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obeiii-mee · 2 years

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Fluff what if mammon befriends luke at first just trying to get in Good terms with MC but after while he starts to care for the young angel and starts to treat him as though he was his brother Even starts to be protective of him IM SORRY BUT I LOVE THESE TWO BABIES

Luke; From Mammon’s Perspective

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OH MY GOD BUT WHY DOES YOUR IDEA FIT MAMMON’S BIRTHDAY EVENT SO MUCH??? THIS IS HONESTLY SO GREAT, HAAA-

Mammon would just be jealous of the attention you give Luke but he’s too much a softie to actually do anything lmao

Thanks for the request, I’m happy to provide Mammon happy hours ft. Luke because they’re both amazing 😔

Characters: Mammon, Luke and mentions of the brothers and nowdateables though they’re not all that involved

Warnings: None besides some mild cursing and some vague descriptions of gore

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“Oi! What’s the chihuahua doing here?!”

You didn’t even feel the need to turn around and acknowledge him before you answered, keeping your eyes fixed on the batter you were mixing and on Luke as he fussed around the kitchen. The way he moved around strongly emphasised the decades of experience he’s had in the baking industry and compared to you, the young angel really seemed like a professional. Actually, he became so focused on his tasks that he opted to vehemently ignore the demon that just marched into the room, despite giving him an obvious and nasty glare from his position near the oven. Normally, Luke would take any opportunity to snap at the inhabitants of the House of Lamentation but today, he didn’t seem to be as bothered by their goading.

“He’s here to help me make a cake.”

“For what?”

At that, you did turn around, temporarily abandoning your work so you could face the second born and furrow your eyebrows at him in confusion because you did not expect this level of ignorance coming from him. Then again, Mammon always had a way surprising you at the weirdest of times so maybe you should’ve seen it coming, “Simeon. Mammon, we had a whole conversation about this just a couple of hours ago? I know you have a selective hearing problem but-“

“Yeah, yeah, I remember that.” He huffed out, crossing his arms and scrunching up his whole face as he recalled the talk you had with him during breakfast. It was something you brought up randomly enough, in between munches of toast and sips of orange juice. It wasn’t often that you got the opportunity to eat food from the Human Realm so even though this particular issue was bothering you plenty, it didn’t exactly stop you from eating. The stress may have gotten to you…a little.

“Buy him something.”

Not surprising; the only thing Mammon would consider to be a proper gift would either be stacks of money or something inherently expensive. It’s how he works. Really, most of his birthday presents to you were either crazy cheap or really pricey, all depending on his current financial situation.

Though it was a decent suggestion, you had to shrug it off. You could easily imagine Simeon reprimanding you for spending too much money on him, even if he deserved to have something nice. Besides, what kind of gift could you possibly give to an angel? You really didn’t want to disappoint nor overwhelm him with something that may not be up to his taste. Picking gifts really sucks, but you didn’t know how else to show your appreciation for the help you’ve received from him.

Mammon, sensing that this had been bothering you for a while now, dramatically sighed before adding, “Ya should ask the dog if he has any ideas.”

“What?”

“The chihuahua. Y’know, that small, feral thing that keeps following Simeon around like a lost puppy. Maybe make him a cake or something. Don’t let Beel know though, he’ll probably get to your ingredients before ya even have a chance to start using them.”

Now he regretted letting his big mouth ruin your night with him. Truth is, he didn’t expect you to actually take his advice to heart nor did he think you would actually bake him a cake. Mammon really believed you were gonna buy him a cake from the pastry shop down the street like any normal person would but instead, they now have an angel in the kitchen measuring flour quantities in a plastic bowl and melted chocolate dripping on the floor.

“But MC-“

“Mammon, could you please shut up?” Luke’s interference took you off guard but Mammon just seemed annoyed. Seeing as he was keeping quiet up until now, the angel’s patience must have ran thin from the endless rambling of the only demon in the room.

The second born scoffed, “Are ya talking to me? Sorry, couldn’t hear ya, you’re the size of a dog and you’re yapping like one too. Besides, you do know you’re covered in cake mixture from head to toe, right?”

Suddenly embarrassed about the dawning realisation that he does, in fact, have a considerate amount of batter on his face, Luke quickly wiped it off and pointed the spoon he was using mere seconds ago at him, “Just get out! Me and MC are trying to finish our cake, you low-life of a demon!”

Mammon was about to retort but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard you giggling from the other side of the room. Luke also appeared startled by your reaction and both of them turned their heads and tilted them in a curious manner as they were watching you erupt in more laughter. Simply because they both kinda looked like confused dogs waiting on their master.

“Hey, why the hell are ya laughing? Did this little shit get his dumb ingredients all over me?”

“Yeah MC, what gives? Hurry up and drive this guy out of our kitchen so we can do our work in peace!”

By the time they were done poking and prodding at each other with small insults, your chuckles died down and you could finally respond but only after wiping away a tear from your eye that was caused by your sudden outburst, “I’m so sorry but Luke’s little disgusted face mirrored yours so perfectly Mammon, haha. And the way he’s on a little stool and he still can’t reach past your shoulders-my bad.” You said that, though you continued to quietly giggle to yourself when you turned around.

In all honesty, they both seemed kind of offended but they couldn’t stay mad for too long because your light hearted jokes deescalated tensions between the two quite fast. Luke was still embarrassed from what you could tell and Mammon was also absolutely flushed up to the tips of his ears.

“In any case, Mammon? You’re staying right? If you are, I’d appreciate it if you could do this portion over here and crack some eggs into the bowl while I start the oven, OK?”

Too dumbfounded to actually say anything, Mammon tersely nodded his head and just stared at you as you continued to gather ingredients from around the kitchen. He supposed this counts-any time spent with you is great even if what you happen to be doing together is bake a whole ass cake. If he’s lucky, he could even steal a spoonful or two of jam when you’re not looking. While he was processing all this, his eyes met with Luke’s stern gaze and the two seemed to reach some kind of mutual, silent agreement.

