At the sound of the low buzz of your phone alarm, you force yourself to peel your eyes open. You kept it quiet on purpose as to not wake the slumbering white haired demon beside you. You turn yourself towards him, taking note of his small snores, almost inaudible. You smile you yourself, reaching over as carefully as you can to sweep his bangs back away from his eyes. It should be illegal for a demon to look this angelic while sleeping. He looked so peaceful...
Time to fix that.
You slowly rise to your feet, standing on the mattress and preparing your knees for the early morning workout you were about to put them through. You stare down at him fondly before taking in a deep breath and -
"HAAAAPPY BIRTHDAYY TO YOU!", you begin belting out as you jumped with all your might on his bed, jostling him awake. You ignore his clearly terrified scream in favor of continuing to 'sing' at the top of your lungs.
"ARGH! Holy shit MC, what's wrong with ya?!"
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR MAAAMMOOONNN!"
At this point, the second born was up - albeit against his will - and decided to take action against your celebratory tirade, laughing as he sat up, reaching for your legs to pull them out from under you.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO Y- Ah!", you yelp out as you fall to the bed, landing on your ass. Before you can regain your bearings, you're already being scooped into his arms.
"Ya know, there are nicer ways to wake a guy up on his birthday, you little menace", he complains, but you can tell there's no bite behind it.
"What do you mean? That was perfectly nice", you smile at him, leaning into his hold. "What would you have preferred, Sleeping Beauty?".
Mammon's face breaks into a Cheshire cat grin, "Well I could think of a few things..."
Before he can finish his statement, you put your hand in his face, jokingly pushing him. "Actually, don't answer that."
He dramatically falls backwards, taking you with him.
"C'mon, at least give me my birthday kisses", he pouts at you, trying his best to look like a wounded puppy. "Ya know, one for every year I've been alive?".
"I'm pretty sure I'd actually be dead by the time we reached that number, Mams. Might I remind you you've got millions of years on me?", you punctuate the statement with a kiss, something he eagerly reciprocates.
"Soooooo..."
"Soooooo?", you parrot back at him.
"Whaddya get me?"
He doesn't attempt to hide the childlike glint in his voice.
"Patience is a virtue, my dear", you reply, booping him on the nose.
He jokingly rolls his eyes, making a 'tch!' noise. "You're gonna lecture the Avatar of Greed on virtues?"
You laugh, so he laughs along with you - his fangs peaking out from behind his lips, his eyes trained on your face, a stunning golden blue. Any retort is stolen from your lips as you begin to squirm under his gaze. He could probably charm the answer out of you, you think. If he really wanted to, he could get you to spill any secret with a simple look, a teasing 'please', a lingering touch. But he chooses not to, opting instead to let you take the lead for the day, trusting whatever plans you had for him would be worth the wait.
You shake off your loving daze, stretching as you go to stand. Crouching, you pick his jeans up off the floor before flinging them at him with all your might. "Now get ready, we've got things to do."
He chooses to stay put where he lie, giving you that lopsided smile he seems to wear more often than not. "I dunno, I kinda just wanna keep ya locked in here all day, just the two of us. How 'bout it?"
You give an over the top, exaggerated gasp. "Is my first man really going to keep me waiting? After I worked so hard to plan the perfect day for him?".
His smile faulters at the sound of his self declared nickname leaving your lips, his face steadily lighting aflame. His smug demeaner being replace with something more bashful, more shy. "Y-yeah, ya got it. I'm gettin' up."
You smile softly as he crawls out of bed. 'Works like a charm', you think to yourself as you watch him start to get dressed, 'even after all this time'.
"Got any guesses where we're going first?", you question, trying to gauge his line of thinking, hoping you were on the right track when you were planning this yourself.
"Hmm...", he pretends to think. "I don't really know what ideas ya got rattlin' up there in that human head of yours", he accentuates with a flick to your forehead, "but as long as I get to spend the day with you, anything's fine by me."
"Great! Because today I'm not leaving your side."
He wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you into him, leaving a gentle kiss on top of your head.
"Perfect. Then you're already makin' my birthday wish come true."
