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prrplwtch · 4 years

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Angst hc request??? How would the brothers react to MC (gender neutral pls) breaking up with them for different reasons?? 😭😭😭😭 (Like, for lucifer it could be feeling like diavolo comes first, asmo bcos u think he might cheat, satan for anger issues, etc, etc??

Hi :) Thanks for the ask 💜

Lucifer:

Lucifer does not see the breakup coming. To him everything is normal and he does not even suspect that his s/o might be unhappy.

Though if he was completely honest with himself, there probably were signs. But our boy is too proud to acknowledge that something is wrong.

When MC asks to have a talk Lucifer cannot even imagine that it would be the break up convo.

When MC informs him that they are breaking up with him, he feels like the ground is gone from under his feet.

He does not show his distress of course - and tries to not show his anger as much as he can. He tries to act as “icy” towards MC as possible

When he hears that it is because of Diablo, he wants to scream - his devotion, the deal he made so many years ago literally took everything from him.

He’ll never show it of course.

After the break up conversation, he does not talk to MC, unless absolutely necessary, and even then acts “icy”.

On the inside, Lucifer is not sure if he wants the exchange program to end immediately so that he never has to see MC again, or if he wants it to last as long as possible - because he is still hoping against hope that MC will return to him.

Internally very sad and though he tries not to show it his brothers know. His temper becomes worse, his punishments harsher.

Lucifer finds himself losing all hope of ever having another meaningful romantic relationship - because he is still deeply in love with MC and because he thinks that whoever else he meets would probably also not deal to well with his devotion to Diablo.

Mammon:

Mammon had been sensing that something was off for a while, but whenever he asked, MC would simply brush it off.

Then one day when MC tells Mammon that they want to talk, Mammon acts all confident, but on the inside he is super anxious. Cue a lot of “The Great Mammon” mentions leading up to the fateful break up conversation.

Even though he was worried for a while that MC wants to break up, when MC actually says it, it hurts. And hurts a lot.

He tries not to show it of course, but, unlike Lucifer, he does not have the best poker face, so he is pretty sure MC can see that he is about to cry.

When he hears that the reason for the break up is that MC finds him unreliable, his heart completely shatters.

Mammon does not even finish the conversation - he runs out of the room, out of the House of Lamentation and is not seen for at least a week. His brothers are worried, but he does not respond to texts or calls - he simply cannot be in the same house as MC or around them at all.

Eventually, Mammon has to return to the house. It hurts a lot to be back, and he tries his best to avoid MC. The best way he can think of is to either be locked in his room or to go out.

Trying to distract himself from the pain of the heartbreak, Mammon gambles and goes out a lot. He does not even care what others think - if even MC called him unreliable, there is no hope for him now.

Mammon cannot wait until the exchange program is over - every time he sees MC, it hurts so much, that he can hardly bear it.

Becomes more depressed as time passes, since MC was an important source of emotional support for him and one of the few people who treated him well.

Leviathan

Levi still could not believe that someone like him could have landed a s/o like MC, so when they initiate a break up conversation he reacts surprisingly calmly.

During the break up conversation, a lot of self deprecating comments like “of course I knew you didn’t actually like a yucky otaku like me”.

While he is putting up a brave face, on the inside he is hurting. And it hurts even more when he learns that the reason for the break up are his interests - such is anime and video games.

Levi feels kind of betrayed - he shared everything that he loved with MC and he thought that they genuinely shared his passions, but as it turns out they did not.

Wants the break up conversation to be over as soon as possible.

Gets really sad and sulky after it is over and does not leave his room for a very long while, spending all his time on his anime and video games, feeling that they are a source of stability in his life, as they would not leave him.

During a particularly bad evening thinks about getting rid of his games and anime, since they seem to be the reason that MC left, but does not because then he thinks he would be left with nothing.

Misses so much school and so many family gatherings, that his brothers are legitimately worried.

Refuses to leave his room or go to class until the exchange program is over and he does not have to see MC everywhere ever again.

Still keeps the picture he took with MC where they are both in cosplay and happy. Often finds himself holding it and crying.

Does not really get over the break up, even after MC has long left the Devildom.

Satan

Satan was surprised that he had met such a lovely person who was able to handle his temper. However, in the last few weeks he definitely noticed MC pulling away, especially after he lets his temper get the better of him.

So when MC asks to have a conversation, Satan knows that it is probably about his anger issues.

What Satan does not expect, however, is that instead of trying to work something out, MC chooses to leave him. Although, if he was being honest, he does not exactly blame MC, as he knows his temper can be difficult.

Still, the break up stings, and Satan would try and avoid MC for a while. Luckily it is easy - Satan likes spending time in his room reading, and MC now has no reason to come by.

Though Satan acts unaffected, on the inside he is hurting and feels angry with himself. He should have been better at containing his temper, he should not have allowed his rage to overcome him.