They could work together for the evening, and this evening alone, if it was for your sake. After all, Luke enjoyed helping you around in the kitchen and he really wanted to make something nice for Simeon. Meanwhile Mammon was just trying to hoard your attention again. Both of them could profit from this so maybe if they just stayed out of each others’ way, tensions would not increase.

Mammon figured that couldn’t be too hard. Even though he considers Luke to be nothing more than a tiny, rabid animal, he supposed he could be considered a decently well-behaved kid. He could definitely handle him.

“If you’re going to help out, you need to wear this.”

“Eh? The fuck is this?”

“It’s an apron, though I’m not surprised you don’t know anything about cooking health and safety. Typical.” Mammon just stared at the soft pink material in his hands, clearly designed for someone half his size before opting to switch his glare back to Luke, who was openly smirking, “You’re bound spill something so you might as well wear it. Who knows, it might suit you?”

He was going to chuck the little bastard into a meat grinder the moment you turned your back on him.

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The ‘incident’, as both Mammon and Luke refer to it, happened on a Friday after school, just outside the R.A.D building and about half an hour after most students already booked it home.

With the exception of the student council. Which Mammon was a part of. Unfortunately. Meetings with Lord Diavolo were scheduled weekly and the brothers had no choice but to attend them. If they were lucky, the eldest was sometimes the only one summoned but for the most part, they were all expected to show up. No exceptions could be made this week around and even the human exchange students were invited to it. It was all starting to feel a tad bit overcrowded.

Not to mention, the meeting was so dull and boring, the second eldest could think of a thousand different ways to spend his free time than sitting in a chair for hours on end discussing the security cameras Lord Diavolo wished to install throughout the school. Honestly, his back was aching after having been seated on those God forsaken, uncomfortable, spineless chairs for so long and the room was absolutely suffocating because Lucifer was outright refusing to open the windows. The only thing worth looking forward to were the refreshments Barbatos promised to bring, but it shouldn’t be of too much surprise to hear that Beel essentially inhaled all the snacks the moment they arrived before anyone had any time to react. Judging by the smell alone, Mammon guessed it must’ve been Barbatos’ signature cake.

To make matters even worse (somehow), you were clever enough to come up with the excuse of ‘needing’ to go to the bathroom just to escape the torturously slow meeting. You were gone for more than half an hour now, no one was questioning your apparent absence or your whereabouts and Mammon wouldn’t be shocked to find out you just went home. Problem is: now he was stuck, completely by himself and totally human-less, in a boiling room with no drinks or snacks whilst everyone around him pointlessly rambled on about the new delivery system of goods for R.A.D.

So, what’s a poor demon like him meant to do in a situation like this?

Nothing less than what’s expected of the infamous Avatar of Greed and his cunning ability of achieving the most profitable outcome possible; completely plagiarise your idea and then have the audacity to promise his brother that if he were to bump into you on his way there, he would be dragging you back to the meeting by the scuff of your collar at all costs. All lies, of course. The moment he finds you, he’s taking his emotional support human and running home to find a suitable hiding spot from the wrath of the Avatar of Pride once he realises the little trick he’s pulled.

Though his plan certainly worked, his relief was very short lived. Not long after stepping foot outside the classroom everyone else was currently cooped up in, he heard a commotion down the corridor. In his very humble opinion, Mammon has many good qualities but his hearing capacity is, by far, one of the best so it’s not surprising to find out he could easily pick up on the scuffle taking place a hundred metres or so to his right. Obviously, now his curiosity was piqued and once that train starts rolling, nothing will be able to slow it down.

Towards one of the school’s exits, the second born was mildly startled to see Luke fending off four or five oversized demons that could certainly trample all over him if they so wished. I mean, Mammon has always the known the rabid, little thing could bark and bite with all his might but this was more praise worthy than anything else he has seen the angel do. And his baking is marvellous so that really says something. Without a doubt, the poor kid was completely pissing himself out of fear but still had the courage to defend himself, in a way not even the second eldest himself could achieve whenever he was being shoved around by his siblings.

Now, Mammon had no way of knowing or even guessing what those wasted bags of air could possibly be bothering the young angel for. Lord Diavolo made many speeches on the importance of accepting every exchange student into DevilDom in a welcoming manner and those who did not wish to comply would most definitely regret their actions at the hands of the Prince and his butler. Sure, demons are naturally apprehensive of angels with them being polar opposites and all (so to speak) but Luke must’ve done something major to provoke them into attacking like this. Or maybe they’re just idiotic assholes, which could fit the narrative just as well.

They weren’t physically touching him at all so at least they weren’t completely brain dead but they seemed to be harassing him nonetheless. It bothered Mammon to no end, their behaviour towards him. For some reason. Mammon was never particularly fond of Luke and troubling him was always good fun, even though their relationship improved significantly since their first meeting. Maybe it had something to do with the familiarity of the scene unfolding before him: being completely at the mercy of others and having no one to stick up for you was a situation he found himself more often than not. Watching it happen to someone else made him feel more vulnerable than actually experiencing the torment himself.

Mammon tried to justify his following actions by telling himself that the dunderheads were blocking the closest thing he had to an exit with their incessant bullying and he would need to go past them in any case. And since Luke is a good friend of yours, he supposed you would be pretty sad if the kid ended up getting a black eye or something so obviously, he had no choice but to intervene.

“Oi!”

His voice effectively boomed throughout the entire school and he briefly wondered how no one has been able to hear this entire thing so far. They weren’t being exactly quiet and the school’s walls weren’t soundproof either. One of the demons had the audacity to turn around and start retorting something before abruptly freezing in his tracks once he recognised who was in their presence. Actually, they were all so petrified they forgot to bow down before one of the Demon Lords, which, had it been anyone else, they would’ve been punished for immediately. Luke appeared to have his guard up as well and seemed to have taken a few steps back, pressed up against the door leading outside, clearly not used to Mammon’s outbursts. After all, seeing him like this is a rarity.

