Dec 22, 2025
i had to draw that scene the moment i played it, sighhh i'll never get over this man
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i had to draw that scene the moment i played it, sighhh i'll never get over this man
He’s so pretty I love him dearly
He is so boyfriend I hate him
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(oм)мaммon х gn!мc
wc: 1.5ĸ
ѕynopѕιѕ: тнe υnтнιnĸaвle нappenѕ and мaммon ιѕ leғт тo вlaмe нιмѕelғ
cw: car accιdenтѕ, вlood, мedιcal ѕтυғғ, Arguments
noтe: вoy oн вoy ιтѕ вeen a wнιle. ι wroтe тнιѕ ғorever ago and jυѕт never poѕтed ιт. ιтѕ ѕoмe angѕт! good ol ғaѕнιoned angѕт. ιdĸ ιғ ιll вe coмpleтely вacĸ yeт вυт ι мιѕѕed тнιѕ вlog :( ғorgιve мe ғor тaĸιng ғorever. enjoy!!!
You loved him. You truly do, but he can get on your last nerve at times. Tonight was one of those evenings.
“MC, come on. You don’t need to hang out with my loser brothers all the time.”
“I’ll have you know that they’re my friends! We keep having this discussion Mammon!”
You just left the restaurant, trying to enjoy the time alone you actually did get with your boyfriend. And yet, he goes in ruining it by bringing up that you hang out with his brothers. You loved them dearly, but it does kill you when they interrupt time with you and Mammon.
He was frustrated, but you were also frustrated when he acted this way. Feeling like he was trying to control all of your social life. You growled a little as you both made your way across the parking lot.
“We keep having it because I feel like I don’t get enough time with you!” Mammon opened the drivers side door, and you followed suit with the passenger side.
“Well we had time today! We WERE on a date, and YOU ruined it!”
“So you’re saying this is my fault?!”
“Yes!” He rolled his eyes and started the car, “I just wanted to have a good time taking you to one of my favorite restaurants in my home town, and you bring them up again.”
Mammon didn’t say anything. All you could hear was the humming of the engine as he drove back onto the main road.
“You know what? They’re ruining our time together because you’re obsessed with the idea that you’re the only one who can make me happy!”
“Am not! I just want to spend time with you.” Mammon stopped the car at the red light. Enough for him to turn to see your angry face.
“Well I don’t. We need to have a long discussion once we get back to the House!”
He was speechless. Dread set in, then more anger, “Oh so you wanna break up with me? Well I’m your first, and you can’t replace me!”
“I’m not trying to replace you. Maybe your brothers are right. You aren’t that smart.”
His grip on the steering wheel tightened. Out of the corner of his eye, the light turned green. He was still looking at you while he put his foot on the gas, “So this is what you think of me?”
Before you could say anything, you caught another pair of headlights coming towards the two of you, “Mammon!”
His head whipped around to see that the car coming the other way swerved into your lane. Mammon couldn’t steer away that quick.
The next thing he knew was that he was cradled by the air bag from the steering wheel. Once he got his bearings, Mammon turned quickly towards you.
Your air bag didn’t go off, and you were slumped forward clearly out cold. He could see blood dripping from the right side of your body, staining your pant leg.
“MC!!” He tried to get you to wake up, but you weren’t moving. Mammon tried to eject his seatbelt, but something was jamming it. He couldn’t get out.
He kept crying out your name trying to get you to wake up. He felt some relief when he heard you mumble something. Mammon couldn’t make out what you said, but at least it meant you were alive.
Mammon was startled by the flashing blue and red lights that pulled up next to the cars.
It all happened in a blur. He couldn’t see anyone else beside you, even as they cut the doors open and drag the two of you out. You were so close and so far away. The words they were saying didn’t even register. Mammon only saw you being strapped to the gurney and rushed away.
“Wait!” Mammon yelled. The paramedics tried to get him to calm down enough to evaluate him. When they determined he was fine, Mammon started to come down from his adrenaline high. He turned and looked at the other driver being taken care of by other paramedics. Mammon was too stunned to comprehend what just happened.
“Sir, we still recommend you go to the hospital. You may not be feeling anything now, but we should do it as a precaution. We can take you in the ambulance-“
“No! I want to be with MC!” The sad look on the paramedics face worried Mammon even more. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his D.D.D. Mammon stepped away from the EMTs to avoid suspicion of being a demon. He dialed a number and begged for the other person to answer, “Lucifer?!”
—
The brothers were sitting in the waiting room, waiting for the doctors to give good news. Humans were fragile and needed surgery in cases like this.
All they could do is let time pass until the surgeon to come out to let them know what happened.
Everyone was quiet. Nobody was doing anything. Beel said he wasn’t hungry. Levi didn’t even bring his games. Asmo didn’t talk about how this stress was ruining his skin. Satan was pacing around. Only Lucifer stayed by Mammon’s side. Trying to get Mammon to realize none of this was his fault.
Mammon couldn’t hear any of that. He played with his fingers, picking at any dead skin that hung off of it. He wanted to cry, but he didn’t have the energy to do so.
