MDNI: Contains some stories of the demon brothers in their earlier days in the Devildom, and their preferred debauchery that shaped itself after meeting you.
Warning for mentions of demon-on-demon violence, and various kinks (like blood for Satan) for all brothers. Do proceed with caution!
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Lucifer
🦚 Since he had no obligation to remain pure and abstinent, he did dip his toes into the spectrum of sin just to see what he liked and didn’t like. He only had willing partners after he and his brothers were dubbed as the Seven Rulers of Devildom.
🦚 He was meticulous in studying sex and kinks by the book, though practical application took time naturally. His hookups tended to be lower-ranking demons since he found them less of a threat, though to their credit, they helped him improve in terms of kinks.
🦚 Lucifer cut his hookup phase abruptly short when he started receiving blackmails and threats— not only regarding him but his siblings. He took out who he’d eventually discover as members of an aristocratic family and it eventually led to the evisceration of the whole house. Barbatos helped him with this. The House of the Lords doesn’t undermine Lucifer for this exact reason.
🦚 Unironically hooked up with Diavolo if only for de-stressing and because ultimately his friend was the only one he felt safe enough to do it with. Still this wasn’t a frequent arrangement given their conflicting preferences in bed.
🦚 He would rather get speared by an actual spear than be a full-time bottom. Lucifer is too proud to even be a power sub.
🦚 Eventually came out as demisexual, bless him
🦚 Don’t let him fool you though, he’s freak #2 in the whole family. In fact, you opened the Pandora’s box of his millennia’s worth of pent up horniness so good job!
🦚 The only reason he would sub for you is because he’s fully aware you can’t and won’t really do shit— ergo, he feels the safest. You cemented that fact when you had him and his brothers in your hands and all you ever did was stop fights.
🦚 Safety is the biggest turn-on for him. “Oh we don’t have to do that if you don’t want to, Lu!” Is that so? Well now he does.
🦚 Constantly checks in to make sure you’re comfortable with what he’s doing, and he’s effortlessly good at getting you both back into the mood anyway
🦚 Unsurprisingly into BDSM and has all the types of bondage memorized. Also a big fan of blindfolding YOU and teasing.
🦚 Is a fucking sadist beyond punishing his younger brother for starting a pyramid scheme— a massive edger, this one.
🦚 Once tied your legs to the armrests of his chair and cockwarmed you without any remorse. It was worth it though, he got to see you try to keep it together only to beg anyway.
🦚 He has no problems tying you up and blindfolding you and making you think he left the room if you got too bratty
🦚 In the right circumstances, Lucifer would also very much enjoy exhibitionism if he was fueled by petty spite
🦚 LOVES when you tug on his hair, and getting scratched, it means he’s doing a good job, and he personally finds it a better badge of honor to have on his back than his wings
🦚 On that note, Lucifer can keep a straight-face even when he’s receiving the most majestic head of his life. He is not above debauchery under his desk.
🦚 Surprisingly indifferent at the concept of nudes; he pretty much prefers calling if he really needs to get off and you two can’t do it at the moment.
🦚 Loves leaving hickeys and love bites, but very particular about receiving any. As long as it’s not in places where everyone else can see, it’s fine.
🦚 It’s practically impossible to have Lucifer tutor you without it turning kinky, he’s whipped you for getting answers wrong to a questionnaire. He was also aware that the only way to get a quiz perfectly wrong was if you knew what the correct answers were.
🦚 He has permitted you to take pictures of him with his dress shirts disheveled, or him simply with his glasses on. Lucifer doesn’t get it but he’s nothing if not supportive.
🦚 Lucifer is always prepared for aftercare, and keeps a nice stash of ointments and a good bit of healing magic to massage the soreness away. Baths with him are always intimate and he loves the cool and quiet blanketing you both.
🦚 He didn’t expect you to massage him in turn, but now it’s one of his favorite joys.
🦚 He always made sure to have extra pajamas for you but gave up since you kept insisting on stealing his shirts.
Mammon
🐦⬛ He may be Boyfailure of the Year for 500 consecutive years to the rest of the family but to the good chunk of Devildom populace, Mammon’s swagger often lulled people in. Mind you, he was also a model.
🐦⬛ His hookups often varied from people at the casino, or the Fall, or the various humans that managed to summon him.
🐦⬛ Humans have tried to trap him into a pact only to wake up the next day with all their cash and jewelry gone. Lowkey this was more fun for him than the actual sex itself.
🐦⬛ Mammon never stuck around until morning and admittedly avoided aftercare during this phase of his life. Something about sharing intimacy only to be strangers the next day, really rubbed him wrong— like a wall actively blocking that greedy nature. It felt lonely and it was hard to not see it as a ruse.
🐦⬛ Mammon was only ever into being dominated when you came along, anyone else and it’s either a threat or an insult to him.
🐦⬛ Doesn’t really like elaborate BDSM due to the nature of his punishments, but bro is a massive slut for having his hands tied up. Have your way with him, make him put up a fight only to squash it, he’ll never be caught saying it but he LOVES it.
🐦⬛ Mammon finds great pleasure in being able to see it all up close, so he loves being straddled. Cowgirl positions or missionary all the way for this man but he’s also a fan of the traditional doggy.
