Mammons most recently googled questions:
- do humans like to be pet?
- How much grimm does a human make throughout their life cycle?
- how to cut out human meat from my diet.
- is it okay for a human to ingest a small amount of human meat?
- how to not leave finger prints???
- top Ways to get rich quick
- gold bag
- demon scale gold bag
- viciousace golden dragon skin bag ( 42,000 raven)
- human intelligence quiz
- what to do when your human has now developed a taste for human flesh.
- what does outer space taste like
- what to do if your human has started trying to size you up to eat you?
- what is bone apple teeth???
- sharkcoochi board???
- sharkcochi baord??
- how to spell shark coochi bord??
- charcuterie board.
- shark shaped charcuterie board.
- how to tell if your human has rabbies
- what does a rabbies bite look liek???
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Do you think demons crack their joints?
It was a lazy, rainy evening in the Devildom. An oddly calm one. The residents of the House of Lamentation were gathered in the living room, mainly because that's where you were.
Beelzebub and Mammon were snacking and watching Leviathan play his handheld game. Asmodeus was browsing a magazine, Satan was browsing a book, and Lucifer was texting with Barbatos.
Belphegor had been dozing off on your shoulder for a while. It was hard to move under the demon's weight. You had been stuck in the same pose browsing your D.D.D. until he finally shifted, leaning back into the couch. You seized the opportunity to roll your shoulders and take a much needed stretch.
You lifted your arms. It felt great. Crack.
"What was that?" Satan asked, glancing up from his book.
"Beel probably sat on a chip," Mammon said. Levi snorted, too busy to take his eyes off the game but in agreement with Mammon for once.
"It wasn't me." Beelzebub stood up to prove his innocence, revealing no food under him.
"It was me," you said. "Just my back."
"Hon, what?" "Your what?" Asmodeus and Lucifer spoke at the same time, and both gave you a concerned look.
"My back? I just cracked it."
The demons sprung out of their seats like you had just cursed them. Levi's game system fell to the carpet. Since he was already standing, Beelzebub strode over and pulled the back of your shirt up, asking "does it hurt?"
Startled, you pulled the front of your shirt down for modesty. "Woah, hello? Excuse me? Uh, what?"
While everyone gathered to stare at your back, Belphegor was stirred awake. "What's going on?"
He went to lean on your shoulder again, but Mammon swatted him away. "Hey! Can't ya see they're injured?" he growled. Belphegor huffed at him, deciding instead to help hold your shirt up.
"Poor thing!" Asmo cooed. With one hand he grabbed your wrist, and with the other he made a peace sign. "Look at me, how many fingers am I holding up?"
"I'm fine. Everybody just chill." Despite your insistence, the panic had already set in and nobody was listening to you.
Leviathan was shaking. "T-that's not good, right? Humans aren't supposed to make those kind of sounds." He was covering his eyes with his hands squeamishly but peeking through his fingers to stare anyway. "A doctor! Are there any human doctors? Should we call Solomon?"
"Yes, somebody call Solomon," Lucifer commanded. "Where did the crack occur?" He started gently prodding around your spine, making you squirm.
Satan tried to bump Lucifer's hand away from you while placing himself in Lucifer's spot. "Can't you see they don't like that? You're making it worse."
"Deep breaths," Mammon instructed you, breathing deeply in and out. He seemed on the brink of hyperventilation himself.
Lucifer refused to budge, but Satan persisted. He was now also poking you. "The damage isn't visible yet, but there could be internal bleeding. You have to lay down."
Belphegor scooted over to make more room, despite your protest of "I'm not going to move, nothing is wrong."
Asmodeus managed to already get Solomon on the phone. You couldn't hear him over Asmo's worried shrieks but knew he had to be laughing. Solomon was not going to let you forget this incident.
Beel, Lucifer, and Satan moved to try and pick you up but enough was enough. "I said I'm fine!! Everybody stay!"
The seven went crashing to the floor, finally allowing you to cover up. "I am fine! I'm fine! See!" You stood up dramatically and grabbed Asmo's D.D.D. to apologize to a snickering Solomon.
The demons were annoyed and concerned as they tried to pick themselves up. "If you're so fine, then explain that noise," Satan said.
"Humans just do that from time to time."
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I love the idea of Mammon and MC being touchy with each other. They cling to each other constantly.
It starts off pretty early on in knowing each other. Probably from MC hiding behind Mammon at one point, or Mammon deciding you're his and he's not letting anyone touch his stuff.
You both end up playing off of each other, and soon enough you're stuck together like glue.
It gets to the point that he gets separation anxiety from you. When you're not at his side he can't help but worry. Where are you? Are you alright? Are you with someone else? Do you still love him?
Of course you always return fine, and reassure him that he's your first and you love him, but the worry is always there.
I'd like to think that the rest of the brothers grow used to it and actually get surprised if you aren't with Mammon, whether purposefully or not.
Do not separate. Mammon will cry.
Sometimes a family is a pink sparkle sheep and a manfailure.
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