(Diavolo) Ah, MC. You came at just the right time!
There seems to be some sort of disturbance in the library. Do you mind accompanying me?
(Time passes)
(Diavolo) Goodness. A giant black rat, a devil squirrel, even a black-tailed canary...
All manner of small Devildom critters are rushing out of the library!
(MC) What on earth are they doing here?
(Diavolo) I haven't a clue either.
I simply received reports of animals crying in the library and came to investigate.
In any case, there's no doubt that something happened here. Let's go ins-
*gasp* A flame salamander!
Watch out, MC!
(red magic flashes)
Phew... Just in the nick of time. Are you alright, MC? Are you hurt?
(MC) Thanks for protecting me.
(Diavolo) I'm glad you're not hurt.
The flame salamander is unharmed too, as I merely extinguished its flames with magic. Anyway. Let's go inside, shall we?
(Change locations from RAD Stairway to RAD Library)
...Well, the library doesn't look that different from usual. Some of the tables and chairs have been knocked over, but that's most likely due to the panic that ensued from the animals' sudden appearance.
The question is, how did such a thing happen in the first place...?
...Hm? I see something on the floor. This looks like...a page that's been torn from a book. See this? These shapes outlined in white suggest that something used to be here. Just what exactly is a mystery, though...
(MC) I doubt this page fell out by coincidence.
(Diavolo) I agree. This torn out page must have something to do with this unusual incident. Hmm... How could the two possibly be connected...?
That's it! I've figured it out, MC! This page is from The Devildom's Handbook of Photography Techniques. Those animals must have all escaped from this book!
Part Two
(Diavolo) Essentially, The Devildom's Handbook of Photography Techniques is... an encyclopedia of photographs taken with various types of cameras. Moreover, one of the camera used to take these photographs is capable of physically storing its subjects.
Since the subjects preserved in the photographs are able to survive within the pages of this book... the camera has also been used for animal conservation purposes.
My guess is that this torn-out page contained photos of animals shot by that particular camera. They must have broken free of the page's constraints when it got torn out of the book.
(MC) We have to round them up and bring them back!
(Diavolo) Yes, absolutely. By using a camera similar to the one used to capture them initially, we ought to be able to return them to the page again.
If I'm not mistaken, however, that particular model got discontinued a while ago. This handbook itself is incredibly ancient, after all... On second thought, I might have seen a similar camera at the Demon Lord's Castle. MC, do you mind lending me hand?
(Change locations from RAD Library to Diavolo's Bedroom)
Aha, there it is! Thank goodness. I found a camera we might be able to use in my collection. That said, I don't quite recall when I bought it... Perhaps I ought to check if it still works before we attempt to use it. I'll take a photo of this plant first.
(MC) Where'd it go?
(Diavolo) It's inside this camera. Next, I'll take a photo of this blank sheet of paper. Now, watch... And just like that, the object stored within the camera got transferred to the page! If I then rip up this page... I can restore the subject I shot to its original state.
Yes, I believe we'll be able to repair the torn out page by using this camera. First, we'll photograph and transfer the animals to this blank notebook. Once that's done, we can repair the torn page and return the animals to their original state.
Now that that's decided, let's search for our escaped animal friends!
Part Three
(Change locations from Diavolo's Bedroom to Forest path)
(Diavolo) The animals that escaped must be hiding in this forest. No other place could be better suited for a small critter to ensconce itself or shelter in than this forest.
...Look at the top of that tree, MC. Do you see it? There's a devil squirrel right there. See how the fur on its chest is speckled with gray and brown? It has the same coloring as the squirrel that escaped from the library. I'm sure of it. Let's take a photo of it, shall we?
...It's no use. The branches are obstructing my view. It seems like we're unable to store our subject inside the camera unless we get a full-body shot of it. That's going to be difficult from this vantage point.
(MC) What if we try luring it out with some fruits?
(Diavolo) That's a brilliant idea! It just so happens there's some crimson dogwood growing behind you too. Let's use it to lure the devil squirrel towards us.
(MC) I'll handle that!