As he stalked closer, Mammon’s eyes knitted in frustration and he scrunched up his nose at the offenders before him. The scent of fear was only desirable if it was extracted from mortals, not demons and their insufferable odours. It was worth it however, to see the looks of terror on their faces and he reckoned these shit heads would eventually get what they deserve, whether that would be at the hands of the Prince or himself.

“I don’t know if y’all missed the memo,” he began, inching closer to peer at who he assumed was the leader of the miserable posse before scoffing, as if disgusted by what was before him, “But his Highness, Lord Diavolo prohibited any violence against the exchange students. So, either yer deaf or just plain stupid to be attacking one of the angels on school grounds. Or maybe you’ve just forgotten? Lemme remind ya real quick then.”

Without warning, Mammon roughly slapped one of the demons, the one closest to him, on the back to mimic a friendly gesture, pulled him closer and grinned at him, proudly displaying his perfect set of teeth and pierced tongue. The impact was so sudden and loud, Luke thought the demon was going be slammed into the floor from the force behind Mammon’s hit. The other three violators could only stand and watch. The second born continued, with a more cheerful tone.

“Now, listen ‘ere buddy: yer a demon and I’m sure a respectable one at that too,” you wouldn’t be able to miss the hints of sarcasm in his words as he happily rambled on, “So what if, every once in a while, you lose sight of yourself and give in to temptation. It’s what we do best, huh? This is probably not even yer first offence right? But today ya really hit the jackpot!”

Another slap on the back and this time, everybody in that hallway flinched with the exception of Mammon. He took no mind of this and went on, “Committing treason against the Prince-that’s mighty brave of ya! Surely earned you some bragging rights to your friends, being able to deliberately go against the wishes of Lord Diavolo himself and suffer no consequences, you sneaky bastard you.” At this, he ruffled the demon’s hair, ensuring to dig his nails a little too deep into the asshole’s useless skull, “Ya don’t gotta worry about me though. Nope, my lips are sealed, ya know. Wouldn’t dream of ratting you out. Well, for a price that is.”

The malice in his voice was more evident now in his false grin and the demon who was unfortunate enough to fall in his clutches, visibly swallowed at Mammon’s insinuation, “How about it, then? I heard golden skulls have been selling particularly well recently and ya know me, I’m not above dirtying my hands if needed. I’ll gladly dip every single one of your bones in melted gold in exchange for this little secret of yers. Every single one of ya would make outstanding golden statues, ‘m sure of it!”

The eerie undertones of Mammon’s preposition had the demon vehemently shaking his head and the second born pouted, almost childishly, “No? That’s a damn shame, I was hopin’ to make more profit. Well, in that case-I’ll just have to report ya to Lord Diavolo, hmm? What’s the matter, what are ya shaking like a leaf in the wind for? A brave halfwit such as yourself, yer not scared are ya?” Mammon laughed then, a genuine laugh as if he was actually greatly entertained by this, “What would ya have me do then? Hmm? Let ya go? No consequences? I suppose I might be tempted, but only if ya promise me to piss off and never let me see your filthy face ever again.”

The demon yelped as he was pushed forward, colliding with the ground but not giving himself a moment to breathe before he got up to his feet again and staggered up the corridor. Once he disappeared out of sight, Mammon turned his cold yet amused gaze on the other three demons present who immediately got the hint and sprinted after their leader, almost tripping over their own two feet as they took the corner up ahead.

“And if I ever find out ya are bothering anyone ever again, let alone this kid-I swear to his Majesty himself, I will personally skin all of you alive and use your twitching bodies as chew-toys for Cerberus, ya hear me?!” The second born yelled after them, with enough conviction in his voice to send even the most courageous of demons running with their tails between their legs.

Now that he was out of steam, Mammon turned his attention towards Luke, who was standing there, entirely rooted in place and no doubt astounded by what he just witnessed. A demon standing up for him. A demon of all things! The angel had no idea how he had the bravery to bicker with Mammon before now that he was aware of what he was capable of when moved to anger. The Avatar of Greed simply walked up to the door, unlocked it, opened it and took a few steps outside before pausing momentarily, allowing the cold air to brush against his skin. It had been raining earlier but the temperature was bound to go back to scorching hot in a matter of hours.

A few seconds later, he turned around, confused at the silence, as if he wasn’t expecting the angel to not co-operate before finally speaking, “Are ya coming or not?”

It was Luke’s turn to be confused and he didn’t need to say anything since his facial expressions made it pretty obvious. Mammon sighed, annoyed but not as much as he usually would be at the angel’s antics, “I’m taking ya home, idiot. Ya don’t think I’m stupid enough to let you walk home alone after all that, do ya? Is Simeon at Purgatory Hall or has he also fucked off somewhere. Wait ‘till he hears about this, he won’t let ya out of his sight for the next couple of weeks.”

Luke snapped out of his frightened trance at this and instantly jumped to the defence of Simeon as well as himself whilst trailing behind Mammon. To an extent, it was even entertaining, watching the angel express himself with such ferocity and vigour and Mammon could swear he even broke out into a smile on their walk to Purgatory Hall. Not even Luke seemed to mind his presence and though the second born didn’t exactly expect any form of gratitude from someone as uptight as him, he was internally glad the chihuahua wasn’t all that affected by the endeavour.

Maybe the little shit wasn’t so bad after all.

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Luke ended up subverting his expectations after all. A couple of days later and a week before his birthday, the kid showed up to his bedroom door, with you standing proudly behind him. To say he was mildly startled would be an understatement, it wasn’t very often that Luke travelled to the House of Lamentation by himself. He wasn’t even sure how he got in, though he presumed you had something to do with it. The two weren’t exactly on friendly terms yet but no one could deny their relationship was steadily improving and you were obviously encouraging this with every ounce of power you had

“What is it?” His own gentle tone surprised him but he had just woken up and did not have the ability to act all that snappy at seven in the morning.

“Luke wanted to give you something. An early birthday present.” You probed, when neither of them made any sign of moving and sighed as you nudged the angel next to you, “Go on Luke, Mammon would never turn his nose up at any type of gift. Especially a thoughtful one at that.”