🐦⬛ If he only could record that look on your face while you’re tormenting him. Honestly even in nonsexual context, he thinks your pointed looks and glares border on terrifying and sexy.
🐦⬛ Has a massive praise kink, to no one’s surprise. Tell him he’s doing good, that he feels perfect, beg for him, tell him he’s all you ever wanted and needed, he can’t get enough of hearing his name wisping out of your lips.
🐦⬛ Mammon can seem petulant when you deny him his orgasm, because whaddya do that for?! He was so close! Oh but he was built to be put through the wringer, and when you finally allow him, the deluge is all worth it. He’d have so much to give you.
🐦⬛ Beyond embodying greed, Mammon is also proud to exhibit yours. He’ll fawn if you went out there with his hickeys and love bites on display, but if nothing else, he’s not shy about showing yours.
🐦⬛ Mammon isn’t just the fastest in terms of running, he has the stamina for ramming into you until you’re incoherent. Womb marks are put in place so he doesn’t put your lower body in a blender.
🐦⬛ The worst part is he’s VERY aware that you’re into that very aspect of him and he’s learned to deny YOU of it when you’re getting a little too mouthy.
🐦⬛ King of quickies for that reason btw
🐦⬛ He’s on record for fucking you in his car, on the hood, literally any time you two decide to take a drive only to stop in the middle of nowhere.
🐦⬛ Loves recording during sex and receiving nudes, best believe he puts it all in a highly encrypted storage and will kill anyone trying to swipe it from him.
🐦⬛ PLEASE take nudes with golden jewelry and gems on you. He thinks it’s hotter than lingerie.
🐦⬛ The nudes you get from him are beyond sublime given his modeling skills, not to mention NIPPLE PIERCINGS
🐦⬛ Your safe word is “debt,” btw.
🐦⬛ Mammon is an absolute softie in aftercare, even though it was a learning curve the first time you two had sex. There’s a soft trade of tired kisses while he’s slowly easing out of you.
🐦⬛ He’s the kind of dude that will insist to get things you may need when his legs are too wobbly for him to even stand.
🐦⬛ Discovering aftercare cuddles was like inventing sliced bread itself. Whispering sweet nothings and affirming your love for each other remind Mammon that he doesn’t have to leave before morning, and that he won’t be waking up alone.
Leviathan
🪼 With all due respect even the Greeks fucked each other, much less a navy admiral with only his troops as company during wartime.
🪼 The thing is, Levi had a phase of being the dominant top which became incredibly boring quickly since it was what many of his colleagues and subordinates expected from him.
🪼 One of his generals flipped him and took command— it changed his entire fucking life and it stuck with him even after he was off-duty and became an otaku.
🪼 His doctor/patient kink started pretty much when he had to get treated by the navy medic. This was something he, of course, didn’t act on given the situation at hand but it was something that stuck in his mind even after both realms agreed to a truce.
🪼 Has two dicks because he deserves it
🪼Has a tentacle kink which will never see the light of day
🪼 Ever since he got into anime, there was a long period of time where he genuinely couldn’t get off to real people porn. It was either hentai or nothing.
🪼 Usually relied on toys because of his apparent allergy to other people. He has an array of fleshlights and questionably shaped phallic objects.
🪼Asmo tried to hook him up with a cosplayer only for him to leave midway because they yanked at his costume and tore the shoulder padding. He was mad about having to fix it and never accepted recommendations from his little brother again.
🪼 Genuinely could only bypass all this by how enamored he was with you. He’ll spend 10 hours fixing costumes without a complaint because it’s the least he could do after you graced a yucky otaku like him with your body! (His words)
🪼 Gotta be gentle with him the first few times having sex though— tell him he’s doing a good job, that pausing is okay, kiss his tears away and let him ease back into it. He’ll feel better over time.
🪼 Also loves being straddled, ridden, or fucked missionary into the mattress— mostly because he thinks he’s hot if you did away with him, the other reason being he gets front row seat to you
🪼 Loves mutual nipple play. Levi’s aquatic biology means it can get pretty slimy when he’s flicking and pressing his tongue on your nubs, and he personally enjoys the view of his tail squeezing your breasts and/or ass (he will ask to take a picture)
🪼 On his end, he just enjoys being teased on that part of his body of course. Even better if you play a little rough and bite at his pecks or tug at his nubs.
🪼Suck his dick while tit-fucking the other, please 🙏 He’s going to try and stammer out a plea to take a picture or a video
🪼 Levi wants to be used, and to be reminded of how lowly and pathetic he is while you’re at it. He’ll make a sticky mess on the floor and you’ll tut in disappointment only for him to make it messier.
🪼 Loves that moment during overstimulation when you tell him how absolutely adorable and pathetic he looks with his tears
🪼 Those black spots on his shoulder and neck are very sensitive, feel free to suck on them and bite.
🪼 BATH TUB SEX AND HIS LIFE IS YOURS
🪼 You almost gave him a heart attack when you tried to take in both in one hole and he had to clumsily get his bearings together to get a womb mark going
🪼 Aftercare is usually a lot of snuggling and hand-holding since it grounds Levi from cloud 9, but to his credit he’s always prepared. He has water, electrolytes, and some food along with fruit in his mini-fridge for you. Plus, his scales feel so cool and comforting on sore skin.