Strong feelings of self-loathing, since he knows that being angry is part of his nature and there is nothing he can do with himself.

Still, he knows that he cannot hide out in his room for all eternity, so eventually he goes back to spending time in common areas of the house.

Whenever he interacts with MC he is always pointedly polite, but it still really hurts him on the inside to see MC.

Feels that despite his best efforts, his temper is getting worse. Things that used to not provoke much reaction out of him now cause huge rage storms. The more he rages the more he hates himself.

After MC leaves the Devildom, he is equally sad and relieved. He does not think he will ever meet anyone again, but he also does not think that he deserves to be loved because of his temper.

Asmodeus

Asmo has a vast experience of being in different relationships, so he can sense early when something is off, even despite MC telling him that everything is fine.

Still, when the break up conversation happens, Asmo is really hurt - MC is the first person he really opened up to, the first person with whom he felt truly intimate on more than just physical level, and having that taken away is quite hard.

When he hears that the reason MC is breaking up with his is because they fear that he may cheat on them, his heart completely shatters.

Asmo is naturally flirty, as makes sense for the avatar of lust, but he had never cheated on MC and was never planning to do.

Asmo tries to act light hearted about the break up, but on the inside he is really hurting from MC’s accusations.

So once he is a free man once again, he does the only thing that makes sense - goes to the club to try and get with as many people as possible. The pain doesn’t go away, of course, but that does not mean that Asmo would stop trying to figure out just how many one-night stands it takes to heal a broken heart.

Even his brothers are worried for him - though it is common for Asmo to sleep with many different demons, he had never slept with just SO MANY demons in such a short period of time.

The more time Asmo spends in the arms of his temporary lovers, the less time he has to run into MC.

Asmo realizes that after having true emotional intimacy with someone - the relationships build on purely physical intimacy are not fulfilling anymore. But he does not get emotionally intimate with anyone - in part, because he does not feel like anyone can give him the love MC did and in part because he does not feel like he deserves it due to his nature.

When MC leaves, Asmo takes it really hard because there is still a huge empty space in his heart and no amount of temporary lovers was able to fill that.

Beelzebub

Beel does not even suspect that MC is unhappy. To him everything is fine, because MC acts like everything is fine.

So he ends up completely blind-sided by MC’s request to have a serious conversation about their relationship.

Beel’s heart shatters, when MC tells him they are leaving him - and shatters again when MC says that his eating is the problem. Beel had no idea, but as it turns out, MC is tired of their entire dating and daily life revolving around food, so they don’t want to be with him anymore.

Beel is very sad, and he shows it. After MC leaves Beel does what he usually does when he is feeling upset - goes to the kitchen and eats. The more he eats, the more self resentment he starts feeling.

He saw MC as this amazing person in his life, who loved and cared for him, and now he lost them simply because he could not control his appetite. Beel feels pathetic.

Thus starts the vicious cycle where the sadder he gets, the more he eats and the more he hates himself. It does not take long until Beel feels completely depressed.

He tries to avoid MC, but he still wants to see them because a part of him still cares for them. Luckily avoiding MC does not seem that hard, since they never venture into the kitchens anymore.

Beel really wants to get back with MC, but he understands that they will not take him back because his eating is out of control, and that makes him really sad.

When MC leaves Devildom, Beel finds himself falling into despair, and even Belphie cannot quite help him get out of it.

Belphegor

Belphie, just like his twin, also did not realize that MC was unhappy with their relationship because to him everything seemed fine - they spent plenty time together in the attic room, napped together and talked.

However, he feels suspicious when MC asks to have a conversation with him - he can feel that something is off.

When MC says that they want to break up, he is sad, but definitely tries to hide it. He becomes especially sad when he learns that MC wants to break up because they feel like he is not putting enough effort into their relationship.

A part of him is angry - he thought that MC enjoyed things they did together, such as their naps and conversations, and he lets MC know that he is upset. It is not a pretty break up.

After that, he makes it his mission to avoid MC. It is very easy, since the break up made him so sad that the only thing he seems to want to do is stay in his attic room and sleep.

His brothers get worried when he does not show up for meals for a few days, but when they go to check on him, the door is locked.

Belphie is feeling mostly two emotions - sadness and anger. Inside him, resentment towards MC starts to brew. Nonetheless, he knows that he would not act on that resentment because a part of him still cares for her.

Belphie does not really see MC after they broke up, maybe only on a couple of occasions. Because he mostly spends his days sleeping he does poorly at school and gets in trouble with Lucifer because he has to repeat a year.

Belphie once again finds himself feeling hatred towards humans.

When the MC leaves Devildom it’s a relief, but Belphie still continues with his self-destructive habits.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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demonprosecutor · 4 years

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that sad belphie post i made a long time ago that @beelsbreakfast asked me to make a fic about

She dreams of that moment often, the bruises around her neck, the static creeping across her vision, and the laughter that rings mocking in her ears. She dreams of that darkness, dreams of the voice that never comes and dreams of being buried six feet under and dirt on her casket. Sometimes, she wakes up with Mammon curled up at her side, other times she doesn’t, and she’s left sitting up in the darkness of her room, sweat slicking her skin and blankets clutched to her chest as she tries not to cry (but fails, she always failed).