Luke nervously fumbled for something in his pocket and Mammon had no idea what to expect. Actually, it was pretty hard to believe the young angel would want to give him anything at all. Sure, he received birthday presents from him before, but that was mostly at the command of Simeon. Whatever he had prepared for today, it would’ve been done out of his own will.

After a couple more seconds of postponing it, Luke finally bit the bullet and pulled out a small box out of his pocket, covered in golden glitter and wrapped in a red material that resembled velvet pretty closely, before hurriedly sticking it out to him, urging him to take it. Mammon precariously reached for the gift, picked it up and admired it for a few seconds. Whoever made it put plenty of care into both constructing and decorating it, making it look aesthetically pleasing to the eye and feel nice to the touch. He shot the two of you a confused look before slowly taking the lid off and he blinked.

A golden bracelet, adorned with a couple of precious gems, grabbed his eye as soon as he opened it and for once, Mammon was left speechless. He was never one for half-assed compliments, but he couldn’t describe the piece of jewellery as anything less than beautiful. And definitely expensive as shit. It was made out of real gold and precious stones so he wouldn’t be surprised if the angel was in debt now because of this early shopping spree.

“It’s a thank you gift.” Luke eventually muttered out and then immediately reddened at Mammon’s curious gaze, before adding on, “I-I mean, it’s also your birthday gift but I realised I never thanked you properly for what you did the other day. And I couldn’t possibly not to do anything. S-so I asked Simeon to help me pick out something for you. I did consider making you a cake but I figured that’s a present more suited to Beel’s tastes.” Luke cut himself short as Mammon continued to stare in shock at him and he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, “Just accept it, OK? And don’t expect anything else from me, you greedy demon.”

With that timid confession out of the way, Luke bolted down the hallway and out of the mansion before either you or Mammon could react, the front door loudly slamming shut behind him. Both of you remained stunned at Luke’s outburst but you found yourself laughing before long.

“He’s a sweetheart really, I’m glad he’s warming up to you Mammon.” To jest around, you wiped a fake tear out of your eye as if to act like a proud parent but the silence following your statement made you turn around, “Mammon?”

The second born was studying the gift he had just received attentively, gently swiping his thumb over the gold rimming before gingerly putting it on his wrist, mesmerised but undoubtedly pleased with how that whole interaction went. You spotted a sheepish smile climbing on his face and you wanted to laugh again, “Right, I’ll leave you to it then. See you later Mams.”

It was a weird sort of friendship they built, but whatever happened between the two must’ve been miraculous because from that day onwards, you haven’t heard Luke utter out a single insult against the Avatar of Greed and Mammon guarded the bracelet he was given by the young angel with his life ever since, even going as far to glare at Levi when he suggested Mammon was going to end up selling the precious thing for a quick profit first chance he got.

An angel and a demon, huh. Who would’ve thought?

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obeiii-mee · 3 years

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I saw that you’re ask box is open!!!!! I had to come and ask, if you want to that is, please do a reincarnation or somehow MC survives the whole sacrificing themselves for Lilith post please. Something with a happy ending to that post? My heart just broke for all of them and I just want them happy, if you don’t mind that is ☺️

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I got two very similar asks and I decided to merge them as one because I’m lazy, ig. In regards to the previous angst post I created about this topic, I have to admit my writing wasn’t the best it could’ve been so I tried even harder on this one which is why it took so long to make. I hope it was worth the wait, even if it’s just part 1. I tend to write a lot for angst requests so I always end up splitting them in half lmao.

The gist of it all is that the brothers stumble across MC right before they manage to complete the spell/curse and somehow stop their imminent death. Obviously, MC themselves is not in good shape since that was basically a suicide attempt and is therefore suffering mentally speaking. This version has a happy ending but it still has angst in it littered throughout because angst-comfort is one of my favourite tropes. If you haven’t seen the original ask, the links are here:

Link to the original posts:

Self-sacrificing MC (Lucifer, Mammon, Levi)

Self-sacrificing MC (Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie)

Warning: Obviously mentions of mental illnesses, death, blood, gorey stuff in general. If you are sensitive to these sort of things, please proceed with caution. I get really detailed with some of them.

Part 2 (Satan, Asmo and The Twins)

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The Brothers stopping MC from sacrificing themselves ( Alternative Ending):

Part 1

Lucifer:

-“MC, what do you think you’re doing?”

-To say he surprised you would be an understatement. It was way too early for him to be home, considering it was still very much midday and he was supposed to be at Diavolo’s palace for tea that afternoon. And since everyone knows how punctual Lucifer is and how much time he devotes to Lord Diavolo, you didn’t have any reason to believe he would be back at the House of Lamentation any earlier than expected. Except he was.

-You would later find out that the meeting was postponed by a few hours because something had come up rather abruptly in Diavolo’s already busy schedule. Therefore, Lucifer went home to finish the last of his paperwork during this extra time off he just received. To think that he had almost completely passed by your room without seeing what you were up to, terrifies him even now. Who knows what you would have actually managed to do if he hadn’t thought of checking up on you.

-He hadn’t seen much of you that day. Lucifer caught a glimpse of you at breakfast and spotted you a few times at R.A.D but didn’t actually have time to walk over to you and talk. Which probably explained why he was in a foul mood to begin with. He was tired, irritated and had no energy but all of those feelings seemed to evaporate the moment he set foot in the doorstep and acknowledged the situation you were in, instantly tensing up and straightening his back.

-The floor was basically covered in books. They seemed to have been borrowed from Satan’s room and, even though he didn’t notice at the time, all appeared to have an occurring theme on the cover; Souls. But that didn’t matter to him. Because you were also on the ground, looking exceptionally pale and sporting a sort of....dagger? in your left hand. The last time he had seen you look this dead was...well...when you died at the hands of Belphagour all those months ago.