🪼 He may enjoy degrading in bed but in aftercare this is when praise and affirmation is the most vital. Kiss his tears away, tell him he was wonderful, it makes his heart swell. Doing right by you still took precedence after all.
Satan
🐈 He genuinely thought he was ace for the longest time because he literally couldn’t feel any attraction towards anyone.
🐈 Satan is on record for killing denizens and humans who tried to throw themselves at him.
🐈 He did hook up with Solomon and it had less to do with being attracted and more so, “If I had to pick someone to do it with, it would be him.”
🐈 Mostly relieved himself with the debauchery he’d read in explicit novels. Satan absolutely loves reading sex described with flowery prose and detailed passion.
🐈 Suffice to say he had the lowest libido and sexual footprint compared to the rest of the brothers, another Pandora’s box that only busted open when he met you.
🐈 You haunted his mind every time he read anything remotely suggestive and he knew he was absolutely done for.
🐈 Satan is the kind who learns and applies rather quick, even if sex with him started off pretty vanilla at first. He was determined to learn how to move his hips, even watching guides to do so without shame.
🐈 Has the unfair skill of making you horny just by writing poetic debauchery about both of you
🐈 Shameless enough to enjoy being straddled, and having sex semi-publicly because he finds it thrilling to try and not be caught. Mostly, he knows you two won’t be, but it’s exciting to him to succeed.
🐈 Always appreciates quiet trades of sweet nothings and values the moments where you make each other laugh, even the times when you tease him and surprise him with a little boldness.
🐈 Everybody gangsta till he needs an outlet for all that anger AND he’s in his demon form
🐈 Uses the ridges of his tail to tease the folds or the rim while he’s sprawling you out. That entire appendage is mostly used to keep your legs apart and it has a damn firm grip when you inevitably start squirming.
🐈 He’s addicted to the various ways your voice curls when you cry his name, that it’s cute when you’re a blubbering mess who can’t muster words at all. Where oh where did his eloquent and intelligent (Y/N) go?
🐈 LOVES trading bites and hickeys, the pain absolutely surges him on.
🐈 Unsurprisingly thinks it’s hot when you draw blood on him. He’d never hurt you but the worst you can do to him doesn’t really do any real damage to him.
🐈 His eyes are so transfixed when you lick his blood off your fingertips and now he wants nothing more than to ruin you so you draw more out of him
🐈 Claw marks on your calves and his grip is so firm he leaves fingerprints on your waist afterwards
🐈 Womb mark in place for safety, and even when he’s practically growling he will always check on you via stoplights
🐈 Wear those cat ears AT YOUR DISCRETION
🐈 You’re both on record for breaking furniture in the heat of the moment because Satan has the pelvic power of a fucking jackhammer
🐈 Always signals that he’s about to cum with a bite to your neck or shoulder
🐈 Satan always feels a little bit of guilt when his demon form dissipates and he calms down, but he always makes for it in aftercare. He washes you up for you, and massages your lower body with some balm, and ensures you’re in something comfortable before tucking you in.
🐈 Has the biggest smile on his face when you insist to wear his sweater or band shirts to bed.
🐈 Will absolutely fawn over you pressing soft kisses to his bruises and wounds as part of his aftercare
Asmodeus
💋 Asmo may have been the jewel of the heavens, but it always felt more like being displayed to be briefly acknowledged. Going down to the human world and seeing how physical adoration got, definitely intrigued him.
💋 When the Seven Rulers were declared, it drew in a certain level of intrigue that led Asmo from beyond dates and hookups to even literal dungeons— though he’ll have to admit people were awfully kind to walk him through things when he was relatively new to it.
💋 Asmo sampled orgies like they were buffets and he was Beel. Beyond the kinks and the excitement, it became his way of integrating into demon society and learning all about what lust looked like for every individual he came across.
💋 Asmo had a brief history of bringing hookups at home which ended because every single brother almost took them out. Satan and Beel actually succeeded and Lucifer was getting pissed.
💋 He once spent a night with an incubus… and the incubus tapped out first.
💋 The moment you’re alone with him, you really just have to ask yourself. Is he stuck with you? Or are you stuck with him?
💋 Asmo doesn’t necessarily need you to be a freak, because you’re exciting to him either way. It’s adorable that you want to impress him, which you should! But no matter what, he would make sure the experience is just as pleasant for you anyway.
💋 It’s easier to list what ISN’T on his kink list, so his focus would be indulging yours.
💋 Asmo is very thorough with foreplay, he’s slow and deliberate when he’s kissing up your chest, up to your neck the your jaw, whispering how cute you were and teasing about how you weren’t hiding how excited you were.
💋 Even the way he runs his palms on your inner thighs, your waist, is so tantalizingly slow. He wants you to savor the moment even the main event is the funnest part. You two will get there.
💋 His voice is so sweet that he effortlessly switches from degrading to praise, depending on what flavor you wanted for the day. Asmo has such an effective way of riling you up by merely huffing and pouting well enough.
💋 King of verses and switches, by the way.
