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avatar-saiki · 1 year

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Greed's Hidden Light

Mammon/Reader, 2.4k words

Inspired by Nightbringer Lessons 2-3

Mammon slipped out shortly after dinner, the commotion of the rumors and new… pet... in their midst giving him the perfect cover to sneak away for some fresh air. It was crisp on his tongue, sending chills down his back as he stepped out into the moonlight without much direction other than needing to move. It was dark here, very dark.

Still getting used to that too…

He shivered, crossing his arms and cutting through the forest, following one of the many trails that wound throughout the grounds around the House of Lamentation. Everything here was so different, from the food to the magic to the way he found himself feeling drawn to things he’d never felt before, it was all so…

Frustrating.

Distant howls prickled at the back of his neck and he looked around, then decided to hurry on through to the clearing. Even the creatures here were different.

Bigger.

Meaner.

Scari-

He shook his head quickly and reached up to smack his cheeks.

“I wasn’t scared,” he muttered to himself, then looked around at the trees twisted and gnarly with their branches seemingly reaching out to grab innocent passersby.

“Tch,” he strode passed them and broke through the tree-line, the lake coming into view. In the eternal night its waters reflected in an inky black, serene and calm like a bottomless mirror reflecting the stars and moon above.

An endless abyss…

He relaxed, slowing his pace, transfixed by the reflected moonlight.

“I wasn’t scared,” he repeated under his breath, feeling the words deeper in his chest. His breath rolled out in a gentle mist, giving him something tangible to focus and direct.

Breathe in…

Breathe out…

He closed his eyes when he’d reached the water’s edge and set his stance, turning his face up to the moon.

Breathe in…

He stretched out his arms, his wings even further.

Breathe out…

Howls sang into the night.

Breathe in…

Wind whistled through the trees, stirring leaves in a chilling melody.

Breathe out…

If he focused, he could even pick out the distant shouts of Satan and the others.

A smile touched his lips.

Breathe in…

He opened his eyes and gazed up at the moon, breathing out long and slow, watching the wisps of breathe curl up into the night. It was only him and the night now, its serenity a haunting comfort.

He squatted down and leaned over the water, the moonlight illuminated in his hair. Two ebony horns spiraled up from his head, and he reached up to touch one, watching his reflection do the same. Wings stretched again, and kicked up gentle ripples with a roll of his shoulders. Nothing like they had once been, but they were his.

He closed his eyes again, feeling along the grooves of his horns, where they dipped and where they wound.

“I really am a demon now…” he murmured, reaching the pointed tip and grasping around the horn to give it a tug.

Predictably all that really accomplished was some soreness and a short jerk of his head.

He sighed and sat down in the dirt, resting his arms on his knees.

What did being a demon even mean? He’d never given it much thought, or even what it meant to be an angel for that matter.

Or a human…

He sighed again and picked up a rock, chucking it and watching it skip across the tranquility spread out before him, reflections wobbling and distorting with every ripple.

“I just don’t get it…” he said, tossing another rock to chase the first.

He hadn’t known. Hadn’t seen. But when Lucifer acted, there’d been no doubt.

But why hadn’t he been the one to intervene?

He picked up another rock, wiping off the grit with his thumb and holding it in his fist.

Just how many of ‘em would’ve stayed if he hadn’t?

He grit his teeth and tossed it out, then folded his wings around himself and buried his head in his arms, counting the splashes until it sank.

Even if he didn’t have any regrets about being here, it didn’t change the fact that this place wasn’t exactly friendly. Scary or not, no one wanted them here. Except maybe Diavolo, but even then he only really cared about Lucifer. Everyone else was just a bonus.

And then there was Satan…

His wings folded further inward, frustration rising. He was supposed to be their older brother too. He was supposed to protect them. Lead them. But all he ever did was screw it all up. He couldn’t even tame Cerberus right. If it hadn’t been for Lucifer, one of them could’ve—

“Mammon?”

He looked up, startled. “What? Who’s there?”

You stepped out from the trees and raised a hand in greeting. He relaxed a little. Just you. Of course, you’d been following them around ever since Diavolo named you as their attendant.

“I saw you’d wandered off,” you said, stopping a few feet behind him. “Mind if I sit?”

He shrugged and looked back out across the lake. “Do what you want.”

You hummed, rocks grinding under step until you found a comfortable place to sit. The water had long since stilled once more, nothing but the gentle breeze breaking through the quiet.

That is, until you spoke again.

“It’s pretty out here.”

“Mm.” He grunted, not wanting to be rude but not really feeling chatty either. He could hear the sounds of scuffling again while you adjusted, but only rested his cheek on his arm.

“You don’t have to worry ‘bout me,” he said quietly, “I just needed some air is all.”

“I figured,” you said, voice light. “It’s a lot to take in after suddenly becoming so famous.”

He snorted, “I ain’t famous.”

“Sure you are! You’re one of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld now, remember?”

He smiled a little, “Yeah…” but it didn’t last long. Technically that title should belong to Lucifer, he hadn’t done all that much and when Cerberus had been in front of him, baring his fangs at his brothers and looking to attack he…

He just…

“Mammon… are you okay?”

He nodded, ready to brush it off again but he made the mistake of looking at you and meeting your eyes. Why… why did you look at him like that? All soft and concerned? Like you cared? Like you…

He looked away again. “Don’t you think there shoulda been one?”

“One? One what?”

He rested his chin on his arms, staring at the reflected stars.

“One Ruler of the Underworld.”

“Mm…” You considered it a moment. “Why? Because Lucifer terrified the poor thing?”

He sulked further, but nodded. That’s exactly why. Lucifer didn’t even hesitate, just like before. He knew exactly what to do and was able to protect everyone and tame a massive, ravenous beast.

All while he had stood there, mustering up the courage to even try. What if Lucifer hadn’t showed up? Would he have been able to protect them?

“I think you all had a part in it,” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He laughed under his breath. “Ah, c’mon that’s a cop out answer an’ you know it.”

To his surprise, you shook your head. “No it isn’t, think about it.” You started counting off on your fingers, “Asmodeus charmed the flowers, Beelzebub ate the apples, Leviathan and Satan found the hidden cavern, plus without you we wouldn’t have even found Cerberus or gone through with this plan to begin with.” You shrugged, “So yeah, sure, Lucifer growled harder than a three-headed dog, but you were the one that set everything in motion.”