Mammon, Amihan knows, is concerned --- in that sweet, blustering way of his, his body curving towards her like the swaying of an ancient oak. But even he, the second-born, second-strongest, wouldn’t be able to protect her from the monsters of her own making. “Ya look like shit,” he says, a whisper that curls against her cheek, thumb brushing against the dark bags under her eyes.

Death, Amihan finds, changes people and the careless joy she had once felt had disappeared. This was another grave marked in the cemetery of her mind, hands aching with the effort to claw at the dirt. She smiles up at him, placing a hand on his chest, “not as shitty as you,” Amihan teases gently --- turning her head just enough to allow for his palm to cradle her cheek.

There’s heartbreak written all over his features, a brand of fury that comes being helpless. She can see his free hand flexing at his side, like he wanted nothing more than to whisk her into his room and never let her go. Protect her in the way he couldn’t when he held her dying body in his arms.

(sometimes, her nightmares consist of a door and the people that waited for her behind it. Was it right to stay?)

Mammon rolls his eyes, quirk of lip that reveals the glinting sharpness of his canine, the cockiness diminished with the cute blush that was always prevalent whenever they had moments like this – intimacy that rests quiet and sweet amid the chaos of the Devildom. In a better life, in a simpler one, she could fall in love with Mammon (like in the way she knew he loved her), but she couldn’t. Did she really deserve this devotion? “You—I just… You know I’ll always p-protect you.”

But was that the case? I died already once. But she keeps her thoughts to herself, running her hand down his arm and tangling their fingers together with a smile. “I know.” Amihan says soothingly, heart aching at the way he nods furiously, a puppy in his love and affection. But there are things you can’t protect me from. Monsters of my own making, monsters of my own making, monsters of my own making.

No matter how hard Belphegor tried, and he made valiant efforts, to his credit, but like an animal harmed --- Amihan equated him with pain and fear. They see it, as clear as day, the way her behavior shifts: eyes watchful like a hawk’s, body coiled tight with tension and voice that shook no matter how hard she tried to hold back that waver. It angered them, it infuriated them, it broke them. But as much as they loved her, they loved Belphegor just as much, so they were left to watch.

----

Lucifer watches her sometimes, the way she stands in front of a mirror, touching the ring of fading bruises around her neck, eyes rimmed red and angry before her fist lashes out and shatters the glass with a scream of rage that tapers off to sobbing. Blood smears on glass and he appears at her side, cradling her hand and chiding her gently, the soft croon of someone attempting to console a grieving person. You’re ok now, I promise. You think I would lie to you about that? You’re safe, you’re safe, you’re safe. The promise rest heavy in his heart, knows that heaven and earth and hell would tremble in wake of his ferocity if it meant that she wouldn’t be scared any longer.

---

Mammon watches her sometimes, the way her brow furrows in her sleep and fingers clinging to the sheets and sweat beading at her forehead. She always whispers something under her breath: I know who you are, Lilith come back. I know who you are. Before she whimpers, thrashing in the sheets (Mammon’s learned to not try and restrain her, she woke up in a panic attack that had the rest of his brothers crowding into his room, fire flickering in their eyes and the ozone of power clouding his room) before Amihan wakes up with an animal shriek --- hand flying to her throat.

She hates crying, he knows that, but there’s a sickly-satisfied part of himself that relishes in the knowledge of this rawness being for himself, pulling her into his arms and rocking them until the sobs subside to hiccups. “What was your dream this time?” Mammon would whisper into her hair, and she would shake her head. The dreams were her own burden to bear. “Ok, ok, ya silly human. Let’s go back t’sleep.” And he would pull them down to sleep, not sleeping until her breathing evens out.

---

Leviathan watches her sometimes, the way she zoned off during their anime marathons, the melancholy that droops her features and whenever she gets like that, Levi knows better than to try and coax her into conversation. Silence, he found, can just as be loud as noise and those times he had yelled at her to quiet down filled him with regret – anything, anything, is what he would do just to see a glimpse of her smile.

“I wish I could be better, but…” She looks at him, curious, eyes deader than dead and Levi shudders, his heart aching in a way that he’s never felt before. But what? What could you give her that could bring her back? “… I’m not good at this.” His face flushes, “Still… I just want you to be happy and I’ll do anything for you and---” His tangent is halted with her hand on his, the blush deepening at the small smile. He’s filled with something --- love and affection, Levi thinks wildly. And he pulls her close, arms around her body, small and lean. “If… if you want.. we can have a sl-sleepover. And we can talk and I can listen.” Because that’s the only thing he can do at this point.