💋 Dainty as he may appear, Asmo can demand more from you when he wants it. He has a whole array of toys to keep you aroused but far from cumming, whether that be a vibrator or a luxurious little cock ring.
💋 Will actually make you orgasm when he’s eating you out or sucking you off so he can bank off the sensitivity you’ll have for the main event. Don’t worry, he can take the pain away.
💋 Loves fucking with a huge mirror in the room, and regardless on who’s bottoming, he’ll enjoy your debauched face or his in the reflection. No looking away now~!
💋 If you’re topping, be sure to tell him how beautiful he is, and how perfect he feels. He’ll preen into your hands especially if he’s grown disheveled from everything. Even if you forget because of how wonderful it feels, Asmo is likely to find it in your expression anyway.
💋 Your being human meant that you’d be wrung out faster than Asmo, but he always did find great joy in being able to wash you down. His tub is constantly ready for a bath, and he made sure to scent it with oils he knows you like.
💋 Aftercare often involves a quiet trade of soft kisses while Asmo digs his fingers in your scalp, plus a few more on the exposed part of your torso above the waterline. When you do the same for him, it brings about this happy, giddy little smile on his face.
💋 Silk pajamas only so it’s gentle on your skin and you can both get cozy— after you change the sheets of course.
Beelzebub
🌅 Sleeper agent #1, because you were absolutely certain that Beel would be a big vanilla baby until he pinned you.
🌅 Beel wasn’t the kind to seek out hookups, but he sometimes accepted the offers. Sometimes being the pillar of the family got to him, plus mourning Lilith, he simply needed some distractions, though most of the time he will keep to himself and cope by eating or spending time with family.
🌅 When his being a Ruler was made known to the Devildom, this did attract both good and bad attention. Some of Beel’s hookups were people trying to get a leverage and well… He can eat anything after all.
🌅 Beel never really cared for labels, but he felt genuine attraction when you came along. Satan told him he might be demisexual as well, but Beel said “I’m attracted to (Y/N) only..”
🌅 Beel was fully aware of his physique and his size down there, so he made sure to be extra gentle when you two started to get intimate. Sometimes he was so hesitant that you figured, he thought he was going to break you if he so much as breathed.
🌅 He’d pause every few minutes just to check that you were still good, even though the most he was doing was kiss you with tongue and run his palms on your calves. You told him about safe words and he kept it in mind from there on out.
🌅 Beel put his hands on your stomach and it dawned upon him how little you were compared to him, and… something about that really allured him. Like he’d only need to do so little to take you the and there, make sure you weren’t so shy about wanting to feel good.
🌅 Honestly he was confused by the idea of suckling on your nipples and kept doing so while looking unsure.. Until you offered to put cream on it and he started sucking and licking like he just finished a bowl of ice cream and wanted to clean the edges.
🌅 Oh so sex and food can go together? That was definitely a rabbit hole he was going to fling himself into.
🌅 Womb mark necessary because Beel is the exception to the “big body, small dick” rule. His dick was literally bulging through your abdomen.
🌅 Beel became a massive fan of lifting you up and fucking you, or simply caging you with his arms and he enjoyed how much you wriggled in his grasp when the pleasure kept hitting. He was always a firm believer in people’s potential, and how much you could take him fell under that.
🌅 He grew to love positions like the full nelson or pressing you against the wall to fuck you, especially in the shower or the shower rooms after Fangol practices and matches.
🌅 This entirely depends on whether you’d be into it or not, but he’s in favor of the idea of a threesome with Belphie.
🌅 Beel being Beel, he saw your hole stuffed full and his immediate thought was how it resembled a cream filled donut. You kept calling to him only for him to hunker down and get between your legs.
🌅 He ultimately didn’t even care that he wasn’t hit by the sweetness of the pastry, and him fervently mouthing at your core had you gripping on your pillow for dear life. You had the wherewithal to let him keep going though but he was sheepish and apologetic afterwards.
🌅 That incident did also teach you that Beel gets riled up during oral the more you gripped at his hair or pulled him by the horn.
🌅 Beel remains dutiful especially in aftercare considering you‘re always practically a limb noodle when you both finish. He always has electrolytes and fruit ready for you, and always insists to change the sheets while you catch your breath.
🌅 He’s a massive teddy bear with all the cuddles to give, and he always lets you know he loves you and is always grateful for any chance to be intimate with you.
Belphegor
🌌Sleeper agent #2 AND freak #3 in the family, do NOT fall for the soft cutiepatootie thing he has going on (twice)
🌌 Just like Beel, he never sought out hookups but didn’t refuse when offered— sometimes. He was mostly bored, plus also grieving Lilith, and wanted to see if anybody could make things interesting for him, or if they were the type he could mess with.
🌌 You got the stink-eye from some denizens when word came out that you were dating because apparently “Belphegor is hard to please.” To him, if people had the gall to invite him for a night then they should have the skills to show him it was worth it. He had a penchant for egging them on and even sleeping if the whole thing got boring.
🌌 His hookups only slowed because he legit hated the beddings at other people’s places. He also killed someone when they came all over his cow-patterned pillowcase and he had to get Lucifer to buy a new one.