He…

He hadn’t thought of it like that.

He crossed his legs and sat up a little straighter.

“Yeah, but-”

“Actually I guess I don’t remember if Belphegor did anything,” you said with a laugh, “but he gets a pass because he’s the youngest.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

“Oh I know,” you said, laughing with him.

He squinted. “How do you know?”

“Oh- uh…” You reached up to scratch your cheek. “I guess I just have a knack for these sorts of things?”

“Mm…” He looked back out across the water and held his chin in his hand. Maybe that was a demon thing, they always did seem like they knew how to read humans pretty well. Diavolo could tell when someone was lying too… yeah, that had to be it. Some tricky demon magic he hadn’t learned yet.

“Is that why you tried to kiss me?” he asked, trying to sound casual but he couldn’t help watching your reaction through the corner of his eyes.

Your smile faltered a bit, cheeks turning rosy.

“Y… yeah… that was weird of me, wasn’t it?”

He shrugged, “I mean, I get it. It’s hard to resist the Great Mammon.”

It’d only been intended to be a light teasing, but you laughed in agreement. “I mean, you’re not wrong there. There’s a lot to like about you.”

It was his turn to blush, or at least he thought he might be. He covered his mouth with his palm and tried to focus on the lake, wishing his face could feel as cool as the night sky.

“That’s… probably weird to hear, huh?” You said quietly, picking up one of the rocks and turning it over in your hand. “Since we’ve only known each other for a… little while now.”

He just shrugged again, not trusting himself to look at you. You were nice enough, but how was he supposed to handle some sort of crush or… was it even that? Or was it a trick of a demon’s charms to woo gullible fools like him?

“I think it was cool of you to work so hard for your brothers,” you said, voice dropping to just above a whisper carried on the wind. “You even went so far as to convince Barbatos to let you into the castle so you could search.”

“Yeah… but I wouldn’t have gotten that far without your help.”

“Maybe, but I don’t think that would’ve stopped you if I hadn’t, just slowed you down a bit.”

He chewed the inside of his bottom lip, mulling it over. You were obviously trying to cheer him up, but why? What would winning him over get you exactly? It’s not like he had anything, and even the title he just got didn’t mean a whole lot yet.

And if you were after power… cozying up to Lucifer made a lot more sense. But even then you didn’t seem to need it, you were already skilled in magic more than they were.

“I can’t do anything on my own,” he said, feeling the weight of the words sink even deeper than any stone he could ever throw.

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t have to then, isn’t it?” you said easily.

He scowled and said nothing, letting the silence of the night be his answer for him.

“There’s power in wanting,” you said, drawing his attention even if slight. Your focus was on the stone in your hand, holding it with your fingertips while your eyes were… fond.

“It takes a lot to want something,” you continued, “even more to recognize it and admit it’s important enough to care.”

Flowery words weren’t going to get you anywhere with him.

“Yeah, but so what,” he muttered, “wanting something doesn’t mean I got any idea how to get it or if it’s even worth it.”

“Maybe, but doesn’t knowing that already make you stronger?” You asked, holding the rock up to the moon as if to compare its own ability, or lack thereof, to glow. “Wanting means there’s a need to fill, right? Whether it be for yourself or for others, like with trying to garner respect for your brothers to give them a better life here.”

“I can want stuff all I want, but that doesn’t mean anything changes,” he said stubbornly.

You glanced at him with a smile, then shrugged. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.” You stood up and brushed off your backside, “I mean, as much as I believe you would’ve saved the day all the same, we’ll never know since Lucifer swooped in, right? But even so,” you tossed the rock and sent it flying across the serenity that stretched before you, each touch to its surface dancing in sparkling ripples that stretched outward, colliding and reforming anew as they extended out across the lake. You were watching the water, but he couldn’t help looking up at you and that gentle smile on your lips.

“Things don’t change until someone wants them to.”

His throat felt tight, your words…

He…

He wasn’t like…

“But that’s just how I see things,” you said, holding your hands behind your back. “Not everyone can be a leader, but you don’t have to be one to lead either.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” he said and you chuckled, glancing down at him with eyes that…

Sparkled.

“I guess it doesn’t, does it?”

He swallowed, and you glanced back toward the forest.

“Well anyway… I still think it’s something to be admired, even if you disagree with me.”

“Whoa, hey, no I never said I did,” he said, moving to stand up.

You grinned, glancing at him briefly before walking back toward the trail. “Sure, sure~ it’s okay. I guess I can keep my little admirations to myself~”

“Wait- no, hold on!” He scrambled to follow, “Is there more?”

You hummed, “Oh I dunno, maybe? Is that something you’d be interested in knowing?”

“Well…” He still wasn’t sure what your angle was, or how much he could trust you, but…

“It’s not like it’s hard to see how awesome I am, but,” he felt his face getting warmer again, even more so when your smile widened. He turned his face away and tried to shrug it off, but…

But he wanted this.

“But if you… if you wanted to tell me more things… that you like about me I… I’d be willing to hear it.”

“Aw~ so generous,” you teased, turning from him again and disappearing into the trees. “If I think of anything else, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

“H-Hey!” He called after you, chasing your laughter into the night. “You’re s’posed to be my attendant, don’t make fun of me!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, oh Great Mammon~”

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wepsi · 2 years

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"Guess I'll have to eat this cake off ya face MC Sheep-chan." Happy birthday Mammon!!! (I am so tired but wanted to finish this today)

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otromerubk · 1 year

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First post on this account. Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone ❤️‍🔥

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onceuponmyanime · 1 month

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Obey Me Brothers AESTHETIC

Lucifer

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callmecrayonn · 3 months

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saw this and thought of them the details were so hard

doyall remember this trend

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onlyacrazy-cat · 1 year

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obey me animatic!

Happy Valentine!

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yaemixi3 · 5 months

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(I found the picture on pinterest)

Obey Me! winter scenarios-part 1: Lucifer and Mammon

Context: You were bored, so you decided to go look for them

Its 10pm. You're sitting in your room, staring at the beautiful snow outside... finally, there hasn't been snow for a long time. Minutes pass by and the layers of snow grow thicker as the beautiful icy flakes flutter from the clouds to the floor, enchanting you, making you not able to look away from the simple beauty of winter. However, slowly you break away from this trance, and grow bored of watching the snow. You decide to go find one of the brothers.