“Excuse me.” The surgeon’s voice cut through the stale air, and everyone’s attention was now on her, “MC is stable. They had some internal bleeding and broken bones which we had to put steel plating for. Now…”
Another doctor came up, his face didn’t give good news, “Your friend has suffered from a Diffuse Axonal injury. It’s unusual in a case like this, but not impossible. We need to wait for them to wake up to run more tests to see the severity. Unfortunately, I don’t know when that’ll be. I started them on a course of medicine to help reduce swelling. I’m sorry.”
Humans were so fragile. You were so fragile.
—
It had been a few days, and Mammon hadn’t left your bedside. The other brothers had to bring him food which he didn’t eat. They tried to relieve him of watching you so he could sleep, but he didn’t budge.
“We’re going home for the night,” Lucifer said, “I’m sure the doctors will call us when they wake up.”
“We had an argument…” Mammon mumbled, feeling the words sting as soon as they left. Lucifer frowned and sat next to him. To be the shoulder Mammon needed right now, “It’s my fault…”
“It’s not. You heard the police officer say that the other driver was very drunk. They already arrested him.”
Mammon’s hands balled up in anger, “No! If we weren’t arguing, I would have noticed. I could have protected them…”
Lucifer didn’t say anything. How could he? Mammon was inconsolable, mumbling over and over that he was the reason that you were lying here in a hospital bed.
“Well…we’re here for both you and MC,” Lucifer said, “Please come home if you get tired. I’ll be happy to be at MC’s side.”
No. Mammon wanted to be the one there if you woke up. No, he should have told himself when, not if. But each day that passes, your chances of surviving get smaller and smaller.
When Lucifer left, Mammon finally felt the tears stream down his face. He was so numb until this point. Now, he just wanted nothing more than for you to wake up.
“I’m so sorry…” he said through hiccups and sobs. His hand interlaced with yours which was still laying limp, “It’s all my fault. If I didn’t argue with you…I’m the worst boyfriend. I know that’s why you wanted to break up with me. After this, I’m sure you’d want nothing to do with me.”
His grip on your hand tightened as he muttered to himself for you to wake up.
“I’m so sorry MC…please for give me.”
His sobs continued to flood the room. He closed his eyes in hope that you’d wake up.
How did the human saying go? “A watched pot never boils.”If anyone walked in and tried to comfort him, it would only fall on deaf ears.
“Don’t cry.”
Mammon ignored whoever said it. It was faint anyway. Probably because he was tuning the entire world out.
“Mammon…don’t cry…” it was a little stronger. When he felt someone gripping his hand, his eyes shot open.
He saw you lying there with your eyes open, tears running down your face, “I’m so sorry Mammon…”
Your voice was so hoarse from not using it. Mammon quickly shushed you, carefully trying to cradle you.
“I’m so sorry too,” Mammon whispered, “I’m so glad you’re ok.”
You lightly laugh, “Well I don’t know how ok I am. I remember you calling my name in the car, then I don’t remember anything after that. Then I woke up.”
Mammon’s thumb rubbed against your cheek, wiping away any tears that were still falling.
“H-have I been out for long?”
“It’s been days. I thought I was going to lose you.” Mammon wanted to beat himself up for how much he wept. He wanted to play it cool, but he was just filled with so much relief. That you were alive.
He kept muttering ‘I love you so much’ until he got the nurse.
So, so sorry these took literally forever! But I'm finally getting around to clearing out my inbox now!
Also, I've no idea why Tumblr is breaking, but it refused to let me save more to the draft I had started, so I had to make a different post.
@undead-dante's request!
Pairing: Mammon x MC Rating: T Word Count: 7037 Warnings: Bodily Harm, Blood, Character Death, Spoilers up to Ch. 16-17~ Prompt: Damage done to a person also translates into their soulmate’s body (cuts, bruises and all). Notes: The events mostly follow the actual plot, but some changes were made like the MC's ankle getting hurt rather than their wrist in the TSL contest. This also went a lot longer than I expected it to, but this prompt was just too good.
It all started with a paper cut.
It was just a week after the human was dumped on him and a whopping five days since they finagled a pact out of him. Poor Goldie, being held captive and used as ransom. It was cruel, unforgivable, but as much as he hated it, he was stuck on babysitting duty thanks to his dear older brother.
The pair sat in class - not together, of course. There was no way he was gonna have the human sit next to him during class as well. Having to share a near-identical schedule was torture enough. The professor droned on, reciting the intricacies of the Harpie Revolt of 612. Mammon slouched in his seat, opting to fiddle with his pen rather than spend his mental energy on some stupid war that he was alive for.
The demon next to him, Thaddeus, nudged him, tilting his phone screen under the desk to him. Mammon smirked at the overly cutesy emoji of Lucifer on a unicorn. He was glad that was getting around. In the back of his mind, he knew they were all gonna suffer for it once Lucifer got word of it, but by then, the damage would be done, and that was worth it.
Mammon flinched, swallowing the yelp that nearly escaped his lips. He looked down at his finger where the sudden pain came from, trying to figure out what the hell he did when a small line peaked through his skin. Mammon stared at the droplet of blood that pooled from the small break on the pad of his finger. His brows furrowed, watching as it slowly trailed down his skin, only reaching a knuckle down before running out of blood. His gaze flicked back up to find the cut now sealed as if it had never been there in the first place.