-I don’t think he immediately understood what exactly you were trying to do. His mind had flown into panic mode, definitely noticed how sick you appeared to be and his first instinct was to practically leap at you and check for injuries. You hadn’t gotten that far ahead thankfully but you were damn near close to. Lucifer continuously ignored you as you tried to push him away. He wasn’t having it. Whatever it was that you were doing, he wasn’t having it. He didn’t even let you explain. He glared at that dagger in your hand like it was more sinful than any demon he’d ever met, including himself, before snatching it out of your hand.

-“Lucifer, I need that-“

-“No you don’t.”

-Even your voice was significantly weaker than before. Strained and raspy, as if you had a sore throat. This wasn’t going the way you had hoped to. Lucifer wasn’t meant to catch you by any means. He was shoving away all of the books now, so he could have an easier time picking you up and laying you on your bed. You looked as if you just had a very serious human cold. Which would’ve been fine, you had gotten lots of those during your stay here. But this was something different. He could tell. He could.

-“Lucifer, I-“

-“Don’t speak.” His harsh tone startled you a bit “You’re wasting your energy. Rest for now. We’ll talk later, after I get Solomon over here. And Satan to tell me the effects of these spells in these...cursed books. And trust me, we will talk.”

-He looked calm enough but there was such a chilling note in his voice that legitimately sent shivers down your spine. However, at that point you were both too weak and exhausted to argue or explain yourself. The spell you were trying to do drained every last bit of energy from you and now even twitching hurt like hell. So you slept for a while, insistently drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness as the hours ticked by.

-By the time you actually willed yourself awake, you felt much better than before. If you had to guess, you must’ve knocked out cold for a while, maybe a day or two, judging by how well rested you felt. Your head seemed clearer and it no longer hurt to move around. You felt stronger. Refreshed even. Which means that Solomon did in fact come over at some point during your unconsciousness to heal you. And knowing Lucifer, probably another 30 demon doctors. He was upset with you. You knew. That’s why, when you woke up, you didn’t have the nerve to look him in the eyes, despite his burning holes into your head.

-“Do you realise the gravity of your actions? How extremely unsafe those spells are? Do you know how much danger you put yourself in? Do you?” Of course he went with the rhetorical questions. He loves starting with those at the beginning of each lecture “If I were to take a guess, I’d say you knew exactly what you were doing, MC. You may be reckless and impulsive but you’re not stupid. You wouldn’t go out of your way to pull something like this without a reason to. How are you going to explain this one to me? Go on, speak.”

-You didn’t. You opened your mouth to answer him, or at least say something, anything. But no words came out. And tears were starting to build into your eyes now because this wasn’t supposed to happen and you ended up getting the opposite reaction you wanted from him. Lucifer kept quiet too and you sat in a tense silence for a couple of minutes. You glanced at him, after a while, noticing the look of concentration that washed over his face as he took his gloves off with a sigh. He seized your hand and gave it a light squeeze before he started speaking again, brushing his thumb across the back of it. His hands were warm. Or maybe yours were just cold.

-“What’s gotten into you, love?”

-You had to cough a couple of times to regain your voice “I... I thought this would be for the best. I mean, you said it yourself many times before right? My existence is....unimportant?when it comes to you and your brothers. It was an impulsive thing, I think. I thought that...you would all be happier to have Lilith back, you know? If all I had to do was to exchange my life for her, I figured you would be better off...” Your voice trailed off. Trying to justify your actions out loud made you realise how morbid it actually was. It made sense to you at the time but now you failed to see the logic behind it.

-You couldn’t read his facial expression at all. He didn’t even seem to have acknowledged your confession. Lucifer went so deadly quiet, you could feel your muscles tensing up again. You didn’t really know what to expect from him because you’ve never seen him like this.

-“That is absolutely ridiculous, MC.” His voice startled you and you eyed him as he grabbed both of your hands into his own. His head was lowered for a moment and when he came back, his eyes had darkened. Being on the receiving end of that glare made it seem as if the room’s temperature dropped about 30 degrees “Out of everything you’ve done so far while living with us, this has to be the most outrageous thing.”

-You opened your mouth to speak again but he shushed you “MC, listen to me. I loved and will continue to love Lilith for the rest of eternity because she was my sister. At the time, she was one of the most important people in my life and I was more than willing to give my life to ensure her future.” Lucifer closed his eyes for a brief moment “Her death and departure to the human realm hurt me. A lot. It was taking a toll on me and you could say that, to this day, it still does. However, as much as her leaving us behind hurts, I know in my heart that she lead a happy life. I know that she never suffered once as a human and I know that she got to live the life she wanted, alongside her loved one.”

-He cradled your head in his surprisingly soft hands, simultaneously checking for a high temperature “I have no regrets. And I’m sure she didn’t either as she took her last breath. I...I know it can be difficult, seeing us mope around whenever we’re reminded of her and to an extent, you may feel like you’re her replacement. That’s not it. You’re not Lilith. You’re...MC. Our reckless human that really can’t take no for an answer, even at the cost of their life. So, I don’t expect you to trade your life for my, or my brothers’, happiness. Because...we’re happy the way everything is right now. You should know, I’m over Lilith’s death, thanks to you even if I still suffer because of it. It would hurt too much to lose you as well while the wounds of her demise are so fresh in my heart. You bringing her back will accomplish nothing. And I want you to realise you’re a lot more precious to me than you might think. Now that we got that out of our system, would you like some tea? I made some for you earlier while you were resting. Should help soothe some of your cramps or any pain you might be in.”

-This is probably the most you’ve ever heard him speak at once. You start feeling a little overwhelmed again, from his words and you think you might start crying again if you focus on his speech for too long. Lucifer often has such a strong leash on his emotions; seeing them out in the open like that, in the privacy of your bedroom no less, feels like an out of this world experience. Pushing back more tears, you wordlessly sip some of the tea handed to you, feeling his hand petting your head as means of comfort. You still felt like you’ve done him a disservice; by being unable to finish what you started. But you didn’t care as long as you got to stay with him like this a little longer.