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Lucifer

You walk out of your room and into the corridor. You pass by the twin's room, because Belphie is a little ill and asleep, and Beel is outside at the gym. You skip Asmo's room, he's in the middle of his skincare routine, and you tiptoe past Satan, who's in the library because he's too engrossed in the book he's reading, and you pass Levi's room because you can hear him screeching at Mammon for something. You decide to go to find Lucifer, who you were thinking of going to from the beginning anyway.

"Hey..." You knock on the door gently and wait for Lucifer to reply.

"...Hmm? MC, ...is there something you need...?" You hear Lucifer speak, with a slight hint tiredness in his voice

"Oh... um, you seem tired... I'll come back later..." You turn around, about to leave, before you hear the sound of light footsteps and then the sound of a lock clicking. Then a door opening slowly

"No... Now, tell me what you came here for" You turn around, the sound of Lucifer's voice slightly surprising you. He's standing in the doorway, leaning ever-so-slightly on the frame. He has a blank look on his face, and a curious look in his eye. You turn around and face him, and open your mouth to speak, but find that your voice is stuck in your throat.

"Has the cat got your tongue? What were you going to say?" Lucifer still has a blank look on his face, but the curiosity in his voice is subtle, but you can hear its there. You open your mouth once more to speak, successfully doing so "I was wondering if... we could go outside in the snow together"

You can see a slight look of surprise on Lucifer's face, but he quickly resumes his usual expression "You could not have chosen one of my brothers to go out with you? I'm sure they would be more than happy to go with you than I am" Even if Lucifer doesn't deny or accept your request, you can sense his reluctance. You hear a light sigh, before Lucifer speaks up again "I suppose I can entertain you for a while..." You see a small smile on Lucifers face.

"I guess I should get my coat then" You say, excitement laced in your voice "Yes, you should, I'll meet you outside the front door"Lucifer replies to you, you turn away and returnto your room, putting on a coat and then walking to the front door, where Lucifer is waiting for you. You look a bit surprised as you see Lucifer, who isnt wearing a coat, he's just in his usual outfit.

"Lucifer," You say in a worried tone "where is your coat?"Lucifer looks at you, unfazed by your worries "...I do not need one"You sigh.

"Lucifer, as absurd as it may seem, that's so irresponsible of you!" Lucifer looks at you with slight embarrassment, before turning and starting to walk away while saying something.

"Let's go, you wanted to go outside together in the snow, so let me take you somewhere" Lucifer continues to walk away, and you follow after him. You continue to walk together for some time in silence until you both stop in front of a small lake surrounded by beautiful trees with blue leaves

"Where are we...? I haven't been here before" You ask Lucifer, he turns around to face you, "You don't need to know that, my dear... all you need to know is that this is where we are now" You feel yourself flutter inside at his words, and the two of you walk to a bench and sit there, the hours pass by, and it is now midnight. You were chatting with Lucifer, when you noticed that he was shivering slightly and the end of his nose was slightly red. You take off your coat and place it over his shoulders

"...What are you doing?" Lucifer looks at you with slight embarrassment. His face was already red from the bitterness of the cold, but now it was laced with a light blush.

"You're cold... we should go home now." You press your lips onto his gently, before pulling back and standing up. Lucifer as clearly embarrassed, and looked away, then he stood up and looked back at you, with full composure. "That was the perfect segue for you, wasn't it?"

"Hehe" You giggle, "C'mon, let's go. Well, what are you waiting for?" You grab his hand and run off, dragging him with you.

Mammon

You grab your D.D.D and scroll through your contacts... who are you gonna text...? Mammon. You text him, asking if he wants to go out in the snow with you. He doesn't reply, but you do feel yourself getting dragged outside, a coat on your head, covering your face.

"I just knew ya were gonna text me!" You hear Mammon say. "The great Mammon will always be here when ya want him!" He keeps on dragging you for a long time, until the two of you are outside a nice little cafe. You put on your coat properly and look at Mammon.

"What are we doing here?" You ask mammon, a look of curiosity on your face, you asked if you could go out in the snow together, not go to a cafe and sit watching the snow. Mammon thinks about his wording, and then replies to your question.

"I thought we could get us a hot drink while we're out so we don' freeze up and join the frozen flies or whatever. Well, you'll be buyin' us the drinks cuz don' have my wallet and you do coz ya always are prepared for times like this- wait no you don' have ya wallet because I dragged ya out here with just ya coat!" You nod at him with a deadpanned expression, and walk into the cafe and order a drink. Mammon walks in after you and makes the drink an extra large and pays. You were curious why he made it extra large. So you ask him why, "Mammon, why did you make the drink extra large?" Mammon takes the drink that you ordered and takes your hand and walk out the cafe "B'cuz it's cheaper if we share than if we buy two drinks, plus it's romantic." You see him look away and blush, and you giggle a little. "Of course..." The two of you continue walking until you're outside the city and in the countryside, admiring the snow and jumping on slabs of ice

Mammon turns to look at you, the snoe landing on his hwad, making him look frosty. "Uhh. We may have walked a biiiiiit too far, but it's okay cuz I know where we are... I think. Either way, if we're lost Lucifer will come to our rescue because he loves ya- and me."

The snow falls around the two of you, and Mammon throws a snowball at you. "Let's play a game, if I win, ya kiss me, if you win, you get to decide what ya want, first one down loses" Mammon throws a snowball at you and runs tlo hide behind a tree stump, "Hehe, mammon. Don't expect to win against the expert of snowballs!" You throw two snowballs at him and run before he hits you back. The two of you continue your snowball fight and run around, giggling and laughing. Drinks discarded on the floor, hands gone pink from the snow, faces bitten red by the bitter cold.