The demon grumbled, sticking his finger in his mouth, his tongue removing the offending liquid before wiping his hands on his pants. It had been ages since he'd gotten a paper cut, the last time being that the paper he touched was cursed to always give you paper cuts, no matter what. Demons were known for being tough and hard to injure, especially to the point of drawing blood. Yet here, in the middle of Devildom History, The Great Mammon got a paper cut!
He shook his head, his eyes finding their way to the human sitting across the room, next to the window upfront. They stared down at their own finger and cursed silently under their breath. Mammon could make out the spot of red on their own finger. He watched as they gently wiped their finger on the fabric of their jacket before continuing their work.
Huh.
The TSL tournament did not go as planned. Well, it did, technically. MC successfully got Levi caught up in his Sin, but Mammon forgot just how likely Levi was to attack the human for this. Mammon watched as Levi turned to the human, envy, and anger burning in his eyes as he shifted to his demon form. Mammon cursed as his younger brother stalked forward to the human, his tail lashing out behind him. Mammon heard the human cry out his name as Levi approached, their gaze snapping to him. Their eyes were wide with fear, and for a good reason.
Mammon jumped up from the table, prepared to pull them away from danger only to find himself face-planted on the ground, his ankle groaning in pain. He looked down at the puddle that filled the entire area by Beel and cursed. He struggled back to his feet, his heart racing as Levi closed in as he told his gluttonous brother off.
Mere seconds later, the sound of feathers rustling in the wind and Lucifer's voice bellowing through the room was heard. Mammon looked up and saw his elder brother standing between Levi and MC. Not long after, Levi scurried away, his demon form gone. Mammon got up, quickly making his way to MC's side. His eyes looked them over, noticing they favored one leg over the other. Lucifer lectured them briefly before dismissing them, ordering Mammon to see to the human's leg. Despite their protest, Mammon pulled them up in his arm and made his way to their room.
Mammon sat in front of them, their foot resting on his knee as he wrapped gauze around their ankle, muttering under his breath as he worked. Was it too loose? Too tight? He had no idea; humans were fickle. The human sat on the edge of their bed and watched, occasionally wincing as he worked.
"Sorry," they said, their voice not much louder than a whisper. Mammon looked up, his blue eyes finding theirs. He stared, his eyes flicking across their face, searching. MC's gaze drifted from his, finding the floor and the walls a much more exciting place to look. He huffed, head dropping back down to his work.
"Yeah, well, ya should be," he said, frowning as he unwrapped part of the gauze to redo it for the fourth time tonight. "Next time, your life's in danger, I'll be the one to save you, all right? Don't you forget that. "He growled as he unwrapped the section he just did and began wrapping it a bit tighter, his eyes glancing up to find any trace of pain in their face. Their hands fiddled with the sheets beneath them. They stayed silent but nodded their head. Mammon huffed again.
"And if I can't manage to save ya, then make sure you die, got it? I don't want no one else stepping in and saving you, all right? So it's me or no one, understand?"
The human chuckled. "All right, got it," the human said with a slight smile. Mammon could feel his cheeks warming. They were so quick to agree. He'd gotten so used to being dismissed, it was weird. He shuffled, ignoring the sensation the best he could.
"G-good," he stumbled as he finished tying the gauze up. "You should always just agree with me like that." They hummed, watching as Mammon stood back up with his hands on his hips. "Now, stop causing me all this trouble, or you'll regret it, got it?"
MC nodded, looking down at their not-so-neatly wrapped ankle. They gave it a slight wiggle and smiled, seemingly satisfied with the job. "Thanks, by the way," they said, looking back up at the demon in front of them. "You didn't have to do this."
Mammon glanced to the side, crossing his arms across his chest. "Yeah, well, I was feelin' generous was all, so appreciate it." He heard them laugh before speaking again.
"I do. Thank you, Mammon." The white-haired demon turned around, not wanting them to see his reddened face.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," he grumbled out as he stepped out of their room. Mammon made his way down the hallways dark hallways, hands in his pockets. He could hear his brothers chatting in the living room as he made his way down the stairs to his own room. Closing the door behind him, he sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Stupid human," he muttered to himself. He made his way to his bed, collapsing into the plush mattress with a groan. His blue eyes stared up at the ceiling, his mind replaying Lucifer's rescue (his fail) in his mind. Mammon winced. His ankle twinged in pain. Mammon sat up, pulling his leg closer to him.
It didn't look bad, but it did hurt and looked like it was beginning to swell. Mammon sighed as he lay back down. It must have happened when he dripped over Beel's mess, but that shouldn't cause a sprained ankle. Maybe for a human, but for a demon?
Mammon groaned, dragging his hands down his face. Was he getting weaker? What the hell was going on with him lately?
Dialovo's dances were always a drag if you asked him. Too much small talk with too many nobles and Barbatos always managing to stop him before nabbing anything of value. Mammon sighed as he leaned up against the pillar, watching as the swaths of demons danced across the floor. He could make out Simeon and Luke towards the back near one of the food tables. Solomon was carried across the dance floor by Asmo, twirling each other around.
Mammon rolled his eyes as he fiddled with the hanging decor on his jacket. This weekend was driving him insane. First, they had that tour that led to them all getting chased by Levi's giant snake. Then, they had that stupid scavenger hunt today, and now he's stuck at this stupid dance. It was all a waste of his time, he could be out making millions of Grimm at the casino, or hell, even snag a win at the race track.