---

Satan watches her sometimes, the way she no longer smiled at her books, never looked up with some hopeful quote laying sweet on her lips. Death changes people, he’s realized, witnessing it firsthand, she’s realized that she wasn’t infallible any longer. Even with their protection that Amihan can still get hurt – it was unfortunate that it was one of the brothers that had harmed her in the first place. Their shoulders press together, a line of heat that he can clearly feel, so distracting that he’s reread the same sentence for 10 minutes now, so embroiled in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice Amihan watching him until the soft rasp of paper turning ceased. “A penny for your thoughts?” He turns his head and watches as she waves her hand, a human penny appearing between her fingers, chuckling alongside her. It had taken her a while to get a hang of that trick.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you smile.” Satan curses himself at the way the tentative smile falls, her gaze averting to a distance that he cannot see. Sometimes, no matter how close she was, it felt like she was miles away.

She chuckles mirthlessly, flicking the coin in the air with a crisp ring before it lands in her palm. Tails. “I guess it’s been a while since I’ve been happy.” That hurts Satan for some reason because was he not enough to make her happy? However, he’s grown past that juvenile part of himself and halts his tongue. This wasn’t about him, but her. The sad woman holding a penny in her hands and the stars dying in her eyes.

“What can I do to help?”

Amihan doesn’t answer for some time before grabbing his hand and pressing a penny into his palm, her expression thoughtful. “Be there for me?” As if she ever needed to ask, as if there was any question. Satan must’ve nodded because the relief on her face was visible before she lays her head on his shoulder and they continue to read well into the night.

---

Asmodeus watches her sometimes, sitting on the steps and staring out in the eternal twilight of their night. It’s later than what he’s used to, especially considering that sleep deprivation was known to fuck up your skin, but it’s been hard to sleep nowadays, especially with the turmoil that links them both. “It’s a nice night.” He doesn’t move from his place at the doorframe, making sure that his presence was known. Startling Ami had stopped being funny after the first few times she had punched him, ruining his appearance (not that it wasn’t difficult to fix it, but the pretense was all the same). But he didn’t necessarily like the annoyance that seemed darken her features.

She doesn’t turn back to look at him, the only indication that she even was alive was the fact her shoulders lifted and dropped with each breath. “It is. The moon’s very big.” Asmo laughs at that, striding closer and dusting off the step before sitting next to her, allowing the scent of lavender and vanilla to permeate in the air --- normally so cloying and choking, but at that moment, reassured her beyond compare. Without much preamble, he wraps an arm around her shoulders and places his head on hers, cheek pillowed by her locks.

“It’s always big, love.” He squeezes her slightly and Ami’s half-expecting a lewd comment about how his dick is big too, but it doesn’t come and she appreciates the tact. Knows that Asmo knows when to tease and when not to. “Now, I prefer you with a smile on your lips. What’s wrong?” He croons this softly in her ear, more to relax than to entice, but it doesn’t work because he feels her shoulders tighten and then shake like a young earthquake. Her head is bowed and something in his chest squeezes in pain, vicelike grip making it hard for him to breath.

Without much thought, he kneels in front of her, tipping her chin up with a thumb and forefinger, distressed at the agony of Ami’s features – exhaustion evident. She hasn’t slept in so, so long. A ghoul that had stolen her skin. It’s not love he has, Asmo thinks in that introspective moment of his, but it’s close to it, it’s heading to it. He sweeps in, cupping her face and pressing their foreheads together, an action so intimate, an action so sweet that it terrifies him. “Stay with me.” Asmo whispers, their lips so close that he ached to kiss her. But in her grief, he couldn’t. “Not--- Not to have sex or whatever. Rest with me, I’ll hold you and let you rest and maybe we could…”

Grief, as a topic, unnerved him. Such a raw, ugly, visceral emotion that yanked out uncomfortable memories for him, reminded him of things he liked to forget. But the way Ami looked, like the sun choked by the clouds, perhaps, perhaps, he was willing to try. “--- we could do my skincare routine together, that never fails to lift my spirits, sweetheart.” He finishes lamely, pulling back with a rare blush, especially with the way she considered him. Asmo had his fair share of creating beauty eons ago, but she looked at him as though he hung the stars and moon themselves.

He stands up and holds out his hand, something in his chest fluttering when she takes it.

---

Beelzebub watches her sometimes, the way she punches the leather-bound punching bag, hard enough that her knuckles sting and blood wells into the grey of the hand-wraps. He knows a thing or two about trying to escape their inner demons and she, the fragile human, thinks that to escape is to fight it out – to completely exhaust herself until she’s nothing, but a shell of her former self. It hurts to watch her grief, hurts to know that his twin was the product of that hurt, is torn between loyalty to his twin and love for her.

The hits are jarring enough, inelegant enough that Beel knows that Ami is no longer practicing for the sake of practicing, but intending on feeling something other than the hurt that seeped itself into her bones, into all of their bones, because having pacts meant that they were connected to Amihan in ways that no one else could understand.