You throw another snowball at him and he stumbles back, but he doesn't fall "Hehe, I'm not losing this one, MC!" He gets back up and throws as snowball directly at your head. You fall backwards, and by instinct, he runs to you an catches you just at the right time. One of his hands is on your back, and the other is on your waist. He pulls you back upright and looks at you. "Are ya okay? I'm sorry- HEY!" You giggle and throw a snowball at him, running away as he chases you. "Dammit MC!!!" He runs right behind you, about to throw a snowball, but then he stumbles over his laces and trips, landing face-flat into the soft snow. You walk to him and crouch down to his level "oof, the snow's cold as fu-" You tilt his head up by the chin and kiss him before pulling away. Mammon looks at you, surprised "h-HUH!? Why'd ya- But I lost?" You look at him and giggle "And I won, and my prize is to kiss you!" Mammons face is covered in blush and his mouth is hanging slightly open. "O-oh" He replies.

You stand up and hold out your hand. "That was fun, but it's time to go home, I doubt that being in wet and cold clothes from the snow is comfortable" Mammon takes your hand stands up. He then looks at you, still red like a white-haired tomato. "Ya right, it is uncomfortable. Let's go home!" He takes your hand and strides away, dragging you behind him. ...your trip home had a few detours... time to get more grimm.

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Okay, but I started writing at 7pm, it's currently 9:30 pm. That took me long af. Btw I'm sorry if Mammons had less details than Lucifer, I was focusing more on the fun and his personality than the romance and looks. Btw, if you're either confused or curious about why I used italics its because I'm used to reading italics as the paragraphs and normal text as the chat bc I've been on Character AI recently.

Btw thanks to my friends for the inspiration and motivation to keep writing

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hime-arts · 4 months

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Kith him now! Please 💛

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neodigital5 · 1 year

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fried shrimp mammon

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avatar-saiki · 1 year

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Greed's Possession

Mammon POV, 5.7k words

Warnings: ptsd, flashbacks, panic attack, spoilers for Nightbringer lessons 8-13 to 9-2 and information from the main Obey Me game

Summary: I just wanted to expand further on the premise of these lessons and information I learned from the main game. Seemed interesting to explore a defining moment in Mammon's life.

Ever since becoming one of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld, Mammon had taken a liking to wandering about the city nearest the House of Lamentation and checking out the shops along the street. There were so many things he’d never seen before, the Devildom was still a place he was getting used to, and with all the different gimmicks and gags it was like any day could be an adventure or opportunity to find something new.

He wasn’t about to try any new snacks though, not without someone else at his side. Winning one prize was enough to put him off the idea entirely.

But.

“Oh hello,” he stopped at the shop’s window and peered in closer. This shop seemed to specialize in jewelry and other little trinkets, bracelets and necklaces modeled on a few busts while rings glittered in glass cases nearest the window. So many jewels sparkling in a myriad of colors, but there was something in particular that caught his eye.

“Welcome,” a demon greeted him with a warm smile and raised a hand to beckon him inside, “I see you’ve a fine eye, would you care to come inside and admire our other wares?”

“O-Oh, uh…” He took a half step back, then caught himself. “Nah, I was just lookin’.”

The demon’s gaze drifted over him, her eyes sparkling not too unlike the jewelry he’d admired. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before, are you new to the area?”

��Ah… sorta…” He looked down the street, unsure what to-

Wait a second.

He turned to her again with a coy grin, “I’m surprised you haven’t heard of me already, I’m one of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld.”

“Oh… wow,” she mused, sufficiently impressed. “You mean you were among the demons that tamed the beast? I had no idea.”

“That’s right,” he said, placing a hand on his hip with pride. “I was the one who led the whole thing too, I’m known as the Great Mammon.”

“The Great Mammon,” she repeated in awe, clasping her hands together and gazing at him adoringly. “Wow~ it would be such an honor if you came in to admire some of my work. Would you please?”

“Ah…” He hesitated, but her eyes sparkled again. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to browse for a few minutes? “Yeah sure, I got time.”

“Oh thank you!” She said, stepping to his side and looping her arms around one of his. “Please do come in, I’d be happy to show you around. Do you have a preference in the jewelry you wear?”

“Not… really,” he said, following her inside and looking around at the pendants adorning the walls. Some of them felt… different. Some glittered, but others felt… darker.

“Whatever looks good,” he said, and she tittered.

“Understandable. Well~ come this way,” she said as she led him further in the back toward one of the display cases. Inside were a variety of smaller accessories: rings, arm bands, bracelets, and ear cuffs. “For those that prefer to adorn without being overly flashy, I recommend these.”

“Huh,” he leaned over the case, admiring the polished gold and silver. “Why’s this stuff in a case if it ain’t as fancy as the stuff out front?”

She giggled again and walked around to the other end, unlocking the back door and picking up the ring display to set it before him.

“Simple, these are my most prized works,” she said, picking up a golden ring. “You see, I had to pay a pretty penny for a demon of greed to curse these for me.”

“Curse?” he repeated, straightening immediately. “Wait, why’re you tryin’ to sell me something cursed? I don’t want any of that.”

She laughed and leaned on the display case, rolling the ring between her fingers to catch a glint of light. “Are you sure?”

“Very sure.”

“But you don’t even know what the curse is~”

“And I don’t need to know,” he said stubbornly. Last time he got chased by a giant snake from an ice cream stick, he didn’t even want to think about what sort of curses could be attached to rings. “Thanks anyway, but I’m gonna—”

“It’s cursed to boost your luck,” she said just as he’d turned to go, “when you wear it, you have a higher chance at success.”

That didn’t sound like a curse.

Skeptical, he said nothing but it hardly mattered, she was still admiring the ring as she spoke.

“But of course, as I’m sure you know nothing is free~ the luck has to come from somewhere.”

“So does it make me unlucky too?”

She laughed, “Oh of course not! The luck is stolen from those around you, isn’t that nice?”

He frowned, “No, not really.”

Her smile turned to his direction and she set the ring down on the glass. “You former angels are so amusing, you know?” He tensed, but she didn’t seem to notice as she picked up a silver ring and placed it next to the gold, “But if you’re so concerned, you could counter the curse with a second.”

Counter a curse? He hadn’t even considered that.

“What’s that one do?”

She tapped a manicured nail on the silver, “This curse redirects any negative effects of curses onto the wearer, so,” she shrugged, “in theory, if you were to wear both, rather than stealing luck from around you, you’d be stealing your own.”

“But then how would that make me lucky?”