(Diavolo) Excellent! I shan't miss this photo opportunity. Let our operation commence. All right, MC. First, float the crimson dogwood fruit towards the devil squirrel until it's within its field of vision.
(white magic flashes)
...Yes, that's it! The squirrel seems to noticed it too. Now, bring it a bit closer and gradually lure the squirrel towards us.
(MC) Whoops, it grabbed it!
(Diavolo) That's all right. We still have some crimson dogwood fruits left. Let's give it another shot. Devil squirrels are extremely fleet-footed, so be careful not to let it get too close to the fruit. Observe its movements carefully and keep its prize just shy of arms reach.
...Yes, just like that! Excellent work, MC. I should be able to get a good shot of it from this distance. Now, slowly place the fruit in front of the devil squirrel. *chuckle* It's gobbling it right up. Now's our chance... There, got it! I managed to capture it on film and store it inside the camera. Let me transfer it to the notebook like so, and... There, that should do it!
(MC) That's a lovely photo.
(Diavolo) Thanks to you, I was able to capture its animated expression. Let's continue photographing the rest of the animals in the same manner!
Part Four
(Change locations from the Forest path to Glowing forest)
(Diavolo) That over there is a black-tailed canary. Given that black-tailed canaries aren't native ton this forest...there's no mistaking it's the one that escaped from the book. Could you hold this flower up, MC? I want you to raise it slightly so the canary can see it.
Black-tailed canaries love the nectar this flower produces, so it ought to come to us of it's own accord once it sees us.
(MC) Looks like it's enjoying the flower.
(Diavolo) It most likely came over immediately since this flower doesn't grow in this forest. That's a lovely composition for a photograph... So much so, in fact, it seems a shame to shoot it on this camera alone. Do you mind if I take a photo on my D.D.D as well?
(MC) You should be in the photo too, Diavolo.
(Diavolo) That's a fantastic idea! Let's use the front-facing camera like Asmodeus does when he takes selfies... Does that seem about right? All right then. Three, two, one...
There, I maganed to get a good photo! Your smile is especially lovely, MC. I'll make sure to forward it to you later. Now then, let's move on to the actual shoot.
(time passes)
Hmm... Judging from the torn-out page, there ought to be only one animal left. Where could it be, I wonder?
(MC) What kind of animal are we looking for, exactly?
(Diavolo) That's just it- I haven't a clue. The page was torn off to begin with, and besides, there were dozens of animals on it. It would be nearly impossible to check which animals we've captured against the original list. The only thing I know for certain is that it's not very large... Let's keep at it for just a bit longer. If we still can't find it, we can try searching somewhere else next.
...Hm? I don't recall seeing a flower like this here before.
(white magic flashes)
It moved!
(MC) It glared at us!
(Diavolo) While plenty of flowers are capable of moving... this isn't actually a flower now, is it?
This is a wonder fox take a good look at this area. Although they're cleverly folded, you can still see that it has ears. It camouflaged itself to blend in with the trees and foliage of the forest. No wonder we didn't spot it earlier. Like the other animals that escaped, wonder foxes aren't native to this forest either.
That means this is the very last animal we're after. Perhaps it's meeker than we thought, seeing as it's making no move to attack despite glaring at us. I'll hurry up and take a photo of it then. There. The page is now complete!
Thank you for seeing this quest through to the end with me. Remember how I mentioned The Devildom's Handbook of Photography Techniques was an old book? Given how old it is, the animals preserved in it' pages must have gotten used to living inside the book by now. As a result, there's no guarantee they would have survived again after all these years. I'm truly relieved them all. I must thank you for all your hard work, MC.
(MC) How about a kiss then?
(Diavolo) That's a very sweet request.
(screen flashes black)
Was that good enough?... If you're not quite satisfied, I'd be happy to set aside ample time for us once we've repaired the rest of the book. please think of what you'd like to do in private, just you and me.
She’s quick-talking, always moving, and has a habit of doodling ideas on napkins, walls, and sometimes Levi’s face when he falls asleep during movie marathons. She’s eternally optimistic, even in the darkest corners of the Devildom, Zen sees beauty worth sketching. Her empathy can disarm even the coldest demon, and her energy feels like a sugar rush personified.