🌌 You were worried that he’d sleep through sex and considered a somnophiliac route, only for Belphie to be wide awake all night.
🌌 Depending on your level of shared freakiness, you’ll overwrite memories of Lesson 16 by choking kink (obviously the nonlethal type). Belphie was IMMENSELY concerned at first but the haziness while you rode him added the kink to his list immediately.
🌌 The originator of a threesome with Beel but IF AND ONLY IF you were cool with it.
🌌 If he isn’t a brat, he’s a tease. He’ll start with an offer of massaging you and presses his hands on all the right places, but always moves away just before the idea could fully form in your head. He stopped being slick about it when he’d brush your pelvis with his fingers and offer you a shiteating grin.
🌌Purposely makes his strokes languid and slow to tease and appear lazy, but you know the way he’s prodding at your insides is too methodical. He’s drawing it out and you know it well.
🌌Belphie builds up impatience to get you to complain, which becomes the ample time for him to bring out his tail and whip your chest with it. He’ll remind you he doesn’t like being rushed while smiling like a little shit.
🌌 Belphie loves positions that keep you both close, he once said it’s like snuggling during sex and it’s more efficient for him to piston into you. Gravity helps, he also said.
🌌King of Somnophilia; he gave you full permission to do whatever if you happened to be horny while he’s asleep. If it’s the other way around, he gets comfortable inside you and uses his manipulation of dreams.
🌌 This he deemed as the safest way to bring you to cloud 9 to a demonic level without physically hurting you or exhausting you given your human limits. When you’re both in the Dreamscape, it feels like you could go without ever stopping.
🌌 It’s not any less pleasurable however, you wake up fully rested but the cleanup between both your legs tends to be a hassle.
🌌Aftercare with Belphie tends to be both of you trying not to fall asleep in the bath, and giggling when you notice the other nod off. It’s a teamwork of you two trying to keep each other awake, washing each other down and soft kisses in between for good measure.
🌌 He always makes sure to smooth over the redder parts of your skin and pulls through one more time just to craft a dream that would be pleasant and nonsexual for both of you.
~ This year, with no love potion spiked cookies or Cupid scares, Mammon and the others are determined to make the day perfect for their special human. Why not start it off with an amazing gift?
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a/n: Thank you guys for your patience. I have been thinking about this one for awhile and I really hope you like it.
Love is in the air as Mammon walks through the empty streets of Majolish, his wallet embarrassingly light as he peers through the darkened windows. In true Valentine's Day fashion, the displays are decorated with roses, paper hearts, and all that lovely-dovey stuff that makes the Avatar of Greed pulse quicken.
His breath fogs up the glass as he scans the stores for something amazing he can give you first thing tomorrow morning. Something that will have your attention on him instead of the others all day long.
He knows it’s greedy, but only fair that you think of him as much as he thinks of you.
But now, as he passes another deluminated ‘open’ sign. The Great Mammon has a problem. Pretty much every shop in Majolish has closed for the night.
Under the streetlights, his long shadow sulks as he passes shop after shop until he finds himself on the outskirts of the shopping complex. Trying the freezing metal handle of the shop on the corner. When it fails to move, his pout grows.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he leans against the brick wall and sighs. “Damn, what am I supposed to do now? MC will think I’m jus like everybody else.” The thought makes his frown deepen as he realizes that he has wandered the whole complex of shops and has nothing to show for it.
Now, he’ll have to walk all the way back to the House of Lamination emptyhanded in the cold.
His head is hung low as he gives up, cutting through a narrow, unfamiliar alleyway to get back to the main street. The scraping sound of his sulky footsteps bounce off the walls as he walks past dented trash cans and a long wall covered in layer after layer of paint and graffiti.
The air grows colder, and the dim lights of the alley flicker briefly. The hair on Mammon’s neck raises as a shudder travels through him.
He feels… He actually isn’t sure what he is feeling right now. The unsettling feeling came and went too fast. He rubs his eyes, noticing a small shop door just ahead.
Was that always there?’ he wonders. Noticing the small ‘open’ sign hanging in the cracked glass window. Although he has never seen this so-called antique store before. He is certain that it has seen better days.
The windows are covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs, and his fingers shudder with imaginary splinters as he takes in the sorry state of that weathered door frame. He doubts a dump like this has anything worthy of his human, but his desperation to please you has him pushing open the rickety door with the bottom of his black boot.
The inside of the shop is just as unkempt as the exterior, but there are indeed antiques inside. Mismatched wooden cabinets are stacked unevenly on top of each other from floor to ceiling, all filled with books and other knick-knacks that seem to hide from the light that comes from the dusty few lanterns that are hung from the cobweb covered ceiling. Each step he takes across the wooden floor leaves a footprint in the particles that have settled on the ground. Old lamps and vases fit oddly on the long rows of wooden shelves nailed to the back wall behind the massive murky glass countertop.
“Uhh, hello?” Mammon calls, stepping carefully over an ebony rocking horse that hasn't stopped moving since he arrived. “Is anyone in here?”
The heavy smell of the shop invades his senses as he suppresses a gag. It’s somewhere between the basement of a senior center and what he smelt when he had pawned off Levi’s Devil DS collection and had to deep clean the filter to Lotan’s aquarium.