And he reaches out, gentle hands that curl over aching fists and he’s not surprised to see the tears in her eyes. Ami’s hands shake in his, violently enough that it takes a few seconds for her to stop, not meeting his watchful, quiet gaze, as he unwraps the bandages – clicking his tongue at the raw redness and blood smeared on her knuckles, dragging her over to the first aid kit and cleaning up the small wounds.

Even with his focus stolen by the methodical motions of cleaning her wounds and bandaging it up --- Beel frowns slightly at the way she stared at her hands. “It won’t help, Ami.” He says gently, tilting her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his eyes, just to cement his words firmly into her mind. “Hurting yourself like this won’t help you feel any better.”

Still, still, she laughs bitterly and pulls her chin away from his grasp, hands curling into fists once again. It’s then, Beelzebub realizes, that he knows that she was the type to dwell on hurt, on mistakes, thinking about what could’ve done for this to never happen. “I know,” Ami says, exhausted suddenly. “I just wanted to feel something else.”

Beel has felt grief before and this, this, makes the familiar emotion well up and squeeze his chest and force him to pull her into a small hug. Arms around her and his body curving forward slightly, as if his presence could ward off all the nightmares.

It won’t help, but he could try.

---

Belphegor watches her sometimes, in the careful way she acts around him, that the moment he enters a room, she tenses up and any joviality that was present in her expression mutes itself into caution. His chest seizes every single fucking time because he can clearly remember the times where she never acted like that around him, where all the love and joy and affection flowed from her like an unending fountain.

He does not know love like her’s and he knows that there won’t ever be a sort of love like that ever again for him. It makes him ache to be aware of the fact that this reticence was a product of his own doing and nothing else.

His offers come frequently, stubbornly, even if she declined or if Ami did accept, she would always bring one of his brothers along as a safeguard. And Belphegor wants to shake her by the shoulders, to say: Can’t you see? I’m in love with you! I won’t hurt you anymore!

But in the time, the demon has known Ami, he knows that her deaths and his manipulations will hang above them both. That any happy ending that had been destined has been dashed away the moment he decided: ah yes, I will use her.

There’s a hunger for that love once again. How she bared her soul and heart for him without regard of herself, so naively trusting and sweet that it shook him to the core. But they know to never leave her alone with him for the one time he had cornered her in a room, she had a panic attack so intense that his brothers barged into the room, in their demon forms, frenzied by the idea of a threat harming their precious human. But upon finding Belphegor and Ami on the ground sobbing and curled into a ball, two and two were placed together. They never left her alone with him after that incident

“I love you.” He blurts this out, despite the fact that Mammon was there, despite the rage that rose forth on his older brother’s features to retort, but any venom was halted by Ami’s hand on his arm. Belphegor looks away, rubbing his arm, “I know I hurt you and I know you probably won’t forgive me. But I … After all this time, I love you and I was dumb for not realizing it earlier. Ami… please accept me.

She stares at him, but with a wistful look, smiling sadly. “…The shitty thing about this is that I was ready to forgive you, to throw myself at your feet for any sign of affection and love in return. And I do still love you.” There’s a hopeful expression on Belphie’s face, eyes bright, “but not in the way you want or think you want. You had your chance and you knew all the deep terrible things about me, but you still hurt me. What makes you any better than my parents? That you love me? Because they love me too.”

Ami pushes herself to her feet, and dusts her pants off, “Maybe one day I’ll forgive you, but not now.” She moves to the door, shoulders slumping slightly, Mammon wrapping an around her in reassurance. “this is the bed of your own making, Belphegor. Now lie in it.”

#obey me #aku writing #my writing #aku oc: amihan #whoa this turned out long #and the ending sucks dick because i got tired of it LOL #abuse tw

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the-writers-fandom · 4 years

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P2: no Matter How Much Time Passes

Part two! 4.4k words. Sorry it’s a couple minutes late, had a lot of tech issues.

Mammon felt the hair on his neck stand up. Something clicked in each one of the boys, as they remembered what MC had said in their final moments. Lucifer spoke first,

"You couldn't possibly mean..."

"Don't worry, Lucifer. Yes, when they died they were brought to the Celestial Realm. Thankfully, Solomon had told the angels he was still in contact with about their passing. So the angels have agreed to let MC have a short stay here in the Devildom." Diavolo looked ecstatic as he explained. All were excited, chatting among each other about how happy they all were. Mammon was happy enough to somewhat revert to his jealousness, saying,

"Wait, MC and Solomon really do still talk?"

Even Lucifer smiled, standing to thank Diavolo. The Lord took Lucifer's hand and pulled him into a tight hug.

"I understand how important they were to all of you at one point, even to myself. Though, I must confess something somewhat tragic." All of the boys were quiet again, and Mammon couldn't help but feel his emotions were being toyed with.