Though human, Zen possesses a mysterious “Soul Canvas” ability: her drawings can momentarily manifest emotions or memories into reality. When she sketches with strong feeling, her art comes to life, though usually in chaotic ways (think: mini bat wings flying off her notebook, or hearts literally floating out of her art when she’s happy). Some demons whisper that her ability is a trace of celestial creation energy, once belonging to an angelic muse who inspired even the stars to shine.
🩸 Relationships!!
Lucifer: Simultaneously exasperated and impressed by her energy. He secretly keeps one of her doodles in his office because it calms him down.
Mammon: They’re partners-in-crime. She once redesigned his jacket with rhinestones and now he refuses to wear anything else.
Leviathan: Instant friendship through art and fandoms. Zen often turns his favorite anime moments into stickers and posters.
Satan: Loves her creativity and emotional intelligence. They have long talks about the philosophy of creation and emotion.
Asmodeus: Best fashion buddies. They collab on designs constantly. They also have a “Cuteness Power Hour” every Friday.
Beelzebub: She always brings him snacks while working on art. He protects her like a sister (but also thinks her cooking is oddly magical).
Belphegor: Pretends to be annoyed by her energy but finds her presence comforting. She doodles on his pillow when he naps.
🩸 Fun Facts
Her magic marker never runs out of ink (a gift from Diavolo).
Her room is a disorganized disaster of sketchbooks, neon lights, and stuffed animals.
She gives each of the brothers personalized enamel pins she designed herself.
Barbatos swears her energy messes with time magic somehow, but he can’t explain why.
If yall wanna hear more lmk!! I luv her sm. Believe it or not, I love the color pink…
And of course, if the situation were switched, you wouldn’t have minded.
In fact, you would have expected it.
But you are you and Mammon is Mammon.
So of course, his leniency for being ignored is next to zero.
He leans against the front door inside the common room of the House of Lamentation. And he looks at his watch.
4:00
4:00
You’re an hour late.
And of course, Mammon tried to play it cool at first, swiping through his D.D.D with an unimpressed look on his face. He’s cool. Nonchalant. His brothers can’t know he’s internally freaking out;
Because he’s totally not.
Of course not. No way. Not over you of all people.
But he can’t hide the jitters so graciously given to him by his nervous system.
“Are you being stood up?”, Satan calls from a nearby armchair in the room, not bothering to look up from what he’s reading.
“I ain’t being stood up! They’ll be here, they’re just…busy. Yeah, that’s it. They’re busy.”
Asmo lays upside down on the couch, scrolling on his own D.D.D.
“Of course they stood him up, they’d much rather go on a date with mwah”, he gloats from his position.
“Oi! Shut up will ya?!”, Mammon screams back, now standing rigidly, hands balled up at his side in anger, leaning into the conversation, ready to make it an argument.
As he takes another breath to get a word out, Satan cuts him off.
“Where were you going anyway?”
“Yeah, where?”, Asmo brightly echos back.
Mammon sighs, body relaxing as he slouches back into his leaning position.
“We were supposed to go to Devil Coast ‘bout an hour ago. But of course MC ain’t got a bone of urgency in their body.”
He grunts, frustratingly looking down at his D.D.D. Twenty-five messages. No replies. What was up with ya?
Asmo cackles wildly, “Maybe they forgot about you, hm?”
Mammon’s face begins to heat up with anger.
“Listen here you little-”
Satan once again cuts him off. “We all know there’s no way they’d forget about Mammon. He’s much too loud”, he says, turning his page.
“Would y’all shuddup? Jeez”, Mammon’s tone becomes lethal in a way his brothers know they should stop pushing, so they do, shooting each other concerned glances.
“Have they texted you back at all?”, questions Satan.
Mammon sighs, “No, not yet.”
He looks down at his phone, scrolling through your message thread.
2:50 PM
Mammon: Yo! Ready to go?
Mammon: I’m by the front door, I’ll be waitin’ for ya.
Mammon: Remember to bring your coat ya dummy, cause I ain’t letting’ you borrow mine this time!