He’s about to leave this strange shop in his dust when a small green, imp-like demon with a mop of wiry grey hair pops up from behind the counter.
“Ooh, we have a customer,” he grins, a bit too widely as he straightens his checkered bowtie.
“We?” Mammon looks around the shop, finding no one.
Completely ignoring Mammon’s question. The demon hops onto the countertop. “What are you looking for today?”
“Jus looking around,” Mammon lies, now wanting to leave this shop more than ever. “But I really gotta get goin now. Thanks.” He starts to leave, but the Demon raises a shaky hand. “Wait, please. I-i have some r-really awesome stuff right now. Perfect if you’re looking to get something for that special someone for Valentine's Day.”
Oh?
Mammon stops, interest piqued as he turns back toward the counter. “Special how?”
The little Imp’s shoulders slump in relief as he pulls out several long black cases from behind the counter. “Well, I got this special watch,” he says, taking out a green leather watch strap with a dull bronze case and hardware. “There is a special enchantment on this watch from a very punctual witch. Every time they are running late, the watch will give them a little shock to keep them on schedule.”
The demon holds out the watch, and Mammon instinctively takes a step back, shaking his head furiously. “I wouldn't do that to em. That would hurt.”
“Oh…I see,” the salesman frowns, setting the watch back into its case. “Then how about this?” He pulls out a red, plastic-looking button. “I got this from a Vampiric Party Planner. One push of this button and a room will be instantly decorated with hundreds of red flags. Super trendy stuff.”
“That’s not it either,” Mammon frowns. “I think I’m jus gonna go now~.”
Growing increasingly panicked, the imp tosses open the second case. “Wait, wait, wait, I see you’re a Demon of taste. Maybe you want something special.”
“Look, man, I really don’t~ woah.” He is stunned when the salesman pulls a silver necklace with a gleaming light pink gemstone from the case. “What’s that?”
“This,” the demon beams, flashing his pointy white teeth. “Belonged to a disgraced Nobel Demon whose house was eradicated by the Demon King many years ago. It’s a fine piece, isn't it?”
“Yeah,” he breathes, watching the necklace glow in the lamplight. “It would look perfect on Mc.” Just imagine your face when he gives you such an expensive looking piece of jewelry sends his heart into overdrive. But he isn't the avatar of Greed for nothing if he wants this. He’ll have to win the battle of negotiation. “How much?”
The demon sets the necklace into a black velvet case. “Well, a piece like this is exceptionally rare, so the price would have to reflect that, yes?”
He raises a snowy brow, propping his elbow on the counter. “How? Much?”
“300,000 Grimm.” The Demon says, balling his little fists. “Is it fit to be in the Royal Treasury?”
“I see,” Mammon says, slowly scanning the room. “So, how did somethin like this end up in your shop?”
He starts to sweat. “Uhhh. 30,000 then?”
Mammon beams, slapping Goldie on the counter,“You got yourself a deal.”
As the demon swipes his credit card, he crunches the numbers in his head. 30,000 Grimm is nothing to sneeze at, but if it means he has to pick up a few shifts at Ristorante Six or some modeling gigs to see you smile in this pretty piece, it’s worth it.
~
Although the rest of the Devildom is just beginning to stir from their slumber this foggy Valentine’s Day morning, you are all smiles as you look over the decorations you have set up in the dining room. With the others insistent on planning out special dates for you this Valentine’s Day, you wanted to put together a special breakfast for all of your loved ones to show you care.
Stepping back to admire your handiwork, your chest swells with pride. Your setup looks like it was torn straight out of a magazine.
The table is adorned with pink crystal glassware and pearly plates. The pristine tablecloth is tight against the table, dotted with a sprinkling of conversation heart candies you picked up from the human world. The chandelier above is twisted with red and pink streamers, and there are bunches of shiny heart shaped balloons scattered about the room.
Along the wall you set up the cutest mimosa bar with different flavors of demonus and champaign, a colorful array of fresh juices, and a chilled display of hand cut fruit. Cutting each orange slice and bloodberry into little shapes may have been hand-crampingly excessive, but totally worth it.
And. The. Food.
While your batter for the blood strawberry shortcake waffles chills in the fridge, you crouch down in front of one oven to check on your mini shadow goose egg quiches, that are just beginning to turn a lovely golden brown.
Taking a deep breath, you inhale the sweet and savory smell of the main course roasting in the other. This hot honey glazed hell hog may have been a pain to lug in here all by yourself, but damn does it smell incredible.
“Good morning,” a low voice says from the doorway, you look to find Satan leaning against the frame watching you with a fond smile on his face. It makes sense that he would be the first up this morning, because of his deep love for anniversaries and holidays.
“Morning,” you respond as he strides across the kitchen and scoops you up sweetly. “Happy Valentine's Day.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he grins, looking around the kitchen. “Wow, you’ve been busy.”
You shrug. “I just wanted to do something for you all today since you all insisted on planning our dates. But it’s been fun, I found so many fun recipes that I think are turning out really well.”
“I have no doubt,” he chuckles. “What can I do to help you?”
You hum in consideration, scanning the counter noticing the silver bowl of your whipping cream mixture for the waffles and hand it to him. “Can you beat this into submission?”
