, about how Mammon had disappeared from the group, about how he and Asmo had gone out to search as well, about how Asmodeus had walked in on the fight between brothers.

He knew there was only one demon who could stop Mammon in a blind rage like that, Asmo had done well to stay out of Mammon’s line of sight, he had bailed first chance he got and rejoined Satan in complete terror, they tried calling Lucifer on his phone but just as he had answered Mammon’s voice rang through the mansion.

You had done your best to focus on your project with Satan in the library, but your thoughts were plagued by images of the second born discovering your broken body. The avatar of wrath could tell your mind was elsewhere and offered to end your study session early, you thanked him as you gathered your things before rushing out of the building.

Now you stood in the doorway of Mammon’s room, pitch black inside and a foul smell emitting from the empty void inside, you grew anxious. You had called his name but received no response, you peered further into the room and saw a demon sized lump on his bed, you stepped into the room and closed the door behind you.

Using the glow of your phone as a guide you made your way over to his bed, along the way you stepped over the piles of dirty laundry and discarded bottles, you also discovered the rotting food which was giving off the nauseating smell. Reaching his bed you spotted the lamp sitting on his nightstand, you turned it on and tried again to get his attention.

“Mammon? I know you’re under there.” You moved a dirty shirt out of the way and sat down on the edge of the bed near his stomach. By the state of his room you could tell he hadn’t left in days, Mammon was a lot of things but a slob wasn’t one of them, he was in a very bad place mentally and it hurt to know that.

“Go away…” You felt your heart break a little at both his words and the crack in his voice. It had been days since you’d heard him speak, for seven months he had done nothing but talk your ear off, now after five days of silence you would give him all the grimm in the world just to hear his voice again.

“Mammon please, you can’t just shut me out…” The blankets covering his face pulled in closer, his way of telling you yes he could. You hated this. Mammon was the happiest demon you knew, full of excitement, constantly wanting to hang out and go new places. Seeing him here like this, trying to disappear from you, it was making you miserable. “Fine, don’t talk to me, but I’m gonna talk to you,” you felt a slight sting in your throat, why did he always make you so emotional?

“I know about what happened…between you and Belphie. I know that you found me before the others, that you beat the shit out of him for hurting me, I know you called for Lucifer to save me.” Your eyes started to water but you wiped away the evidence. “It wasn’t your fault Mams…you didn’t know. If you had known? I know you would have protected me no matter what. You’ve always been there for me, you’re the first demon I became friends with, the first I made a pact with. And I know my first is always going to have my back…but it’s killing me to have you avoid me.”

The bedsheets started to rustle, slowly the white-haired demon emerged from his nest of blankets, he sat up against the headboard. You were filled with both sorrow and excitement at seeing him finally, he was a sight for sore eyes, but he looked like a wreck. His hair was a mess, bangs glued to his forehead by dirt and sweat, his eyes bloodshot with dark bags underneath, you half expected most of that but you didn’t expect him to be shirtless.

You felt your face flush due to his exposed chest, he avoided looking at you but you gave him a gentle smile anyway, you wondered if he knew just how pretty he was even when he was like this. He closed his eyes and you watched him take a deep breath before speaking.

“When I told ya that if I couldn’t save ya,” He starts, voice low and shaky. “That you better die…I didn’t actually mean it.”

Your heart shatters completely, it was getting harder to fight off the tears, you vividly remembered him telling you that back when Leviathan had charged you after the stupid trivia game. While he had been busy bandaging your sprained wrist, he had told you he was the only one allowed to save you, you assumed he was just being jealous of Lucifer but it meant more to him apparently.

“You were mine to watch over, Lucifer assigned me to take care of ya back then. I did my best but I always seemed to screw up and one of my brothers had to save ya. I was supposed to protect you, it was my one job but I couldn’t even do that right. I let ya get hurt…I let ya die.” You heard the guilt in his voice, a gentle stream of tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Mammon I—”

“No, lemme finish.” He lifted his head to look at you finally, the tears rolled a little faster, his bottom lip started to quiver but he continued. “When ya first got here…I figured ya’d be like everyone else. I’d have to listen to ya call me names, tell me I’m scum, that I’m just a garbage demon. Ya never did though,” He choked on his words slightly, hands gripping the bedsheets. “You were always so nice to me, I never understood why, hell ya been nicer to me in the last seven months than my brothers have been in the last thousand years.” He sobbed and wiped the tears from his eyes, only for them to be replaced by new ones.

“I should’ve been there for ya, but I wasn’t…you shouldn’t have to put up with me, I understand if ya wanna sever our pact…” You were lost for words, the fact that he thought you would ever do that to him? You were frantically searching for the right words to say, you took too long though, Mammon’s face contorted and he began to sob violently.

Without a second thought you pulled him into you, wrapping your arms around him as he buried his face into your neck, holding him tightly as his body started shaking. You did your best to soothe him, assuring him that you would never sever your pact over this, you gently stroked his tangled hair as he continued to apologize against your skin.