She smiled and leaned further onto the display case, lacing her fingers together and gazing up at him through her lashes. “Well~ there’s no way to know which you is stolen from. It could be the you before me now, or the you from yesterday, or the you from tomorrow.” She closed her eyes, “It’s a mystery, but doesn’t that sound exciting?”

“Not…” He looked down at the rings, silver and gold sitting side by side.

“Not… really…”

“The curses only take effect when worn, and could be given to a foe if they don’t end up favoring you.”

But why would he want to give someone something cursed?

“I’d be happy to offer a deal if you want to purchase them together.”

Did he really need more luck? It wasn’t like… well… more luck could mean more good things happening in his future. Good things for him and his family.

“Can I take ‘em off if I don’t wanna wear them anymore?”

She seemed taken aback by the question, then nodded with an amused flick of her tail. “Of course~ I don’t enjoy the nasty curses others might, I prefer to use them like the accessories we already wear.”

Demons did have a lot of tricky ways of dealing with things…

“How much would you want for them?”

Her eyes sparkled again and she picked up the rings, “Mm… well, individually I’d sell the gold for 80,000 and the silver for 65,000, but if you bought them together…” She closed her eyes to do some quick math, then smiled at him. “I’d be willing to part with them for 140,000 Grimm.”

“140— I don’t have that kinda money!”

She looked surprised, then pouted. “But I thought you said you were one of the Rulers of the Underworld. Surely you have some money, don’t you?”

He shook his head and shrugged, “Even if I did, 5,000 isn’t much of a discount. That’s barely three percent off.”

Her mood soured a bit, and she began to put the rings away. “I didn’t realize the Great Mammon was such a cheapskate.”

“Now wait a second-” He reached for the case but she snapped it shut. “I ain’t a cheapskate!”

She gave him a dismissive nod and returned the rings to their display, locking the glass door once more. “Well, if you ever change your mind you’re always welcome back.”

“Not likely, your stuff’s way too expensive,” he muttered and she sighed, but the sweet smile returned once more.

“I can show you some of our uncursed items, they’re made with the same quality but allow a purchaser to imbue them with their own curses and spells instead.” She said, already walking around to lead him to another display.

That sounded better, but…

His eyes lingered on silver and gold.

“Make it twenty.”

“Pardon?”

Silver and gold.

“Twenty percent off, and I’ll take ‘em.”

She laughed, “Are you mad? I’m not giving you twenty off.”

“How about fifteen?”

She raised a brow, “You can’t be serious.”

“Well…” he tore his gaze away, making his way toward the door. “With prices that high I can’t imagine those kinds of rings go fast, do they? I’d be interested, but only if you knock it down a little more.”

She pursed her lips again, eyes sizing him up and not appearing as sparkly as before.

“I’ll give you twelve,” she finally said.

“Yeah?” Something about gaining the upper hand in this negotiation made him feel… good. “Well alright~ I’ll be back to—”

“But,” She stepped up to him and held up a finger, “the deal only lasts until the end of the month. If you can’t pay by then, I’ll find a new buyer.”

Something about that felt strange, like he didn’t want to lose out.

“Sure, that sounds fair,” he said easily, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Her eyebrow raised again, but she stepped back with a small nod. “I look forward to it, Great Mammon.”

And with that, he was freed. The captivation of her gaze left him and he stepped back out into the street, puzzled but… motivated too. If those rings really could help him, why not buy them? And if he couldn’t get enough money to buy them, it wouldn’t be a total loss.

But…

“Twelve percent would save me…” He tapped on his fingers, counting in his head. He hadn’t seen a lot of cursed jewelry before, so it was hard to go off market rate but if what she was selling really was legit then twelve percent off was nothing to sneeze at. Even if he didn’t end up using the rings for himself, maybe they could be useful for something else. He could even sell them again. The House of Lamentation was all old and creaky, more money would mean he’d be able to buy—

“That was impressive.”

He stopped and turned around, another demon standing behind him cloaked in black. Were they… talking to him?

“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone negotiate so easily with Cleo before,” they continued, “it was almost like her charms had no effect on you.”

“Charms? What charms?”

They chuckled, “Wow, you didn’t even notice? Your power must be vast.”

“I…” He looked around the streets, but other than this new guest no one seemed to pay him any mind. “Well yeah, of course it is. I’m the Great Mammon.”

“The Great Mammon?” They repeated, stopping to stand beside him. “One of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld? That Great Mammon?”

“Yeah,” he grinned, “Sounds like you’ve heard of me?”

They nodded, “Indeed I have, you’re making quite a name for yourself, you know. Not many were brave enough to even search for the beast let alone seek to tame it.”

“Ah… well…” This demon was suspicious, but if they knew of him how bad could they be? He put his hands on his hips, deciding to play coy. “It wasn’t really that big of a deal.”

“I disagree,” they said, “it takes great courage to face the ravenous beast of Cerberus. And to tame him so flawlessly? Remarkable.”

Okay, they definitely had their head on straight.

“Yeah? Well, y’know how it goes,” he flashed them a grin and pointed at himself with his thumb to his chest, “I gotta look out for my little brothers. Can’t let some overgrown pup mess with ‘em.”

They chuckled and nodded in agreement, “Indeed. I can’t help but wonder what the Devildom would be like with more demons like you around.”

That gave him pause.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh…” They shifted a bit, face still concealed within the cloak. “Well… you see, not many demons will go out of their way to aide another unless they benefit. It can be hard to find help if one isn’t strong enough to overcome a challenge on their own.”

Yeah, that was something he’d seen in the Celestial Realm too.

“S’there something you wanna ask me for?” He asked carefully.

They chuckled, “My, so shrewd. I can see why Cleo took a liking to you.”

“Wait,” He looked back toward the shop, “Cleo liked me?”

They laughed again, “Yes, of course she did.”

They’d said it so nonchalantly, like it was obvious, but why did it make him feel… good?

“It’s part of why I thought to approach you,” they continued, “I have a proposition for you.”

His guard went up, but he kept it cool. “Yeah? What do you have in mind?”

“Well…” They widened their stance a bit, “After striking such a deal, you’re in need of funds right? I have a job in mind that would be perfect for you.”

“A job huh?” he repeated, but his suspicion must’ve slipped out because they were quick to withdraw their D.D.D. from a hidden pocket.