Mammon: Okay
Mammon: Maybe I would let ya borrow it if you really needed it and were shivering and stuff and needed The Great Mammon’s help to warm ya up.
Mammon: But you gotta say please 😜
2:57 PM
Mammon: Alright, where are ya?
Mammon: Thought we agreed on 3:00
Mammon: Do ya need more time gettin’ ready?
Mammon: Tryin’ to look good for your first, huh?
Mammon: I’ll wait a little longer for ya.
3:10 PM
Mammon: Hurry it up, will ya?
Mammon: I understand wantin’ to look nice, but it’s ten after! Ten!
Mammon: Ya know, you’re the only human that keeps me waitin’ like this!
3:30 PM
Mammon: Okay, yer bein’ kinda ridiculous right now.
Mammon: I mean come on, ya gotta date with Mammon. THE Mammon. Ya know how lucky you are?
Mammon: Alotta people would kill to be in your position.
3:35 PM
Mammon: But of course I wouldn’t go with them. I wouldn’t go on a date with anyone but you, okay?
Mammon: That’s why you need to get yer ass down here!
3:40 PM
Mammon: You’ve got some nerve makin’ THE Mammon wait around for ya!
3:45 PM
Mammon: Whatever, isn’t like I wanted to go out with ya anyway.
Mammon: I was doin’ this for you, ya know.
Mammon: Why would I wanna be see around with some lousy human?
Mammon: What am I, yer babysitter?
3:55 PM
Mammon: Look, I didn’t mean that, alright?
Mammon: Please come down.
“Are you sure they’re not asleep?”, Satan ponders curiously.
“Nah, I don’t think so. We’ve been talkin’ about this for weeks”, Mammon says defeatedly, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck.
“Are you sure they’re okay?”, Asmo asks, voice laced with concern.
“Okay?!”, Mammon shoots his attention to the avatar of lust. “Wah- what- why wouldn’t they be okay?”
Asmo looks around sheepishly, bringing his nails up to his lips to bite them, something he never does unless he’s either A) super stressed or B) covering something up.
Mammon steps towards his brother, anger beginning to boil, knowing what his mannerisms mean. “Whadda you know that I don’t?! C’mon, spill it!”
The urgency in his voice compels Asmo to speak, knowing how sensitive his brother is when it comes to you.
“Well… I promised them I wouldn’t tell you…”
“Tell me what?!”
His brother remains quiet for a moment.
“Asmo…”, Mammon threatens dangerously.
“Ugh, okay I’ll tell you”, Asmo sighs, mumbling quickly under his breath, “MC, please forgive me!”
Mammon stares at his brother impatiently as he starts,
“Well, MC came to me the other day after class. I knew something was wrong because there were tears in their beautiful eyes”, Asmo lays his hand across his forehead as if he were faint.
“Skip the dramatics and keep talkin’!”
“Okay, sheesh. So MC came to me and told me they haven’t been feeling very good lately.”
“What, are they sick or somthin’?”
“No no, nothing like that. More like, their brain feels sick? They said they don’t really know why, but they’ve been feeling bad about themselves lately - which I told them was totally ridiculous! AND I offered them a full makeover WITH facial and they denied it, but that always makes ME feel better.”
Asmo pouts before continuing, “Plus, with all the extra work Lucifer and Lord Diavolo have been giving them with the student council, they said they feel like they’re under so much pressure, they’re gonna crack soon.”
“Why ain’t they tellin’ me any of this!?”
“Because,” Asmo says annoyed, “they don’t want to upset you!”
“What? That’s ridiculous!”, exclaims Mammon.
Asmo matches his volume, “I know right?! That’s what I told them! But they said you were so excited about your date that they didn’t wanna ruin it- hey, where are you going!?”, Asmo yells as Mammon walks out of the room.
“Where’d ya think! I’m gonna go talk to MC!”, Mammon yells back.
So that’s why you weren’t there? You’ve been hurting? For awhile it seems, and you didn’t tell him?
He’s gotta admit, he’s a little hurt. But he knows this isn’t about him right now.
It’s about you.