"You know how the Celestial Realm works. You make sure your soul is pretty, and then you're granted eternal life as the best version of yourself. This version of MC could be wildly different than the MC you knew sixty years ago. It's likely they'll be older, or younger. Not only that, but we have them for a night. That's it. It may be possible to contact them after the night, but that's not at all set in stone. Understand the situation you are all in. Tonight is the night of the party. You have 6 hours to spend doting over your angel. Use them wisely." Diavolo looked stern, which wasn't usual for him. "Due to the nature of the exchange program, we can't have them on again, before you ask. I'm sorry, boys, but this is the best I could do."

"And we thank you, Lord Diavolo. It's an amazing gift I am not sure neither I, nor my brothers, deserve. We are forever indebted to you.." Lucifer starts, and Diavolo hushes him.

"Now then, let's get on with the decorations. It's already four AM, no time to waste!" He laughed heartily, bringing most of the brothers to exasperated groans or sighs.

Except Mammon, who could barely wrap his head around the entire thing. He stood with his brothers, shuffling out in a file line while he thought.

A large hand slapped onto Mammon's shoulder and he flinched. He looked up at Diavolo, who chuckled fondly at him.

"Mammon, can I give you some... Advice?" It wasn't often the prince of the Devildom lent his advice to anyone, let alone Mammon seeing as he was normally considered the 'scummy' brother. Mammon liked to think that Diavolo saw more than that, but knowing himself, felt that probably wasn't at all true.

"Uh, sure. Can't say I can follow it though, who knows what someone like you is aboutta say?" This made Diavolo laugh again, free hand on his hip. Mammon noticed Lucifer's brief glances at the two as they dragged behind slightly, everyone heading to Diavolo's castle to decorate.

Diavolo stared out at the dark scenery as he spoke quietly. "It's one night, Mammon. I know that you all went to visit a while ago, Lucifer told me all about it. I know your brothers tease you a lot-"

"If that's what you wanna call it."

"It is. And I just want to say, I know you've been hurting over it all. I know he said last time it may be your last chance but Mammon, I'm serious now. Pay attention. This is your last chance. You will likely never ever, ever see them again. I believe that, due to the rules of the Celestial Realm, they should be lucid and able-minded. Say anything and everything that haunts you." Mammon caught the sad glance Diavolo gave towards his right hand man, only a few feet ahead of them. "Or time will pass you by."

Mammon digested what Diavolo said, and thanked him before running ahead a bit to be with his younger brothers.

They all walked into one of Diavolo's magnificent ballrooms, and found Barbatos setting up boxes of decorations.

“Ah, welcome back, My Lord. I’ve brought out the castle decorations. Should I start preparations for dinner?” Barbatos stood up straight, hands behind his back. Diavolo nodded.

“Yes, thank you Barbatos. We have a lot to do here.”

“We? Diavolo, you’ve really already done so much. The boys and I can do this ourselves.” Even through Lucifer’s protests, Diavolo just laughed him off.

“Nonsense. C’mon, let’s get started, we haven’t got all day you know!”

Mammon plopped himself down in one of the many chairs scattered around the edge of the ballroom. He appreciated the work they did, staring at the red, blue, and purple streamers around the ceiling. Just remembering having to use his small wings to get them up there made him annoyed. He noticed the balloons as well, and huffed at the sheer amount of them. He crossed his arms, staring down at the ground.

“Mammon, what’s that in your pocket?” Mammon nearly jumped to his feet hearing Asmo’s voice from behind him.

“Ooh~ Or are you just happy to see me?” Asmodeus giggled, then noticed Mammon shoving the small golden statue deeper into his pocket.

“You’d think that, because MC is coming to visit, you’d be less scummy for one night. I put too much faith in you, Mammon. You’re just as terrible as always, I suppose.”

“Dick. I was just… Borrowing it for later. Don’t you have a leg to be humping or something right now?” Mammon’s voice leaked venom as he spoke. Asmodeus didn’t seem to notice at all, just focusing on fixing his hair.

“Hm, you know, maybe you should let me do your hair sometime. It’d look so much cuter. What do you even do to it?”

“Just, whatever they put in it at the shoots- what’s the point of this Asmo? Why’re ya botherin’ me, huh?” Asmodeus sighed, hand on his chest. It irked Mammon subconsciously that he reminded him so much of Satan. Asmo then crossed his arms,

“You’re no good at distracting anyone. Okay, I’ll bite. I’m worried about tonight.”

“Oh. Uh- why?” Mammon sat back in his chair, attempting to look relaxed while his younger brother confided in him. Asmodeus sat in a chair near Mammon.

“I’ll tell you, if you don’t try to charge me to be my ‘therapist’.”

“That’s a good idea, actually…”

“Mammon. “

Mammon laughed, rolling his wrist in a ‘Go on’ gesture. “Okay. well, I just… I’m worried for MC. What if they want to stay here? Even worse, what if they hate it and want to go back before we get to spend any time with them?” Mammon frowned.