"Hey!" a voice called a few feet from him. Mammon jumped, his eyes snapping up to see MC walking towards him with a smile on their face.
"H-hey," he said, taking in their outfit. Asmo really did do a good job picking it out and getting them ready for the dance. Mammon wasn't sure of the last time he saw someone that took his breath away like this.
MC's gaze looked him up and down, taking in his demon form. "So," they said, meeting his eyes again. "This is quite the party. When Diavolo said we were going to have a dance tonight, I didn't expect anything this grand."
Mammon chuckled. "That's Diavolo for ya. Get used to his crazy ideas and giant parties. I doubt this'll be the last of 'em." MC moved to stand next to him, their eyes looking over the crowd. They smiled.
Mammon watched them, noticing how their gaze followed the dancing couples on the floor with eagerness.
"Hey, so, um. Like... you've gotta have weird tastes to ask a human-like you to dance. I'm guessin' no one here's gonna do that, huh?" Mammon laughed nervously. "So, y'know, as long as you don't have a partner, I guess I could maybe go ahead and pair up with you for a little bit." He glanced over to them. MC rolled their eyes and opened their mouth to speak when suddenly Lucifer appeared in front of the two of them out of nowhere.
"MC, come dance with me. Now."
"Hey!" Mammon exclaimed as Lucifer grabbed MC's hand and pulled them away and onto the dance floor. Mammon grumbled, slumping against the pillar as he watched his human be guided along by his older brother.
Wait. His human?
No. No, no, no, no, no. The human.
Mammon shook his head, ridding the thoughts from his brain. Then, with a sigh, he made his way for the refreshments table. Most of the food was gone at this point; only a pitiful amount of Demonus remained. Beel had been through here already, it seemed.
He grabbed a glass and downed it, something he should have done from the beginning. He set the empty glass down and grabbed another as he turned back to the main floor. His eyes quickly found MC and Lucifer in the crowd looking too close for comfort if you asked him.
MC's face winced, their eyes darting around like they were looking for something. "Ah!" Mammon cried out as he dropped his glass. His hand throbbed. It felt like some invisible force was squeezing him, crushing his hand. He held it up, trying to find the cause, when it suddenly stopped. Mammon blinked, turning his hand over and over. Was that glass cursed or something?
Internally shrugging, he looked back up only to see MC now dancing with Solomon of all people! Mammon groaned.
They had finally survived the weekend at the castle, and Mammon was ready to sit his ass in his room with a cup of noodles and play some online poker, something he's been deprived of for too long. Yet, here they were, unloading the car as Satan and Lucifer had to get into another fight. He tuned them out the best he could, just wanting to be done and relax when he heard MC's hesitant voice.
Mammon turned to the conversation, which now looked more like Satan grinning like the Cheshire cat at MC while Lucifer glared daggers into the pair of them. He leaned to Asmo, who, of course, was engrossed in the whole thing.
"Hey, what the hell's going on? What'd I miss?" Asmo rolled his eyes as he adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder. His younger brother leaned over, his gaze never leaving the trio just ahead of them.
"Satan asked MC for a pact. Lucifer wasn't keen on the idea." Mammon blinked. Satan? Wanted a pact? That was sudden. He could only guess he did it to piss Lucifer off, which, turns out, was the reasoning. Satan shouted some more, declared he was leaving this house and was moving out before storming through the doors of their home. Lucifer sighed as he grabbed his luggage and headed inside himself. Beel and Levi trailed in not long after. MC stood in the same spot, their gaze lingering at the doors to the HoL.
Mammon heaved his bags up higher on his shoulder and made his way over. They didn't move. With a sigh, he lifted his hand and flicked them in the forehead, earning him a groan and a curse. Mammon snickered.
"That's what ya get for not paying attention, human. C'mon, let's get inside, yeah? I, for one, can't wait to be home." MC hummed, grabbing their own things as they followed along behind him.
Dinner was oddly silent. Satan was absent, which left Lucifer quieter than usual and Asmo fretting over the possibility of him actually leaving. Beel commented that someone should bring him up some food before it got cold. MC pushed the food around on their plate, their mind clearly elsewhere. Mammon watched them from the corner of his eye. Not that he was overly concerned or anything; he just wanted to make sure they were gonna eat or whatever. That's what he told himself, anyway.
Moments later, MC pushed themselves away from the table and deposited their mostly full plate in front of Beel with a smile. Not hungry, they said. Mammon rolled his eyes. They were worried about Satan. The human with a heart too big, of course they'd be concerned about him. He sighed, lifting his glass to his lips. At Least Satan wanted a pact with them, right? So he'll be happy and they'll get that next pact they need. Win-win.
Dinner continued in quiet until a crash was heard from upstairs. Everyone looked up. A few moments passed when Mammon hissed in pain. He looked down at his arm and watched as a patch of blood began to seep through his shirt and run down his arm. Then MC screamed.
Lucifer rushed up the stairs. Mammon heard Asmo, Levi, and Beel talk amongst themselves, worried for MC, confused about what was going on. All Mammon could do was sit and stare at the trails of blood now running down his arm with wide eyes. Nothing had hit him. He'd been perfectly fine until…
Shit.