“It’s not from me directly, but one I know will be difficult to fulfill,” they explained, showing him the listing on :D Jobs. “There’s been an evil spirit haunting the mausoleum in the graveyard just south of here, and the—”

“Wait, how much are they payin’ for that? What’s this thing?” He grabbed their D.D.D. to read. 100k Grimm just to go scare off some ghost? Easy! Easy money! He couldn’t help checking a few other listings, jobs lined up all offering Grimm for just about anything. He could make so much money so quick with this thing!

They cleared their throat and he realized his mistake. “Ah, my bad.” He handed them their D.D.D. with a sheepish smile. “Forgot myself there.”

“That’s alright,” they said, the device disappearing within their cloak. “I take it you’d be interested?”

“Yeah I’d be interested! Scarin’ off some ghost is nothin’ for me!”

They chuckled and nodded, “Yes, if you can tame Cerberus I imagine a mere spirit will be child’s play for you, Great Mammon.” They bowed their head and turned to depart. “If you’re truly interested, I suggest accepting the job on the app before another demon comes along to take it.”

Like hell he’d let that happen.

“Yeah, got it,” he said, already pulling out his own D.D.D. to download and accept the job. Easy money, and once he got a luck boost he could make even easier money. Then just imagine what sorts of things he could buy.

The little chime of a job accepted filled his heart with glee, and he turned on his heel to head back home. Casting out an evil spirit would be cake, but it might be good to prepare a bit before the job too seeing as how he didn’t know a whole lot about spirits to begin with.

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The graveyard was easy enough to find, and not even that far of a walk from the House of Lamentation. It was hard for him to consider that place a home yet, but it was… getting more familiar. Still not as fun as staying in the castle had been, but not ticking off Barbatos had its perks too.

“You guys comin’ or what?” he asked once he’d reached the gate, placing a hand on his hip as he turned to watch his younger brothers and the attendant hoof it up the path. “We haven’t even gotten in and you’re already calling it quits or what?”

Levi was the first to join him, tired and a little out of breath. “Shut… up… Mammon. Do you know how far we had to walk? Why didn’t you just drive us here?”

“Huh? How would I do that? Y’all wouldn’t even fit unless I stuffed you in the trunk.”

Levi scowled, “Why would I have to be in the trunk? Why not you?”

“Because it’s my car and I’m drivin’, genius.”

“Genius?” Levi scoffed, “Mocking my intelligence now? You sure you want to do that?”

“Yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?” He sneered back, “You think you—”

“Oh wow,” the attendant cut in, walking between them with their eyes fixed on the graveyard. “This place is huge.”

He shot a look at Levi, who flicked his tongue in return, then he turned on his heel to follow their gaze. They weren’t wrong, this place was massive. Tombstones stretched across the grounds as far as the eye could see, surrounded by a twisted iron fence that bordered the grounds. Trees long since dead sprouted in haphazard spaces between tombs, crows watching from their branches with dark eyes shining in the moonlight.

Another thing he’d noticed about this place with it always being night, everything looked so washed out and gray.

“Mm…” Asmo was the next to arrive, holding out a pamphlet and using the moon to read. “It says here we’re on the east side, and the mausoleum where all the past demon kings are laid to rest is…” he tilted his head slightly, reading more closely while the twins came up behind him. “Oh!” He pointed to a hill further in the distance, “Just on the other side of that hill over there.”

“What?” Levi slouched forward with a groan. “Hills? No one said anything about hiking up hills.”

“They’re not that steep, I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” the attendant said with a small smile his way, making his brother sputter a bit.

“Yeah see, this’ll be a piece of cake,” he said, reaching out to unlock the gate. “We’ll just go in, get rid of the spirit, and get out.”

Beel hummed and stepped around him to push the gate open further, “Do you think we could stop for some cake after we’re done? I’ve heard of a few cafes that sound really good.”

“Cake sounds fun,” Belphie said, skirting around them to enter the graveyard first, “But if you think I’m going to walk around this place all night, sorry to disappoint,” he stopped at the first raised grave and climbed on top of it. “You can have your fun, just wake me up when you’re ready to leave.”

“Belphie-!”

His youngest brother curled up on the tomb with his tail draped over the side, crows cawing up above his head.

“You can’t just- that’s the cover of a TOMB, Belphie!”

He’d started to make his way toward him, but the attendant looked up at him in surprise.

“You’re really not scared?”

“No?” What kind of question was that? “Why would I be?”

One of the crows took flight and swooped down, diving toward Levi before rising up and flying off into the night.

Of which, of course, Levi did not appreciate.

“Th-this place gives me the creeps,” he said, slinking closer to the group while his eyes darted around. “Wh-Why don’t you go on without me a-and I’ll stay here and play games instead?”

“Tch,” he strode into the graveyard, feeling a little smug. “You guys worry too much, but you can relax, your big brother’ll protect ya.” He flashed the attendant a grin, “Just watch, I’ll take out that evil spirit like it’s nothing.”

“Belphie, look at this,” Beel hadn’t listened to anything he’d said, more focused on his twin who was dozing atop the tomb while he knelt below to inspect the carvings along the side. “I don’t recognize this writing… maybe it’s not a Devildom script?”

“Mm… sounds great,” Belphie murmured without opening up his eyes.

“Yeah, real great. Now can we get back to—”

“Wait!” Levi pushed passed him, suddenly excited. “I know this! It’s an ancient Devildom writing style! It’s not in use anymore.”

“What?” Asmo looked at him in disbelief. “Levi, that’s amazing! When did you learn to recognize ancient Devildom writing?”

“Impressed?” Levi puffed out his chest and struck it with his fist, proud. “I studied pretty much every writing style that’s likely to show up in games and stuff like this! You know, so I’d be prepared!”

“Ooh!” Asmo cupped a hand on his cheek, smiling bright. “Levi, we’re so lucky you’re here!”

“Yeah! Except…” He deflated a little and glanced away, “I… can’t actually read any of it.”

“What?! Ugh, Levi you’re useless!”

Mammon rolled his eyes, “Alright, we’re gettin’ a little off track. Why don’t we head further in?”

“But aren’t you curious about what it says?” Asmo asked and he sighed.