“Yeah, I’ve thought about that too. I don’t think that’ll happen though, they seemed happy before when we visited.”

“They could barely remember their own name! This is different... Circumstance. I just don’t know if I could handle them mentioning

again, whoever that is.”

“You know, Asmodeus, Anne and Asmo are pretty similar. Maybe they meant Asmo when they said it.” Asmodeus shook his head.

“I hope so… I know you had a relationship with them, Mammon.” Mammon was shocked now.

“Well, yeah, I was their first after all.”

“At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if that were true.” Mammon sputtered a bit, unsure of how to respond.

“I mean- yeah. It always was! Shut up.” Mammon crossed his arms, mimicking Asmodeus. Asmo giggled again at that, and Mammon could see that he was feeling better.

“Well, my point was… I’ve always been the charmer- I’m the cute, flirty, beautiful brother.”

“Don’t forget narcissistic- and also vain, and all those words.” Asmodeus smiled brightly,

“Exactly! I’ve always been so good at charming people! It comes so easily to me I forget it’s supposed to be special. So, when I found it didn’t work on MC… I knew their heart was somewhere else already. Then, MC told me that they’d fallen in love...” Asmodeus seemed to stare out at their other brothers, watching Belphie and Lucifer get into a small fight. Mammon watched as well, and for some reason, a sense of homeliness fell over him.

“I knew that they weren’t talking about their husband. I know when somebody is in lust with someone else, it’s in my nature, and that wasn’t the case with you two. They told me never to tell anyone that they ever confided in me, but… They really liked you Mammon. And because I like them, I wanted to tell you now. Don’t mess this up.”

Mammon felt the weight of his heart fall heavier on his shoulders. He nodded, and felt Asmodeus’ hand on his back, patting it gently. “Well- uh. Thanks. For now,” Mammon stood up, patting his pocket. “Imma go find somewhere to cash this new check ’a mine.” Asmo smiled sarcastically, and Mammon saw Satan in him again as he said,

“Oh, you might want to put that back. I already told Lucifer you stole it, and once him and Belphegor are done talking, he’s going to shake you like a cheap maraca a three year old found in the toy store.”

“Yikes.” He said, slipping it out of his pocket and throwing it in Asmo’s general direction. “Your problem now, I guess.”

“Hey- MammoN!” He shouted while Mammon ran out of the room. Mammon only barely heard Lucifer yelling as he ran,

“Asmo, what do you have?”

The cool morning air washed over Mammon as he stepped outside, lighting a cigarette before putting it to his lips. He leaned against the concrete rail of the castle steps. Just as he thought he could get any semblance of a break, he heard a voice call out for him. Beelzebub came up next to Mammon and hoisted himself up on the rail.

“You know that’s bad for you, right.”

“I’m a demon?” Mammon looked up at his younger brother. He didn’t like the even bigger size difference, and decided to try and hoist himself up as well. After a bit of struggle, Beelzebub grabbed his arm and brought him up.

“I dunno, I just heard it somewhere. What are you doin’ out here anyway? You know Lucifer’s going to kill you if he finds you slacking off.”

“I could say the same damn thing to you, I’m surprised you’re not in the kitchen sneaking food behind Barbatos’ back.” Beel grimaced,

“I’m not really hungry… I’m too nervous to eat… I also tried, and Barbatos caught me and threatened to cook

next.” Mammon laughed loudly, to his brother’s dismay. “But you didn’t answer me. Why are you out here.”

“I wanted a moment alone, that’s all. But, now that you’ve basically ruined that, I guess I’m just here to enjoy the scenery.” Beel stared down for a moment, thinking.

“Oh. Uh, I can leave, then-”

“No, I mean, you’re already out here? Might as well stay.” Mammon couldn’t bring himself to admit that he secretly wanted the company. An anger continued to bubble inside of him that he didn’t understand, noticing the world around him and being annoyed by everything. Beelzebub’s sweet presence helped that in a way. He felt his brother’s gaze, concerned and confused. Beel stayed quiet for a long time.

Beel then reached into his parka’s pocket, and pulled out a string cheese. He thrusted it towards Mammon, and Mammon’s brows furrowed.

“Uhh…?” Mammon let Beel put it in his hand.

“When I’m angry or sad I get hungry. So you should eat. It might help.” Mammon sighed, but smiled.

“It’s not like ya to share food. I must look real desperate... Thanks.” Mammon opened the string cheese, and took a bite off the top.

“Actually, can I have a bite?”

Mammon had expected the day to feel long and to drag on forever, but found that 7 PM couldn’t come slow enough. So much to do, and so little time, it took Mammon until 6:45 to even change into his true form. He hyped himself up in Diavolo’s bathroom, which emulated a public restroom, probably for tours. He splashed some water in his face, and heard the sound of the door swing open.