Mammon stood up and raced out of the room and up the stairs. He pressed down on the sudden wound on his arm with his hand as he made his way towards Satan's bedroom. He heard Lucifer's voice yelling alongside Satan's. Moments later, the trio stepped out, Lucifer looking oddly pleased, Satan looking exasperated, and MC looking dazed. Lucifer walked past Mammon with an uncannily happy smirk on his face. Satan sighed a sigh that sounded more like Lucifer than Mammon would ever mention to his face.
"Mammon, take MC and get them healed up. I need to talk with Satan," Satan said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
What the fuck is happening today? Satan (?) walked past him, following after Lucifer. Mammon blinked.
"They swapped bodies," MC said, holding their arm in a very similar fashion to himself. "Some magic book or something."
"Ah." That's all he could say. Any other day and Mammon would have been on the floor laughing then scheming what he could get away with not long after. Not today, though. Today, a realization hit him that scared him more than Lucifer's punishments ever have, ever could. The thought had crossed his mind before, fleeting thoughts that he shooed out of his head before they could dare take root. But, it seems as though today the universe had different plans in mind. Instead, it took those ideas and forced a fully grown realization into his brain, then hit him with the intensity of a truck.
"C'mon, let's get you patched up, human," he said, pushing that thought to the far recesses of his mind. They were hurt. They needed him now. There wasn't time to dwell on it, on the possibility that they might just be his soulmate.
In hindsight, faking a horror (and somehow dating game?) where everyone but MC and Lucifer disappeared was a terrible way to get them to bond, yet here they were. Mammon and his brothers were all in his room talking as they hid from the pair. The white-haired demon leaned against the wall, his eyes staring at his watch. Sure, he wanted MC and Lucifer to get along. He might even be okay if, after all this, they made a pact. Not that he would ever say that aloud, but he did honestly want Lucifer to see just how great MC was.
"MC?" Mammon snapped his head up at Satan's words, his heart sinking as they walked through the door with a dazed look on their face. "What the hell are ya doing here?" Mammon scrambled, standing up straight as he pointed an accusatory finger at his younger blonde brother. "I thought ya said no one saw you come in here!" Satan grumbled, finger curled against his chin as he thought aloud.
"Well, I was certain no one had, but it seems that wasn't the case." He met MC's eyes with a curious smile. "It seems you're stealthier than I anticipated."
Asmo whined, resting his face in his hands. "So much for our plan. It's ruined now."
"Maybe not," Satan said, moving to MC's side. "Listen, this plan could still work. We were giving you and Lucifer time to yourselves. As long as you act as if you're still clueless about our location, it still works. Just get back out there before he begins to suspect anything!" Satan not so gently pushed MC towards the door.
"W-wait, I-" The door closed behind them before they could usher another word out. Levi sighed from the corner.
"Well, that's one way to do it."
Satan rolled his eyes. "It worked, did it not?"
Mammon let out a light chuckle. He supposed it did. Sure, now they know about it, but hey, that might just work in their favor, right? They can say they checked his room if Lucifer asks, so now they've less of a chance of getting caught! As long as they can keep up the act in front of him. Lucifer was always good at catching on to that sort of thing. A result of him and his brothers' constant games, he figured.
Mammon watched his brothers, taking back his spot against the wall as he played with the rings on his finger. He wasn't sure why, but he felt uneasy. The air felt heavy, like it was moments away from crushing them all. He hadn't felt like this earlier. Was it because MC saw them and figured it all out? Mammon didn't think so. He would have felt it the moment they opened his door, right? Then why did he feel this way?
Whatever it was, he hated it. Hated the way his stomach churned, the way no matter how he fidgeted, he never felt comfortable. With a sigh, he pushed himself up, opting to sit next to Beel on the couch. His younger brother tilted the comically large bag of chips to him. With a smile, Mammon reached in and grabbed a handful, hoping the feeling in his gut would fade.
It didn't.
Mammon watched the clock tick by painfully slow. His body itched, practically screaming at him to move, to do something, until he caved. Mammon lept to his feet with a growl.
"I can't take it any longer. I'm going down there!" His brothers crowded around him, telling him to just wait, that he'd just mess this whole operation up, but he could see the antsiness on their faces shine through. He shoved his hands in his pockets and sauntered out of the room, making sure to keep his footsteps light. Glancing behind him, he could see a fluff of blonde hair followed by orange, purple, and strawberry blonde further behind. Mammon chuckled to himself as the line of demons made their way down the hall to the library where they could just barely make out two familiar voices.
As they were nearing the library, Mammon felt his neck tighten like an invisible force was clamping down on it. He couldn't breathe. Mammon fell to his knees as his hands clawed his neck, feeling nothing but his own skin. His brothers crowded around him, fear in their eyes at the fallen second-born. His vision began to waver, sounds muffled themselves as his body struggled to get any oxygen. He could make out Satan saying something about no magical cause and Levi saying Lucifer sounded angry.
MC.