“Well, I guess it means the tombs in this area are from way, way back when…” He looked at his brothers, even Belphie’d opened his eyes again to watch him. So they were curious about this place. He glanced at the markers, but couldn’t read any of the script either. Then he remembered they had a demon with them.

“Hey,” he looked to the attendant, “you should be able to read this, right?”

“Me?” They looked up at him in surprise.

“Right, yeah.” Beel stood up, “We’re new here, but you were born and raised in the Devildom. Surely you know what it says, right?”

“Yes… I’m so curious to know…” Belphie said, and if Mammon had to guess he almost sounded a little sarcastic.

“Um, well I can try…” they said, walking over to squat down near the tomb. “Some of it’s old and worn away, but…” They brushed away some debris, “Oh, I can read this!”

“Why do you sound surprised by that?” Belphie asked, and they gave him a sheepish smile.

“Just thought it’d be too worn down. Let’s see… it says…”

“Adam.”

Adam.

A…dam…

When?

Who?

‘I won’t take too much of your time.’

Where?

‘I have to find my lost love.’

Who?

‘Please don’t struggle, it makes it harder for both of us.’

Where-

Where… was…

Where was he?

Nothing.

He could see nothing.

But.

But he wasn’t-

Where had he been?

Where?

Belphie’s tired smile slid across his mind and he reached out to grab it but-

No hands.

Arms can’t move.

But…

They are.

Without him.

His body… was…

Asmo’s expression crossed his mind, his face twisted with a look of regret.

Not again.

Please-

Visions faded to black and he reached for his chest with arms that wouldn’t move, inhaling with lungs that wouldn’t breathe.

His body…

Wouldn’t respond…

Not mine.

It moved of its own accord, nonphysical sensations of the breeze in his hair and an embrace he couldn’t feel.

Were these… real?

Was he…?

Panic welled up in his chest, aching, crying, begging to be let out.

But there was no sound.

Please.

‘I can’t let you go, not until I’ve found my love.’

Please.

Love.

Lost… love…

Tears burned in eyes that could longer see, the darkness unyielding.

Lost…

Love…

Love.

Love?

She’d stood before them, so brave and unashamed.

For love, she’d said.

Nothing could be greater.

But…

Love hurt.

So much fighting.

So much anger.

So much regret.

He’d wanted… to help her.

To protect her.

Keep her safe.

Help her.

But he didn’t know, didn’t find out until it was too late.

He’d swooped in to protect her without fear, his regal white wings spread out to shield her. No fear, only protect.

Help.

His throat swelled and he cried out into the dark.

Scared.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t think.

Don’t take her.

This wasn’t what he wanted, why did Michael…?

Lucifer.

Help.

Terror seized his heart, squeezing tighter.

Take me with you.

This wasn’t right. Wasn’t what he wanted. What he wanted…

What he wanted…

Lilith.

Don’t go without me.

‘Don’t panic, if you panic I won’t be able to let you go.’

Let go.

Vertigo set in and he heaved a sickness that didn’t exist, the tightness in his chest coiling tighter. Nothing. There was nothing here. Nothing.

Alone.

Was this… all that was left?

He tried to call out, wanting to find comfort in the reverberations of his own voice in his throat but.

Nothing.

Silence.

Just like…

Weak.

‘Just hold on, I can’t focus on you. Finding my love is what matters to me.’

That word again.

Love.

Love…

Finding… love…

Love… hurts.

Don’t want… love.

Love is…

Pain.

Don’t want.

Pain.

Lucifer.

Help.

Scared.

Lucifer.

Help.

Hurts.

It hurts.

Why does it hurt.

Lucifer.

Help.

Don’t want to lose…

But… did it even matter what he wanted?

No one listened.

No one cared.

He couldn’t feel his body, wasn’t aware of if or when it moved. Head light, breath held he… followed… Lucifer…

Lucifer… would help… keep her safe…

Lucifer… would know… what to do…

It’d be okay, everything would be okay.

Lucifer knew. Just had to talk to Michael and Father, it’d be okay. Lilith, his family…

It’d be okay.

Okay.

Safe.

But… it-

Hurt.

Hurts.

Why does it hurt?

Can’t… breathe… hurts too… much.

Head… so dizzy…

Tired… so tired…

And… sad.

Grief plunged into his chest and gripped his heart, its subtle whispers tickling his ear, begging him to let go. Just let go… the pain would disappear… if he just…

Let…

Go…

He coughed, throat dry and tongue swollen. Thirsty. He was so thirsty. Someone…

Need…

Water…

A cup was touched to his lips, a liquid hot and bitter poured into his mouth. It scalded his tongue, the acrid taste making him wish he could vomit if only his body would respond. But the pain… eased…

Voices… were… somewhere…

Can’t… understand…

Can’t… see…

Fuzzy…

Wings… not like before… swallowing light, feathers tattered and frayed.

But those eyes… so red.

Lucifer.

Still… Lucifer…

But… confusing too…

Red eyes were… wet.

Tears?

Why?

Why crying?

Can’t… move.

Can’t… hug back…

Don’t cry, Lucifer.

It doesn’t hurt.

Not scared.

“I’m sorry, Mammon.”

Sorry? Why?

Why so broken?

“It’s all my fault.”

How?

“I wasn’t… I… I couldn’t…”

Tongue too thick.

Can’t speak.

Don’t cry.

“I wasn’t strong enough.”

Lucifer.

Touch his face.

Red.

Sorry.

Red.

Tried to… help…

Don’t want… to see cry…

More red.

Lucifer’s face was all he could see, his brother… saying something to him. What?

“Mammon, don’t you die on me now! Stay with us!”

Stay.

What does… that mean?

To stay…

Stay.

It’s a nice word. Feels nice.

Want to… stay.

Stay…

His heart seized again, jarring him.

No.

No no no.

Not again.

Losing feeling… again…

Don’t want to die.

Want to stay.

Lucifer.

Help.

Want to stay.

Don’t want to die.

But it’s dark.

So dark.

Can’t… feel…

Can’t… move…

Don’t want to die.

Want to stay.

The ache in his chest broke in a silent wail, the agony of his lost family crying out into the void.

Want to stay.

Please.

Stay.

Together.

Stay.

Want.

Together.

That’s all…

Please.

The air compressed further, squeezing every last breath from his lungs.

Fading.