He nods knowingly. “Ah, that line was from that one human world chef. I remember from that cookbook we bought last time we went to the human world.” His eyes flash green as he begins to whisk the whipping cream until stiff peaks form.
While he is busy with that, you pull the hell hog’s roasting pan from the oven to baste it once more. Strong arms wrap around your waist as a very large demon props his head on your shoulder. “Good morning,” Beel says, skin still warm from his morning workout. “Smells good in here.”
You lean into his embrace. “I hope so.”
Striking orchid eyes meet yours with a pleasant warmth that hugs you from within. “I can’t wait to eat your breakfast, Mc. I know it will be delicious.”
“Thank you, Beel,” you say, watching as he gives the eyes to the ham you are making. “So. Is Belphie awake?”
He shakes his head, “I don’t think so. I should wake him so we can eat sooner.” He leaves, sending one last yearning look at the meat before he goes, passing Lucifer on his way out the door.
The Avatar of Pride looks impeccable as always; not a hair on his head is out of place as he greets you with a soft smile that falters slightly when he sees that Satan is still helping you in the kitchen.
“Good morning, mc,” he says, scanning your work with warm approval in his gaze. “I see you have been busy. I apologize, had I come down sooner, I would’ve been able to help you prepare your lovely breakfast.”
“Snooze you loose I guess,” Satan smirks, stealing a taste of the whipped cream concoction in the bowl. “This is delicious, we make quite the team, Mc, don’t we?”
Lucifer’s eyebrow twitches, as he turns his back completely to Satan and steps between the two of you. Completely ignoring the fourth-born he gives you all of his attention. “I just came from the dining room, you’ve completely outdone yourself this morning.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” you say sweetly, knowing that he had just told you last week not to push yourself too hard with planning breakfast for everyone.
“Oh?” he turns his head to the side, his crimson eyes filled with fire. “You don’t, Well I’ll have to remind you on our date later then.”
“Does this mean you’ll give me a hint about what you have planned?” you ask, as he shakes his head.
The ringing of the doorbell cuts through the air and you freeze.
They’re here.
And there is still so much to do.
“Oh, have our guests arrived already?” Lucifer asks, checking the wall clock. “It looks like they are right on time.”
“Yep, and I have to finish up. So you should go greet them.”
“Yeah Lucifer,” Satan sniggers. “Get~”
“You too Satan,” you cut in pointing both brothers out the door before they can object. Alone once again, you pull out the heart shaped waffle irons you found and get to work pouring the baby pink batter into the molds.
“There you are Hon,” Asmodeus says striding into the room. His face glowing from his morning routine. “Everything looks Devilgram ready.”
“You included,” you say, eyeing his perfect hair. Not a strand is out of place and his makeup is photoshoot ready. The demon does have a tendency to primp a bit extra when he is nervous.
“You are just the sweetest,” he grins, clinging to you and burying his face into your neck and lowering his voice “But you know, you shouldn't work too hard. Today is for you.”
“It’s for all of us,” you say with a roll of your eyes. “I just want everything to be perfect.”
“You’re not the one who almost ruined everything last year,” a new voice says. Levi sulks behind you, his footsteps dragging across the floor pitifully.
“Nothing was ruined, Levi,” you remind him.
“Yeah… It’s not like some normie pulled you into a pool and waterlogged your DDD,” he says again, bringing up those memories from last year.
“That wasn't your fault.” Your tone a bit more forceful than you planned on it being.
“What was Levi’s fault?” popping out behind the third born, Belphie rubs his eyes. They soften when they land on you.
“Trying to go all siren on Mc, last year.” Asmo chirps, still soaking up every second in your personal space bubble.
“I-it wasn't like that,” he objects, head snapping up. His cheeks an enraged, flustered pink. “Mc, you know I would~”,
“I know, it’s nobody’s fault.” You say kindly, “Let's put it behind us and focus on having a good time today.”
“You’re right,” Asmo says, giving you a wink. “And you are going to have a great time on our date today.”
“Mine too.”
Belphie slings a lazy arm around your shoulders and yawns, yanking you away from Asmo. “That sounds like a lot of work. Maybe you should just skip all the other dates and just nap with me.”
“No way,” Levi objects, the waterpipes rattling as his envy takes over. “You don’t get to hog mc all day.”
Their chatter is throwing you off schedule, and you see the little timers on your waffle irons slowly tick down to the last few seconds. “Everyone out,” you say, pointing toward the door. “I gotta finish up here, and then we can eat.”
The three brothers sulk, but do as you say, leaving you alone with your thoughts and waffle irons. The first batch of waffles was removed just in the nick of time. You stack the steaming, crisp, pink cakes onto the serving platter and start pouring the next batch.
“Those look good,” a new voice says. It seems that a moment of peace in the House of Lamination does not exist today, but you welcome the new presence. A smile tugs at your lips as you see Thirteen tearing a heart-shaped waffle in half. “Look who decided to stop by after all?”
“I can’t stay long,” she says, giving you a hug. Her pale cheeks are covered in soot. “I just wanted to show you my latest trap.” She pulls out a small box of chocolates and hands it to you.
“Is it safe?”