Mammon didn’t know he would be nervous to see you until he was standing in front of your door. What if says the wrong thing and makes it worse? What if he can’t help you at all? What if he made you feel this way?
Okay. He realizes with that last one that he’s spiraling. Time to fix this.
He lifts a shaky hand to your door, knocking three times rhythmically - the one you know is his knock. And only his.
He cringes when he hears your weak voice choke out a small “come in”.
The room is dark; All the lights are out and it’d be pitch black save for the window next to your bed, illuminating your form, a shivering lump hiding under your blanket.
He lets out a sigh as he walks further in. He should have known about this. He should have been able to pick up on this. Boyfriend of the year, huh?
You sniffle as you pop your head out from under your hiding place.
“H-hey Mams”, you hiccup, giving away the tears that still stream down your face. “I-I’m sorry I ruined our date. I should have texted you, I-I just…”
Mammon walks till he’s leaning right over you, hands on his hips. “Uh-uh, I don’t care about that right now. What I do care about is you, mainly why didn’t ya tell me you were feelin’ like this before our date?”
The tone is his voice gives way to his own hurt, and you can’t help but start to cry again at the sound of it, knowing it’s your fault.
“Shh, shhh,” he quickly sits down on the bed next to you and puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. “I ain’t mad at ya or anything, I just wanna know why.”
He knows why; Asmo told him. But, he wants to hear it from you.
You pull your arm out from under the blanket (and Mammon’s hold) to wipe your face. “I’m fine really, it’s just”, you sniffle, but Mammon cuts you off.
“Ya clearly not, c’mon MC”, he says, oceanic eyes meeting yours and - it’s hard not to crack under that gaze. “Tell me what’s the matter, please.”
Mammon stares at you in silence, signaling that it’s your turn to talk, and he would quietly listen. As long as you trust him, he’d always listen to whatever it is you have to say, no matter what.
You sit up a little straighter, pulling your arm out from under the comforter to wipe your tears. Composing yourself, you look into his eyes. His face softens at the sight.
Clearing your throat you start, “I don’t know. I’ve just been so overwhelmed.”
“Overwhelmed with what? All that work Lucifer and Lord Diavolo keep pushin’ on you? Tell ‘em to shove it!”
You shoot him a dangerous look. “We both know I can’t do that.”
“Sure ya can, I do it all the time!”, Mammon proudly declares, making you smile brightly and chuckle.
“And you always end up hanging from the rafters”, you laugh.
“I never said I got away with it”, he replies, smiling just as brightly back.
Your giggle peters out as you begin to speak again. “I’ve got so much more work to do and so little time to do it”, you frown. “And I’ve been pushing myself really hard! And- I dunno. I guess it’s taking a toll on me.”
“Yeah, Asmo said you were havin’ it pretty rough.”
At the mention of Asmo’s name, you shoot upwards in shock.
“He told you?!”
“Course he did. Did ya forget which ones of us you can trust with secrets?”.
You grumble in anger. “That little - UGH! I’m gonna kill him.”
“Let’s put murder on the back burner,” Mammon says, pushing your shoulder to lay you back down in your slouching position. “How’s ‘bout ya tell me what’s really bothering’ ya and I’ll help ya threaten the primadonna later, yeah?”.
You give him the side eye, but collapse under his gaze. Curse those eyes! You swear he can put you under some kind of truth spell with those things.
“Fine. I guess… it’s just… I…”
“Any day now, Treasure.”
You make an exasperated noise and glare at him. “You know it’s not fair to use that word on me when I’m upset.”
“When you’re upset at me. And yer not upset at me right now, right? Please say right”, he finishes his sentence with a sense of urgency, now worried that he could be the cause.
He’s wracking his brain for anything he could have said or done recently that made you upset. Are you mad at him cause he teased you the other day when you did your makeup differently. He told ya he only did it cause he liked it. Are you mad because he cheated off of you in potions class? Well, he’s your first, dammit! You should be helping him anyways. That’s what a loyal subject does.
“No, no it’s not you. I just haven’t been feeling very good about myself lately.”