Everything felt…

So far away…

Please.

Don’t want…

An abrupt rush of air filled his lungs and he doubled over, bracing his hands on his knees and gulping in a breath. His brothers voices filled his ears, only interrupted by the occasional caw of a distant crow. His shadow cast across the ground, stretched across the stony path with a menacing flair. The moonlight was… so bright…

“Wait… hold on… am I back to normal?” he said under his breath, too afraid to look at his hands and instead watching his arms move from his shadow.

“Oh, Mammon, good morning,” Levi leered.

He scowled and stood up straighter, only wobbling a little as lightheadedness lingered while Asmo tittered.

“Aww, so you’re back to your old self? Too bad… you were so much cuter as Adam…”

“Tch,” He shook his head, trying to get his thoughts to clear. What… what was that? “that sad wimp of a human thinks he can take over MY body? Son of a…”

“Hey, how about that!” Asmo turned to the group, “He actually remembers what happened!”

“Are you okay?” The attendant asked, coming to his side. “Are you hurt?”

“Dammit!” He kicked a stone, sending it skittering down the path. Anger. Frustration. Those were easier to latch onto right now.

Can’t show weakness.

“It was like no matter how loud I yelled, no one could hear me.” He said a little quieter, a little glad everyone else had already moved on, mostly making fun of him but at least the attendant was there to listen. He relaxed a little and put a hand on his hip, finding stability in the sensation of his own touch. “It felt… horrible…”

“I can imagine… do you want to head back now?” They asked, stepping a little closer, “Or do you need to sit for a minute?”

“RIP, looks like this night’s been a waste anyway. Way to go getting possessed, Mammon.”

“Ugh, I know right? And whatever the attendant did was cool but I’m so drained now.”

“I know what you mean, I feel a little less solid now. I’d better eat something to make up for what I lost.”

“My head just hurts.”

Mammon watched them all start to wander down the path, but he… couldn’t move.

They were all walking away.

“You sure you’re okay?” they asked again.

Leaving him behind.

“Wh… hey, wait!” Panic set in and he trotted after them, “You can’t walk away and leave me in a place like this!”

Asmo glanced back, “What? I thought you weren’t afraid?”

He stopped. Crap. He was their older brother. He was supposed to be brave, to protect them.

Don’t show weakness.

“‘C-Course I ain’t afraid!” He said, feeling an uneasy chill crawl up his back at the memory of Adam’s touch on his soul.

“Uh huh,” Levi gave him a disapproving look. “You say that, but everyone can see you’re holding their hand for dear life. Let go… now.”

Holding hands? Since when?

He looked down to see he was in fact holding hands with the attendant, and they looked up at him with a… soft smile, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“It’s okay,” they whispered, “I don’t mind.”

Asmo gasped and turned to skip down the path, “I can’t believe it! You, a demon, are actually afraid of a graveyard?”

“Sh-Shaddup!”

Belphie chuckled, meandering after him. “I guess being possessed must’ve changed him? Looks like I’ve found something I can use against him now…”

Beel followed suit, glancing down at his twin. “Belphie, why do you look so evil…?”

“Mm?”

They were all… so happy.

Laughing.

Walking together.

Together.

Another squeeze of his hand snapped him back to reality.

“Ready to go?” They asked with a slight tilt of their head.

“Y… yeah,” He looked up at the sky and took in a deep breath, wishing his eyes would stop stinging.

This demon…

This demon was able to stop the possession and send the spirit away. How was that even possible? He didn’t even know spirits could possess his body.

The realization made him feel uneasy, and he squeezed their hand tight, the walk home nothing but a blur.

No control.

Just like before.

He’d had no control.

Only this time it was different.

But… was it?

He hadn’t been strong enough to do something… anything in the Celestial Realm. Now here in the Devildom, no one knew what to expect. What to do, how things could be. Most of what Diavolo and Lucifer were planning was discussed between them, a lot of conversations happening without his input.

Was it… because he wasn’t…?

“Well it’s been fun, but it’s time for me to take a nice hot shower to get all this grave dirt off my skin.” Asmo said with a cheerful hum, already heading up the stairs once they’d made it inside.

“My head still hurts,” Belphie said, holding his temple. “I’m just going to go to bed early.”

“I’ll join you in a bit,” Beel said, parting ways to head toward the kitchen. “I need a snack first.”

“Yeah well what I need is for Mammon to quit acting all clingy with the attendant.” Levi grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets and shooting a pointed look at the two of them.

“Why~?” Asmo stopped atop the stairs, “You jealous?”

“N-No!” Levi sputtered, “It’s just- It’s just weird okay?”

Hearing them all brought… comfort.

He felt himself slowly start to relax, the laughter and voices surrounding him making it easier to breathe. Making it feel… normal.

“I don’t mind holding his hand a little longer,” they said, looking up at him with eyes that… sparkled… so nice and pretty. “In fact… if you want, I do still have some free time if you want to hang out?”

He blinked, the warmth of the House of… home, finally settling in.

“Yeah…” he said a little dazedly, letting go of their hand to walk up the stairs. “Sure, I don’t mind. I know how much you enjoy hangin’ out with me.”

“Do you want to watch a movie or play a quick game of pool?”

“Whatever’s fine,” he said easily, so easily, his voice so level and calm. That, at least, was something he could do.

Until he was stronger.

Hide his weakness.

He turned on his heel and flashed them a grin, “You wanna play 8 ball or 9?”

“Either,” they said, meeting his smile with ease. “I’m not that good at either so you’ll probably win.”

“Ah, don’t say that,” he said, turning back to open the door to his room. “I’ll teach ya.”

“Really?” They sounded so excited, “Awesome! Thanks, Mammon!”

“Mm,” he hummed, shutting the door behind him and watching them set up the game without truly seeing.

This was… home now.

Home where-

Lilith.

He felt the tightness rise in his chest again, stealing his breath and making his knees weak. The attendant, either considerate or oblivious, busied themselves with racking the balls and putting the triangle away.

He could get stronger here.

He would get stronger here.

He couldn’t risk losing again.

Not again.

No matter what, he had to make sure.

Do everything and anything he had to to keep them.

Keep them and make sure they stayed alive.

#obey me mammon #obeymemammon #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obeymeshallwedate #fan fic #angst

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