Their name rang through his head, overriding his own fear. He didn't know why, but somehow, somewhere deep inside him, he knew they were in trouble. Mammon reached out his hand, grabbing someone's - he thinks it was Beel - wrist and coughed out their name. His vision was near black at this point as he watched the figure move away towards the library, followed by another. There was shouting, a crash, and suddenly the force around his throat released. Mammon coughed as he sucked in air like it was gold. His eyes watered, the blood rushing to his head. He bent over, palms flat against the ground as he recovered. His body felt like it was on fire as the oxygen rushed back through him. His body ached, his lungs burned. To top it all off, it felt like he'd just been run over by a truck. Asmo was knelt next to him, his voice slowly reaching his mind.
"What?" Mammon croaked out, his voice raw. Asmo's hand ran along his back, worry swirling in his eyes.
"Lucifer attacked MC."
In a flash, Mammon was on his feet and sprinting to the library as quick as his legs would carry him. Asmo followed behind him as the pair burst through the doors. Mammon felt as if his breath was stolen once more. MC sat on the floor, huddled against the bookshelf, the books scattered all across the floor. Levi and Beel stood in front of them, their arms out and in their demon forms. Satan was kneeling beside MC, his tail flicking across the floor as he tended to their wounds. Lucifer stood across from his brothers, his wings twitching in anger. The dark aura surrounding him was all but visible as he glared at MC through Levi and Beel.
Mammon rushed to MC's side, Satan moving to the side to allow him room. Tears unshed rested in their eyes. Bruises around their neck were beginning to bloom across their skin in the shape of hands, hands he knew well. His own hand snaked up to his neck, fingers grazing the skin underneath. Mammon swallowed, not wanting to give any attention to the thoughts running through his mind. Not now. He couldn't. Not when they're hurting, not when his older brother was moments away from tearing them apart if he could. How could one night go so wrong? What could have happened to lead to this?
"Well, hello there, brothers… I can't tell you how much I missed you."
Mammon froze. That was Belphie's voice. Slowly, he turned his head. There he stood, his youngest brother, a shit-eating grin resting on his face. Lucifer paled, the rage quickly replaced by confusion and fear.
Oh.
Mammon understood. That's how one night could go so wrong.
He hated this.
Mammon and his brothers were currently huddled around the few garden tables, waiting for Barbatos or Diavolo to tell them that MC was back from the past and that everything was fine. Everything had to be okay, right? They promised him it would be, that they'd come back to him. They wouldn't break their promise to their first man, would they?
The white-haired demon sat, leg bouncing at a pace that would make a rabbit ashamed. He glared at his brothers, all of whom seemed to be perfectly fine. Levi was gaming on his phone, as usual. Beel was snacking on the tray of treats Barbatos brought out. Asmo and Satan were conversing as if it was just any other day. The only one who seemed to be worried was Lucifer, and if anyone other than Mammon were to look at him, they'd think he was perfectly fine. Mammon knew better.
Lucifer always loved to put on an air of indifference. It made it easier for those around him, he told Mammon once after a few too many glasses of Demonus. After eons of living with him and learning to read his mood (partly so Mammon knew when to stop pushing his buttons), he'd gotten good at seeing the genuine emotions that lay beneath the surface. Lucifer was sitting, calmly enjoying a cup of tea, but his fingers worked the fabric of his coat roughly, his nails catching on the fibers. His eyes were lowered, finding the grass particularly pleasant to avoid eye contact. Mammon knew he was stressed, that he was worried. And how could he not?
Mammon nudged his chair closer to his older brother, his hands balled up, pushing against his legs as he stared at him. Lucifer stared straight ahead.
"Do you need something, Mammon?" He asked, his voice as neutral as ever. Mammon lifted his hand and rested it against his brother's shoulder, tilting his gaze down.
"They're gonna be fine," he said, his usually loud voice only just above a whisper. Mammon flashed Lucifer a smile, hoping to lift his brother's spirits as well as convince himself what he said was true. Lucifer let out an airy laugh as he turned his head to his younger brother.
"I'm sure they will be. They're too stubborn for their own good to let anything happen to them after all." He lifted the cup of tea and paused, his lips tightening. "Lord Diavolo wouldn't allow harm to befall them, not at the risk of the exchange program." Something told Mammon that Lucifer wasn't entirely convinced that was true.
It felt like hours had passed. Waiting was tedious to start with, but waiting for MC to return was downright torture. Mammon's elbows rested on his knees, hands woven through his hair. He just wanted to know how they were doing. Were they okay? Did they make it to the right part of time? Were they scared? He started to wonder if this was a delayed second punishment for rebelling because it felt like hell.
His chest and arms started aching, not unlike the times when Beel would all but crush him in a hug when they were younger. Mammon stood up and stretched. All this sitting must be making him sore, but the ache soon turned into a groaning pain. His muscles felt like they were being ripped away from each other, his bones beginning to creak under this invisible force as well. Mammon wrapped his arms around himself, pawing at the space around the pain, only to feel nothing. He fell to his knees. It was happening again.
MC.
MC's in danger.
His brothers crowded around him as he cried out in pain. It felt like someone was yanking on his scalp. His skin felt moments away from being broken off the top of his head. Mammon could hear Lucifer's voice laced with concern in front of him. He could feel his brother's gloved hands holding his face, asking him what was going on, but all Mammon could do was scream. Then, his entire body lit up in pain. Every inch of him felt like he was being crushed. He hadn't experienced pain like this since the Fall, and in a way, this was worse. Much worse. He Fell because he fought for what he knew was right, fought for his family, fought for those he loved. Here, though, here was stuck, feeling every ounce of pain that MC was feeling at that moment and he was powerless to help.