You were never that good at consoling people when they were upset but for some reason it came naturally with him, maybe it was because of how close you had become, maybe it was because Mammon always brought out the protective side in you, or maybe you just felt guilty for yelling at him along with the others. Whatever the reasoning, you continued to try and calm him, one hand still running through his hair while the other gently rubbed his back, eventually you felt his arms snake around your waist and his breathing started to even out.

“It wasn’t your fault Mammon, I don’t blame you and I don’t want you to blame yourself anymore. I don’t want you to think I hate you, and I would never sever our pact alright?” You pulled away from him slightly to see his face, the tears had stopped and in their place was a light blush on his cheeks. “You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that to get rid of me.” You teased, the second born scoffed and looked away, but you caught a glimpse of that goofy grin he always had when being bashful around you.

It was nice to see him smile again, to see him in general honestly, you realized how lonely it was without him around to make you laugh. You knew he had missed you just as much by the way he clung on to the bottom of your shirt, you had known for a long time that somewhere along the way he had fallen for you, and regardless of your feelings towards him he was your best friend above all else. You loved seeing him smile, you loved the way he laughed at all your stupid jokes, and you loved how he always made sure you felt included.

You looked at your first man, a title he was so proud of even if it sounded inappropriate, and you suddenly thought about Mammon, not the one in front of you but the one you had left behind. The one that never even got to say goodbye, in fact the last thing you had said to him was “If I die, I’m totally coming back to haunt you!” the memory made you sick to your stomach.

Did he know?

Had Barbatos known you wouldn’t be coming back? Is that why he and Diavolo wouldn’t allow anyone to go with you? If he did, did he also know you die in this timeline? Did he tell the brothers?

You felt your own cheeks become laced with tears, Mammon had been so anxious about you leaving, it pained you to think he might still be waiting for you to return. Was the Mammon you left behind just as torn up right now as the one sitting in front of you? Did he blame himself for letting you go alone? Was he still standing there at the door you walked into, patiently waiting and hoping for you to step back through?

“Hey, come on now, don’t you start cryin’” You were snapped out of your thoughts by his voice, you didn’t realize your tears were now falling off your face and into your lap, Mammon reached up to wipe your cheek.

“I’m so sorry.” You meant to say that at full volume but all you could manage was a whisper. Mammon froze, his hand still on your cheek, his face went bright red as he searched yours for an explanation.

“What are ya sorry for? I’m the idiot that screwed up and let ya get hurt!” You shook your head and sighed. Explaining the timeline ordeal would just give you a headache and possibly throw him into another spiral.

“I should have come looking for you sooner. I was stubborn and angry, I didn’t think about how that day affected you also. I’m sorry you’ve been suffering alone like this. I miss having you around.” You placed your hand on his wrist gently and looked into his deep blue eyes. In typical Mammon fashion he couldn’t handle it and turned away from you.

“Geez, why ya gotta say somethin’ mushy like that huh? I mean of course ya missed me, I am—”

“The Great Mammon.” The avatar of greed whipped his head back around to see you with the dorkiest smile on your face; he couldn’t help but smile too.

“See, you humans do catch on!” You rolled your eyes and laughed; Mammon felt his heart swell a little at the sound. “H-Hey…MC…”

You gave him an inquiring look before he pulled you into a hug.

“I missed ya too…Promise ya won’t go leavin’ me like that again alright?”

“I promise.” You hugged him a little tighter before letting go. “Now, why don’t we get you out of this room? I’ll take you to Hell’s Kitchen, your treat?” You smirked and pulled out the most coveted item that ever existed from your jacket pocket.

“Goldie?? How did ya— Why do ya have—” Mammon looked at you in awe. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“I have my ways.” You teased. He didn’t need to know that Lucifer had given you the card almost six months ago, in hopes of hiding it from the mischievous over spender, instead you’d let him think you were some kind of God for pulling a stunt like this. “So? Wanna go have some fun?”

“I guess I can go out with ya, since your askin’ me and all!” That familiar look returned to Mammon’s face, the one he got whenever you invited him to hangout even if it was just to watch tv all afternoon.

“Great! Oh, but first…will you do something for me?”

“O-of course, you know I’d do anythin’ for ya.” The blush on his cheeks returned. You placed a hand on his leg still under the comforter and smiled politely.

“Take a shower first?” His blush deepened and he ran a hand through his hair.

“Guess I did let myself go huh?” He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, taking a look around his dimly lit room, finally seeing how bad it was.

“It’s okay, we’ve all been there,” You tried to ease his embarrassment. “One time I took what was supposed to be a casual thirty-minute nap and it turned into a twenty-two-hour depression nap. When I woke up, I had a chip stuck to the side of my face…I wasn’t even eating chips at the time.” Mammon laughed at your dumb little story.

“Hurry up and get ready! It’s late and I’m hungry!” You stood up and made your way to the door, you turned to look back and saw a fretful look on Mammon’s face. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll be in my room waiting.”

“Promise ya won’t leave without me?”

“I promise,”

For a brief moment everything around you disappeared, it was just you and him. You thought about what he had done, what he had seen. You thought about the other version of him somewhere in a different timeline, you couldn’t go back and tell that version you were safe, but you could do everything in your power to comfort this one.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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