-Things will have to change slightly, of course. Lucifer knows that as a human you’re in a very vulnerable position at the moment, so he can’t risk leaving you unattended. Him and his brothers will have to keep a closer eye on you, at the very least until you’re no longer plagued by your own thoughts and until you can actually stand on your on two feet. RAD classes should be cancelled in your case for now too. You’d do well in online course with Levi for the time being, until he figures out how he can help. His brothers are aware of the situation and have been banging on the door to your bedroom for a while now, desperately wanting to be let in and see you. Diavolo will also have to be notified at some point.

-But not now. He wants to prolong this moment with you for as long as possible.

Mammon:

-“Hey-OI MC?? WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS???!! GIMME THAT-“

-He scared the shit out of you, truth be told. Everyone knows how loud and obnoxious Mammon can be, you perhaps more than anyone else but you didn’t expect this. Mere moments ago, the only thing you could hear was the pitter pattering of your own heartbeat in your chest so the door slamming against the wall startled you quite badly, making you flinch and giving yourself an cut on your finger. Bad timing really; he came in just as you picked up the knife.

-He stomped over to you, kicking some of things lying around on the floor in your room (and admittedly almost tripping over them) before crouching down at your level, with a strange look in his eyes. Mammon snatched the sharp dagger out of your hands and twirled it around in his own, inspecting it and scowling at it every few seconds. He ended up chucking it behind him then bent down to help you to your feet.

-“Wh-Where did ya even get this from??! Oi, MC-have ya lost yer damn mind? What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack? Stop struggling will ya? I’m trying to help ye get in bed.”

-You were still reaching for the knife he tossed away, annoyed that you hadn’t acted quickly enough. The problem is; you hesitated. Hesitated plunging that thing in you and now it’s too late to do anything about it because you’ve been caught.

-“Mammon, don’t just toss it away! It took so long to get my hands on one of those-shit, can you just give it back? And let go of me! I don’t want to lay down!”

-“G-give it back??! Have ya hit your head human? Is that it? Give it back my ass-stop trying to get up, don’t make me nail ya down.”

-Mammon being so stressed out was definitely not a good sign, seeing him so antsy made you nervous in return. It might’ve dawned on you that you royally fucked up because the second eldest looked sicker than you did, with his shaky, clammy hands trying to tuck you in. Letting out a string of curses as he almost tripped over a book again, so visibly irritated that you had to sit up and offer him your hand. He grabbed it without saying a word. And then he avoided your gaze.

-Thank Lord Diavolo he finished that fucking photo shoot so early because otherwise who knows how long it would’ve taken to find you. And by then, it would’ve likely been too late-just the thought of it made him shudder in anger, almost crushing every bone in your right hand as his grip tightened.

-Thing is, now he doesn’t know what to do. I mean you’re obviously sick and all weak and fragile as all humans are when they try to kill themselves with powerful, cursed spells and he’s definitely not an expert at any of that. Calling Lucifer for help wouldn’t be a good idea; he wasn’t in the mood to hear him yell at either of you. Satan was a good option, he was definitely more knowledgeable about these sorts of things than he was. He intended to go but for some reason, he was rooted right where he was, by your side next to the bed.

- Eventually he had to go get his brother because he thought you were getting worse by the looks of it and he came back sprinting while dragging a confused Satan behind him. Honestly, once he found out how close you actually were to dying, he started crying on your bed as if he was just told that all of his Grimm would be taken away. He was half sniffling and half yelling at you from his position next to your bed and he just soaked your entire pillow with tears because he was frustrated he left you alone long enough for you to even think about doing this. Most of it muffled because his head is was still in your sheets but you could just about make out what he was saying.

-You honestly had to no idea what to say. All attempts at calming him down were futile by the looks of things and you had no words of comfort to offer him. Your voice got stuck in your throat and all you could really do was to stare at him as he hiccuped and weeped besides you. You wanted him to stop-he was making you regret your decision and you already decided prior to this that the ends justified the means. Trading your life for Lilith’s seemed fair and Mammon seriously shouldn’t have been crying over you.

-“Mammon, please stop crying-“

-“DON’T TELL ME TO STOP!”

-He snapped his head up and glared at you with wet eyes, bringing a shaky hand to wipe the tears off. There was a moment of stillness and then the demon basically climbed in bed with you, continuing to kneel as you propped yourself up in your elbows. He kept quiet. A long silence. The sound of rustling bed sheets. And then you sighed.

-“Mammon, don’t you miss your sister?”

-His glare hardened and he pressed his lips into a straight line, trying to read your expression. Or rather, trying to figure out what you meant seeing as what he heard didn’t really sound right. Judging by the spell Satan told him you were trying to cast earlier, he more or less put two and two together. And his mind was on the verge of snapping like an elastic band.

-“It would be heartless of me to say I don’t,” He murmured at some point, averting his eyes, “She was so kind, and patient and I loved her so much. We loved her so much. And she loved us in return.” Mammon scrunched up his face, coughing a couple of times to cover up the way his voice cracked at the mention of Lilith.

-“To this day, it still pisses me off so much.” He carried on, now sitting cross legged on your bed, his hand on his knees “The way my brothers used to hog her attention all the time. The twins especially, always, completely glued to her, refusing to go anywhere without her tagging along. I barely ever got any time with her and even if I did, it was always limited, ya know? I wasn’t even jealous-I was still an angel back then and feelings like those would’ve been…Uh…forbidden I guess? I was just sad. Lilith was always right there but for some reason, I could never reach out to her even though I wanted to, so badly. Without realising ‘m sure, my brothers got so greedy with her, I didn’t get to bask in her warmth for long enough. And then she ‘died’ and we fell and I had to move on.”

-There was a lump in your throat now. You couldn’t even look at him, let alone say anything. Just stood there, motionless; thinking about your ‘fool proof’ plan. Turns out it had holes in it. As you had this thought, Mammon scrambled over to you, grabbing you by your shoulders and forcing eye contact for the first time ever. As far as you know, he’s never been this brazen, not even the day you met him.