It was a notion Mammon didn't want to entertain. He was afraid too. To acknowledge what all those moments meant, what their shared pain meant would force him to confront the feelings he'd struggled to push down. He barely could admit to himself that he cared for the human placed in his care, let alone accept the undeniable fact that they were—
No. Mammon refused. They weren't soulmates. It couldn't be because if it was, then that meant that MC was suffering this and no one could help.
His voice was raw from screaming. He could feel the hands of his brothers, their voices calling out to him, searching for answers amongst themselves. He could hear Asmo mentioning the incident prior where he couldn't breathe. Mammon lifted his hand, grabbing Lucifer's tight in his grasp, his nails digging into his brother's skin. "MC…" he whispered, unable to speak much louder. The pain racked his body. Invisible hands pressed against his neck, pushing, squeezing.
A crack of bone echoed in his ears as the scene in front of him wavered, fading to black. He could hear his brothers crying his name. He could feel tears against his skin. Then, he felt nothing.
Mammon sat next to MC, their hand firmly in his grasp as everyone sat huddled in the living room. Barbatos was pouring cups of freshly brewed tea for the family as Diavolo explained the events that had just occurred. MC's limp body covered in blood flashed through his mind. Their skin, cold, their eyes glassed over, the shine he always sought out, gone.
He gave their hand a squeeze, his fingers inching down over their wrist. He could feel the gentle, steady thump of their pulse just under their skin. It was a feeling he never wanted to forget. Mammon saw them look over, giving him a gentle smile as they squeezed his hand back. They were alive. They were safe. They were here.
The timelines were merged. That's what Barbatos said. The two branches were brought together. The MC that died no longer existed, but their death was still too real for Mammon. Their heritage with Lilith was explained. Mammon would be lying if he said he wasn't excited to hear the news. He was. It meant his little sister got to live out her life, even if they weren't a part of it. She got to be happy and MC was living proof of it. He wanted to smile, to be as jovial as his brothers, but he could barely bring himself to smile.
Belphie reached out to them, curiosity and eagerness written clearly on his face. Before he realized what he was doing, Mammon slapped his brother's hand away, his arms shielding MC from him. His heart was racing; memories flooded his mind that were both his and not his. Flashes of sitting in the castle's garden, pain, his brothers crying above him, his body crushed, his voice raw. Fear. Helplessness. MC.
Mammon jumped to his feet, his hands quivering at his side. He couldn't breathe. It felt like he was underwater, each gasp only further forcing him deeper and deeper. Someone called out his name. He didn't move; he couldn't. He couldn't do anything. The memories played back again, looping, getting clearer and clearer each time.
He had died. He died as Mc died, both by his brother's own hands.
Mammon reached down and grabbed MC, pulling them out of the room that felt like it was shrinking by the minute. He drug them away, up the stairs, away from everyone, away from the memories. He drug them down the hallway and into his room, slamming the door behind them. Mammon's palms pressed flat again the door, his body shaking. MC's hand reached over, their thumb gently wiping away the tears from his eyes. When did he start crying?
"Mammon?" They whispered, voice low like he was a wild animal. The demon laughed. He didn't know why. There was nothing funny, but it was the only thing he could do. Anything else and he'd feel like he'd fall apart right here.
MC slid between him and the door, their hands cradling his face. Mammon stared down at them, taking each and every detail of them in, saving it, memorizing it. He never wanted to forget a single piece about them. Not in a million years. MC's eyes searched him, probably wondering what the hell was going on. He couldn't blame them. If the roles were reversed, he would be too. He'd pout and grumble about stealing The Great Mammon away from everyone, although he'd secretly be happy MC wanted him all to themselves.
"Mammon, what's wrong?" Their voice sounded like heaven, and he would know. They'd barely spoken at all tonight after everything happened, not that he blamed them. He barely said anything himself, but now he never wanted to hear their voice stop. He wanted them to keep talking, to drown out the painful memories that kept flashing themselves in his mind.
His shaky hands moved from the door to their shoulders, pulling the human, the fragile, breakable human, into his arms and held them as if they were made of glass. Mammon rested his head lightly on their shoulder, afraid any more pressure would leave them crumbled in his hands. He felt them wrap their arms around him, pulling him closer, tighter, unafraid, and he cried. Mammon cried, his tears staining their clothes, not caring of how it looked, how he looked. They were here. He was here. They both were alive.
MC held him, their hand rubbing gentle circles on his back, another running their fingers through his hair. They whispered calm and loving things into his ear, never letting the silence of his room take over. They were so strong, this human. They'd faced a terrible death alone, in a house full of demons, and yet they were comforting him. Then a thought crossed his mind.
Did they remember what happened?
Mammon's tears slowly faded, leaving only occasional sniffles in its place as he let out a shaky breath. He lifted his head, his eyes staring down, not meeting their gaze. MC's hands retracted but still kept him close as they rested on his forearms, their thumbs continuing the same soothing pattern their hands had done prior. They didn't speak. The pair stood in the quiet, both gathering themselves until Mammon spoke.
"You died," he said, his voice but a whisper. He wasn't even sure if MC heard him until he saw them nod slowly, with a grim smile.