“For now,” she laughs. You take it cautiously, not wanting to rustle the contents and cause an explosion or worse. Sensing your apprehension, she places her hands on her hips. “Oh, come on, it's fine. The trap won’t go off unless you open the box.”
“So they are explosive?” you mutter, placing the box safely on the counter. “What are you going to do with them?”
“I’m gonna set up a booth in Majolish and sell them to everyone who waited till the last minute to get a gift for their Valentine.” Her grin is devilish. “Then, when they open them, it will release a cloud of rose scented stinkbomb.”
“I’ll pretend I didn't hear that,” you laugh. “But are you sure you don’t want to stay for breakfast? It will be fun.”
She shakes her head. “Nah, I gotta get going. ChocoBomb no.81 isn't gonna sell itself. But you should enjoy yourself today. I know everyone else is really looking forward to it.”
You shift your weight as she leaves. “I-I am excited. I just want to have a pleasant day.
Although you aren't sure why, but your stomach twists bitterly as you say those words.
~
Each step is filled with pride as you walk into the dining room, the platters of food floating behind you with a magical flourish. Barbatos is the first to stand, kindly pulling out your chair for you. “Everything looks absolutely wonderful, MC. You should be very proud of yourself,” he murmurs against your ear.
“Thank you,” you beam, getting off your feet for the first time this morning. Really, you have no idea how Barbatos manages to do things like this every single day.
“It’s true,” Diavolo clears his throat. “You have truly outdone yourself. We all are in for quite the treat this morning.”
“Well it’s only fair that I pull my weight somewhere,” you chuckle, “But I’m sorry that Luke can’t join us today.”
Simeon sighs next to you, “After all of the excitement last year, he took an opportunity to assist Michael in the celestial realm today.” You two lock eyes, a bit of embarrassment and sadness in his eyes as he remembers the part he played in last year's fiasco. Gently you reach for his hand under the table and give it a grounding squeeze.
The tender moment is interrupted by the Feral growling of Beels stomach. “Can we eat now? he asks his eyes filled with pain from holding back. “Mc, worked really hard to make all this food for us.”
Solomon frowns, looking around. “I think we are missing someone still.”
“Oh, that’s right. Where is Mammon?”
“So that’s why it was so quiet.”
Lucifer pinches the bridge of his nose. “He should know better than to keep us waiting.”
As if on cue, the Avatar of Greed bursts through the door. His smile blinding as he strides right over to you in your chair. “Mc, did you miss the great Mammon?” he asks, rocking back and forth on his toes. His hands suspiciously behind his back.
“Always,” you smile, relieved. “Happy Valentine's Day, Mammon.”
“You know it is,” he looks around with a smirk before looking back at you. “An I got somethin special for you.” He pulls out a palm sized black velvet box from behind his back and presents it to you.
“I thought we said no presents,” Asmo grumbles.
“You got me a present?” you ask, running your thumb over the case gingerly.
“Yep, because I'm that awesome.” he brags, his eyes filled with eagerness. “Come on, open it.”
“Right now?”
“Could’nt you have given it to them on your date later~ ow.” Levi rubs the sore spot on his arm where Satan had just elbowed him.
“I suppose there is no need to delay Mc, happiness.” Satan muses. “You should open it.”
With a nod, you do so and are rendered speechless when you see the stunning amulet within.“Mammon, this is, wow,” you say, looking at your prismatic reflections in the facets of the gemstone.
“Well, come on, put it on.” He says, removing it from the box and looping it around your neck. He steps back to admire his handiwork, nodding approvingly. “There now, ya look like a million grimm.”
“Wow, you certainly do look lovely in that,” Simeon says. “What a thoughtful gift.”
“Indeed,” Diavolo agrees. “I’ve seen many fine pieces in my lifetime, but none quite like that.”
“Where did you find something like that Mammon?” Belphie asks, “Did you steal it?”
His eyes widened. “What? No” he looks between the unbelieving table and you rapidly. “You gotta understand, I didn't steal anythin.”
“So you bought it?” Lucifer asks, raising a brow.
“With what money? Satan adds. “He’s broke.”
Solomon leans in, soaking up the chaos like a sponge. “Maybe it’s a fake?”
“It’s real.” His eyes turn glassy as he looks at you pitifully. “You believe me, right?”
“I do,” you reassure him, toying with the pendant around your neck. It feels unusually cold against your skin. “And I think it’s beautiful.”
“A gem almost as stunning as you are Hon,” Asmo says, a twinkle in his eyes. “Could I try it out?”
Mammon opens his mouth to object, but is silenced by a stern look from his brother.
“Just for a second, you say,” reaching for the clasp. The minute you touch it, a red-hot pain shoots through your fingertips, and you rip them away.
‘Ow,” you wince. Staring at your throbbing fingers.
All heads snap to you in concern.
“What is it?” Beels asks, “Does your stomach hurt?”
“That’s strange.” You murmur, once again ghosting your fingers over the clasp, the minute the pad of your finger touches the silver, they are once again shocked.
Your eyes grow wide as the gemstone seems to hum against you. “The necklace,” you say, staring down. “ It won’t let me take it off.”
What is wrong with Mammon’s Gift? Read on to find out!
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