-“So that’s why!” He shut his eyes and yelled, pulling you into a hug “That’s why I can’t lose you too! Not when I didn’t get to spend enough time with you either MC. There’s never going to be enough time and that’s fine by me because you’re not leaving!” He shouted, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, gripping the side of yours arms tight enough to leave marks. You tried to ignore the wet splashes you felt on your skin “It’s my turn to be greedy, OK??!”

-“But, Mammon, would you not want to bring her back?” You wrapped your arms around him despite this.

-“Of course I do! But not in exchange for your life, you complete idiot! If anything, I’d rather die and know that you’re both alive instead of having to sacrifice you. But I don’t want to do that. Because you’re here and my brothers are here and I don’t want to leave any of you behind. I lover her so much, MC. But the love I have for her is different than the one I have for you and I can’t imagine mixing the two of you up, ya hear??? She was happy. Lucifer told me she was so shut up and stop trying to save the day like a suicidal maniac, alright?? I don’t want you to be a hero-just…stay here, OK?”

-He cupped your face in his palms, swiping your tears away with his thumb while letting his own stream down his cheeks. The two of you stayed in that uncomfortable and awkward position for a short while, until he told you to lay back down and rest. As he said that, he sat on the stool by your bed and held your hand, intertwining it with his as he hazed at you. He gave you some pills Satan recommended and forced you to drink more water even though your originally refused, insisting you looked thirsty. The tension in the room disappeared and the atmosphere seemed to have softened little by the little now that everything was out in the open. You were tired and he told you to got to sleep and so you did. Closing your eyes, you smiled at him as genuinely as you could, to convince him you were really alright and Mammon’s world, after hours of edging despair, finally clicked back into place.

-“You worry about us too much, human. Lilith wouldn’t agree with something like this, she wasn’t the type. She would love you too, a lot, if she was here. I’m happy the way things are. And you don’t need to feel guilty because the Great Mammon is tellin’ ya that you’re not at fault. So don’t go around getting anymore ideas like this, promise?”

- You may not think you’re all that important but to the Avatar of Greed, a demon who consistently yearns for more, you’re more valuable than any jewel he ever laid eyes on and more precious than gold itself.

Levi:

-“MC….? Hey….what-what’s all this?”

-It’s become a daily routine; the two of you meeting in his room and starting to binge watch some new show he just recently got addicted to. It just sort of…became your thing-something only you and Levi ever did and he treasured this a lot. Anyone trying to get in between this allocated space of time in your life would be committing a severe offence in his eyes and would be punished accordingly. Besides all that, you promised to let him know in advance if something comes up and your ‘date’ has to be postponed which he was fine with as long as it wasn’t too last minute.

-You didn’t come. And that put him on edge a little bit because you didn’t text him to let him know what’s up. In the end, he figured that it’s been a busy week and from what he’s heard from his brothers, exams were taking place every other day that whole month. Supposedly, you were in your room or the library studying and simply forgot? That doesn’t sound like something you would do though. Maybe you overworked yourself again and passed out-it wouldn’t be the first time at all. Even so, he came by your bedroom to check up on you and make sure you weren’t hibernating or anything.

-Truth is, Levi never felt all that special. His brothers who, in his eyes, were much cooler than he could ever dream to be, definitely achieved more in a century than he could in a lifetime and Levi just…doesn’t meet the high expectations that have been laid out for him. I mean, sure, he has a navy and an army at his disposal but that’s about it. All of that seems pretty insignificant to how Lucifer has the whole of DevilDom kneeling at his feet whenever he walks by or how capable Asmo is at charming others into worshipping him and the ground he steps on. Honestly, even Mammon has more charisma and popularity than he does.

-But who really cares, right? He came to terms with this a long time ago. He’s not gonna back out from his own personal point of view. He’s not special, as much as he pretends to be sometimes, especially when you’re around. Role playing as Lord of the Shadows and having you play as Henry is fun and all but it’s just a fantasy. Not to mention even then, he still gave you the title of the main character. Perhaps he doesn’t think he deserves something as prestigious as that. Or perhaps, he thinks so very highly of you to the point where he conveniently forgets about his down desires to be recognised. Either way, he’s never protested when others mocked him for being considerably softer than the rest of his brothers.

-That’s why literally any one of them would’ve been better off finding you! Lucifer, Satan, Beel-Hell even Mammon could pull off saving you from something like this like the protagonist of a romance manga! It makes so much more sense, does it not????

-“M-MC? What are…you….I mean-why….”

-You were still awake, thank goodness but it was pure luck he got to you before you passed out. Levi felt like passing out too, if we’re being honest. A large puddle of blood had started to collect on the ground right next to your bed, staining your sheets and your clothes while simultaneously making the air almost suffocating with the scent of metal.

-He was panicking and he was panicking hard. He spent a good few minutes freaking out besides your bed as you continued to bleed out. This sounds pretty bad written down, but he was genuinely torn on what should’ve been done and he didn’t know exactly how to help, despite yearning to do so.

-After a short while, he finally pulled himself together and tried to think of the best course of action at the moment. You had a pretty deep injury on your lower back, a place you could easily reach if you bent your arm far enough. You did still have the knife in your hand but he didn’t think anything through right away since his mind was on autopilot and so, while bandaging you up, he was concentrating on that and nothing else. And by bandaging I mean he wrapped you in said bandages like a fucking mummy, making sure to tighten it in order to put more pressure on the wound.

-Levi was aware it wasn’t really good enough. He didn’t disinfect it or anything but at least he blocked the bleeding. The problem was; the only experience he had with human injuries were from these doctor VR games that he plays occasionally and so he didn’t really have any clue on how to properly treat you. He could only hope that Lucifer or Satan would get home before you could get an infection or something like that. Actually, he had been frantically calling them for a while but no one picked up???? So now he has to try and keep you alive before they get there.