"I did." Mammon's hands lifted up, capturing MC's, gripping them tight.
"Do you remember it?"
MC stared just past him as if they were watching something unseen. Their eyes glazed over. They swallowed. Mammon felt them squeeze his hands tight.
"I do."
The words felt heavy in the air. Of course, they did. He remembered his own after all; why would they be any different? He had hoped they didn't, that they'd be spared that terrible memory. He wished Barbatos had some way of pushing those memories out of their mind, but it seems that wasn't the case.
Mammon pulled them forward, resting his forehead against their own. His hands stroked MC's own, smiling at how warm they felt. He loved them. How could he not? The universe already decided he would the moment they were both born. He never knew if his father chose this intentionally or if each pair were random, but Mammon supposed it didn't really matter now. MC was here. And as much as he tried to deny it, to ignore it, they were his soulmate. They were cursed to be forever linked to him in body and soul.
"MC," he said, brows furrowed. He had to tell them. They deserved to know, but he was scared. How would they feel, knowing their soulmate was a damn demon of all things? Would they feel angry? Scared? He could handle those. He'd handled them before with others, but what he feared more was that they'd feel guilty. That MC would hate themselves for causing him the same pain they'd gone through. He smiled ruefully. They would feel that way, though, wouldn't they? That's just who they were, too kind and caring for their own good, and he loved them for it.
He paused for a moment, contemplating the option of never telling them. MC could go on living, be with whoever, enjoy a normal life. They would never have to know it was him, after all. But he was greedy. He wanted them to know, to want to have him just as he wanted to have them. And who was he to not give in to his greed?
"MC, I gotta tell ya something important, alright?" MC nodded, their eyes looking up at him eagerly and confused as well. If Mammon didn't know any better, he'd think his stomach had been infiltrated by bats with how jittery he felt. What was the human expression? Butterflies in their gut?
He took a deep breath, steadying himself. "I think we're soulmates." MC blinked, their brows pushing together in confusion. Mammon could see the gears turning in their head, replaying scenes in their mind's eye.
"But," they started, blinking more. "How? What— I died, that means that you'd have to—"
"Die?"
MC nodded. Mammon hummed, biting the inside of his cheek. He looked off to the side with a pained smile.
"The other timeline, the one Barbatos merged or erased or whatever the hell he did, the you that went back was the one that died, right?" MC nodded. "Yeah, well, that you died and so did that me." He heard them gasp moments before being pulled into a tight hug, their arms wrapped around his waist.
"Mammon, I—" Mammon shook his head, nesting his face into the crook of their neck.
"It's fine, I just— I thought you ought to know." Mammon moved his arms around MC's own waist, pinning the two of them together. He could feel their heartbeat against his chest. The steady thump-thump made him smile. "Sorry you got stuck with me." He felt tears on his shoulder. MC sniffled against his shirt.
"Shut up, don't say that," MC gently banged a fist against his chest, making Mammon chuckle. "You— But then with Belphegor…." MC pushed away, their eyes wide as they stared up at him. He could see the tears pooling at the edges, moments from spilling over again. They swallowed. "You would have felt it all, felt—" Mammon simply nodded. "Oh God… Mammon, I don't—"
Mammon laughed. "I doubt my father cares," he said with a smirk. MC looked up at him, fighting the smile on their lips. They shook their head, processing what this all meant. Mammon watched them, watched the expressions flicker across their face and yet he felt oddly calm. It was that same sort of calm one gets staring at a storm rolling in from the safety of their own house. The possible danger seemed far away, out of reach, but deep down, you knew it still posed a threat.
Mammon watched them lick their lips. "My soulmate, huh?" Mammon nodded. They smiled. "Guess that means you're stuck with me." He laughed.
"Guess so." He stared into their eyes, looking for any hint of remorse or disdain, but they were clear. Only happiness rested there. "You alright with that?" MC smiled.
"Definitely." Mammon reached a hand up, cupping their cheek. He tilted their face up as he leaned down. He noticed their eyes flutter close, their breath hitch as they leaned forward, angling their head into his palm. Mammon couldn't help but smile as he pressed his lips to theirs.
Soft. They felt so soft against him. They moved in tandem, dancing in perfect unison with one another as if they'd kissed a thousand times before. For the first time in a long time, Mammon felt genuinely complete. It was as if he could want for nothing but this moment to never end. No gold tasted so sweet as the taste of their lips; no jewels shone so brightly as their eyes as they parted. If he wasn't addicted to their mere presence before, he was now, and there was no way he could ever recover. Not that he wanted to, anyways. He wouldn't trade this feeling for anything in the world. It was priceless. A notion Mammon believed impossible until now. Everything could be bought, for the right amount, but not this. Never this.
MC rested their forehead against his with a contented sigh. "How long have you known?" They asked, their hands playing with the fabric of his shirt. Mammon bit his lip as he blushed.
"You got a paper cut in class that first week you were here. That's when I started to wonder. I didn't really know until Satan got your arm good that one time." MC laughed, the smile on their face genuine. Their laugh only grew as they processed his words. Mammon couldn't help but find himself smiling too.
"You're kidding me? A paper cut?"
Mammon nodded.
"Yeah, it all started with a paper cut."
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