“What! That’s ridiculous!”, he shouts and - he’s trying to be helpful in his own way, but his raising voice makes you wince. He notices, quickly shifting his tone. “I mean, what’s there not to like, doll.”
You smile to yourself at the nickname. He’s trying his hardest to be sweet. You should try your hardest to let him in on your thoughts a bit too.
“I don’t like the way I look. I’m not pretty, I’m not cool, I don’t even know what you see in me.”
“Don’t be dumb, MC!”
“Mammon, look at you! You’re you. You’re one of the seven demon lords of hell, you’re a whole model, and you’re one of the coolest guys I’ve ever met - Devildom, Human Realm, or celestial! You know you’re hot, so I’m worried…”, you trail off quietly.
“Worried bout what, MC?”, he asks at your hesitance, worry evident in his eyes. He places his hand on top of yours on the bed without breaking eye contact.
“…I’m worried that one day you’ll realize you’re too good for me and leave.”
“Leave? Whaddaya talkin’ about? How would I leave? I live here too ya know”, he says, poking your nose.
“You know what I mean, Mammon”, you say swiping his hand away from your face. “You’ll leave me.”
Mammon rolls his eyes, waving a hand towards your direction dismissively. “Oh yeah, I’ll leave you alright. That’s exactly why I was waitin’ for ya at the door for an hour to take ya on a date. Cause I wanna leave ya soooo bad. Do ya see how ridiculous you sound?”.
You sigh, eyes looking towards the bedsheets as you play with his hand that has found its way back to yours. You don’t look up as you speak. “See, I didn’t even come down for our date. Or text you. I just moped around up here. Im a terrible partner. And I’m sure you’re gonna realize it soon.”
Mammon makes a ‘tch’ noise with his tongue, before grabbing you by the chin and making you look into his eyes, making you gasp in surprise.
“And ya think I’m such a great boyfriend, huh? I’m just the best? The guy who spends his free time at the casino runnin’ up scams? The guy who used ta blame his screw ups on ya to get outta trouble? Yeah MC, I’m a real peach. Cream of the crop if ya ask me”, he lectures, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“What are you trying to say”, you question, grabbing his wrist to take his hand off your chin, to which he carefully obliges.
“I’m sayin’ that I’m not so great myself. But you still love me, right?
“Yeah, and?”
“Exactly. I’ve got flaws, we’ve all got flaws, even father had flaws, clearly”, he mumbles the last part under his breath.
“I wouldn’t stop lovin’ ya over any dumb thing like looks or status. In fact, I can’t think of a single reason why I’d stop lovin’ ya, ya dumb human. Sorry ‘boutcha luck, but yer stuck with The Great Mammon forever”, he jokes, ruffling your hair.
“What about when I die? I’m human, you’ll outlive me by a long shot. Don’t you want to be with someone, I don’t know, with the same…life span as you?”
“Nah, I’ll still love your dumbass skeleton when you’re a stupid ghost.”
“How romantic.”
“Listen. My point is I’m yours and you’re mine. That ain’t changin’, alright? And I’m not mad ‘bout our date, we’ll reschedule it. Just next time, ya could let me know before I stand by the front door for over an hour like a jackass. My brothers got enough to make fun of me over already.”
He pulls a little smile out of you with that last one.
“And about all that student council junk Lucifer and Lord Diavolo keep thrown’ on ya, I’ll talk to them. Maybe they’ll let you divide it up between all of us, alright?”.
You sniffle, wiping your face once more and shaking your head in an affirmative nod. “Sounds good. Thank you, Mams. I’m sorry.”
“C’mon now, quit yer apologizin’. It’s fine. You apologize for somethin’ like that again, I’m tellin’ Beel you ate his pudding from Madam Screams.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, I’ll dare alright, ‘n then some”, he jokes, tackling you to the bed. “Why don’t we watch a movie or somethin’. You gotta make up the lost date time you owe me.”
You laugh at his antics, agreeing. “Okay, okay. I’m on it.”
As you sit in front of your shared DVD collection to pick tonight’s selection, you throw your voice over your shoulder.
“Hey Mams?”
“Yeah?”, he asks from his spot on your bed, scrolling on his D.D.D.