-While he waited, Levi definitely refused to leave you alone and so he pulled up a chair and just sat down; watching you drowsily trying to keep your eyelids open. It got him thinking, all this silence and you struggling to stay awake as the bandage he had used was beginning to get more and more red with each minute that passed by. There was no one else in the house. And you seemed fine earlier today when he saw you after school. So who was responsible for this? The only conclusion was, obviously, that you had done this yourself but he really couldn’t glue the pieces together.

-“MC, I don’t know if you trust me enough to tell me, hell I’m a stupid shut-in who barely comes out of his room, but why….why did you….”

-Being so emotional, he couldn’t even finish his sentence and he stared at you as you wiggled around a little on your bed; twisting your head a bit to make eye contact with him

-“I-I just…Levi, do you think of Lilith often?”

-The third eldest just gazed at you with a piercing glare and tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. Once he processed your words, he was startled and jumped a little, almost toppling the chair he was on backwards. He gripped the armrests. It took him a bit but now he understood.

-“NO!” He shouted then quickly covered his mouth when he realised what he had said “I m-mean, of course I do! But-“

-“Wouldn’t you rather you traded her for me?”

-“MC, hold the fuck up a minute there. Are you crazy? This isn’t a manga y’know? It’s real life and the decisions you make here will have that stupid butterfly effect on everyone, not just you!”

-“But-“

-“MC, I miss Lilith. Sometimes it hurts really badly and I’m not sure it will get much better than this. But if you were to bring her back, I’d just start missing you instead and I’d be just as miserable!”

-“Levi, don’t be ridiculous. I’m just a human. My existence is expandable, my death wouldn’t matter to you.” You coughed a couple of times, which soon turned into a string of wheezes, forcing to lay back down on your stomach.

-Levi was stomping his feet in frustration like a child “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to feel all sorry for yourself, MC! That’s my thing! You’re amazing and I would give away my entire video game collection just to have you here with me!” He looked down at the ground “I know I said you were my protagonist but I’d rather you were not if being one means you’re willing to self sacrifice like this for a matter that’s already been resolved.”

-You didn’t respond. Levi was biting on his fingernails.

-“MC?”

-“…what?”

-“How could you even think of leaving me behind? Do you hate me that much?” There were tears pouring down his cheeks and he wiped at them with his sleeves. He looked as if he would have a mental break down soon enough.

-You were holding back tears yourself and gritted your teeth in agitation. You were having second thoughts about this. It all seemed like such a solid plan a few hours ago, so what exactly happened? Seeing Levi all distraught like this almost sent you into a spiral of despair. You motioned for him to get closer and you cupped his face.

-“Don’t say that! You know that’s not true! The reason I was doing all this was to make you happy!”

-“But it wouldn’t make me happy!” Levi snapped back, holding your hands in his own “I would rather die than have you leave me as well!”

-Again, you stayed quiet. Levi seemed to have been made aware of your proximity together and leaned back on his chair, tips of his ears red. He glanced at the wound again.

-“Does it hurt?”

-“Yeah-“

-“Stupid normie,” He rubbed his eyes “You’re not Lilith. And you never could be. No one can be like her, believe me. And no one could replace you either, by the way. You’re more than enough. To me and my brothers anyway and who cares what anyone else thinks?”

-There was a lump in your throat now as you spoke, voice still a bit weak “Levi…you know I think you’re more than enough too, right?”

-He swallowed, chuckling anxiously under his breath as he nodded, fiddling with the strings of his headset.

-He couldn’t let you leave because of something as idiotic as this. Not when you had the ability to make him feel special and wanted, made him feel like he was every bit as good as his brothers and brought him so much comfort all the time. To think he was this close to seeing the life fizzle out of your eyes horrified him and he wants to beat that image out of his head. He always had a soft spot for his sister of course, but the idea of choosing between the two of you was more than dissatisfactory, to say the least.

-He was crying again because of course he missed Lilith. But you dying as well would only leave another hole behind in his heart. And you didn’t deserve to go through something like that either way, just so that his brothers’ are content. Everyone is content. And they have been for the past while. Levi was too embarrassed to look you in the eye again, but still intertwined his hand with yours and then he told you to try not to fall asleep, not until Satan or someone came over. For all he knew, you could end up passing away in your sleep.

-“Should I try calling Simeon or something?”

-“No, I’m fine.”

-“OK.”

-Eventually, his brothers did get home and as soon as the front entrance opened, Levi shot out of his seat and just yelled at his siblings downstairs that “MC is dying and you’re out shopping” or some shit which understandably caused absolute chaos and wreak havoc amongst all of them. The peaceful but tragic moment you two shared was gone now since his brothers were crowding you and Satan was doing all these reverse spells and Lucifer was trying to make human doctor appointments for you.

-Levi stood by the door, wanting to come near you again but deciding against it because he knew his brothers would just push him off again. He exhaled, getting rid a deep breath he didn’t even realise he was holding until now, relieved that you were alright and that he found in time. Otherwise, he really wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself. Still leaning against the doorframe, you lock eyes again and you send him a small smile and he smiles back and thinks that he loves you too much for his liking, getting attached to a human normie but still doesn’t want you to go anywhere.

-Recovery went on for a few months but before long, you fall into the same, old routines you had as before and he’s glad, because he missed his quality time with you. And he was sick of watching his brothers fuss over you too. You were fine now. However, every once in a while, while you’re cuddled up to him watching some new show together, he spares you a glance and thinks back to the moment he almost did let you go. If he hadn’t reacted as quickly as he did, you probably would’ve. He’s not crying again, they’re just cutting onions on screen!

-The Avatar of Envy is jealous as much as he is in awe of you. In his eyes, you might just be the best thing to happen to him even back when he reigned over the heavens with his brothers. If you were to die, Lotan would be the last of everyone’s problems, he can attest to that. Cross his heart and hope to die; by sticking a needle in your eye.

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Yo I actually finished it whoa. This sat in my ask box for way too long dude I’m sorry. I was so adamant on doing it properly I kept rediting ;-;

Who’s ready for more angst? At this point I’m just force feeding you it, thank you for reading!

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