“Oh, hey, Mammon. Feeling alright?” Satan stood near him, washing his hands free of the white frosting covering them. Mammon nodded, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a little pencil, leaning on the sink to start putting eyeliner on. “Gotta look nice, yeah? Where’d you get that from?”

“Ah- uh- borrowed it off a set a while ago. I saw what I looked like in it and thought it was- ow! Shit- ow fuck.” Mammon rubbed at his watery eyes, and Satan sighed at him. He grabbed Mammon’s shoulder, and pulled him to face Satan’s way.

“Stand still, and give that to me.” He did, and Satan very carefully applied the eyeliner underneath Mammon’s eyes.

“How did you learn how to do it right?” Mammon asked, staring up at the ceiling. Satan sighed and put his hand on Mammon’s face to steady him.

“It’s not that hard, and I’ve had a lot of girlfriends. I guess my sarcastic, passive-aggressive attitude is considered more feminine, so I learned a few things during class. This is just one of my many pointless skills I’ve gathered since primary school.” Mammon smiled a bit.

“Good for something, I guess.” Satan finished and handed Mammon back the pencil. “Thanks. You nervous?” Mammon asked, and Satan sighed.

“Not really. Nothing can be worse than what happened when we went to the nursing home, can it? At least this way they should know who we are.” Satan rolled his sleeves back down before changing into his demon form alongside Mammon. “I don’t know what happened after us, but I have a feeling they’ll be similarly aged to when we first met.” Mammon shrugged,

“They had kids, though. And a husband- and a whole life after.”

“I had kids, you don’t see me considering that my ‘happiest moment’, do you?”

“...” Mammon brushed past that, “You’re a special case. C’mon, let’s get out there.” And so they did, walking out of the bathroom together and finding their way to the ballroom. Many higher level demons were around, having fun and enjoying themselves. Beelzebub was eyeing the food table, and Mammon could just barely see Lucifer restraining him with threats and a hand on his elbow. Levi was sitting across the table from them, headphones on and game playing on his phone. Asmo was out dancing, and Belphie was nowhere to be seen. Soon, Diavolo was taking a microphone and speaking up.

“The angels will be here soon, everyone prepare yourself and remember to socialize. Have fun, all of you.” Diavolo set the microphone down again and Mammon heard the music overtake them for a second time. It took him a while, but he recognized the song. It was one of MC’s favourites, that they spent many summer days listening to. Mammon smiled sorrowly. He sat at the table, next to Leviathan. He flinched, feeling something touch his foot. He looked down, pulling the table cover up, and found Belphie taking a nap underneath him. Typical. Mammon just put the cloth back down and noticed Satan take off, headed towards the dancefloor with his brother.

“Mammon, I’m surprised. Usually you’d be off to the dancefloor by now, or to some random quarters to find something to steal.” Lucifer smirked as he spoke, and Beel winced. Mammon felt bad for him.

“I’m just waiting. We’ve got what, five minutes? I’m surprised you’re not yelling at one of us by now. “

“LOL burn.” Leviathan laughed, which startled Mammon, having assumed he couldn’t hear anything under those headphones of his. Lucifer’s smirk was gone.

“They’ll be summoned in the courtyard by Diavolo any second now, I believe he just left to do it. Just hope there’s not too many of them, I didn’t expect the Devildom to have such a huge turnout.” Mammon looked around at the dozens of demons socializing around them. Levi took his headphones off and glared at Lucifer.

“Why aren’t we there for the summoning? I wasn’t there for the first one, I want to be there for this one.”

“It’s not that momentous. Just bringing someone into the existence of this realm. You’ll see them when they walk through those doors.” Lucifer pointed, with his free hand, towards the large double doors exiting the ballroom that lead to the courtyard. Beelzebub huffed as Lucifer didn’t loosen his grip. He wiggled a bit, turning and whispering to one of the random demons around. "And, anyway, It has to be pretty disorienting. They may need a moment before seeing any of us." Leviathan grumbled at Lucifer’s response, attention back to his phone.

Mammon stared at the ballroom doors, and watched as they slowly pushed open. A spike of anxiety hit him, and he kicked Belphegor from under the table, waking him. Diavolo was in front of the small group of angels, microphone in hand.

"Everybody, let's give a welcome to the angels that have graciously lent their time to be here tonight. Including the one we're all here for, MC." Mammon felt his chest tighten as Diavolo stepped to the side, revealing the 6 angels. If he could focus on anyone else, he'd notice it was actually 5 angels and Solomon, but he couldn't. All he could see was MC, and he reveled in their beauty. He noticed that they wore the same jumpsuit from before, paired with Mammon's own leather jacket. MC looked to be no older than when they knew each other, all of the wrinkles and spots gone from their face. Their hair was back to its natural color, and Mammon almost forgot to breathe.

Without thinking, he ran. He ran faster than ever before, and pounced on his angel. He could feel tears streaming down his face, but he didn't care.

"Where ya been, huh! You're late! Why ya gotta keep The Great Mammon waiting?" Mammon felt as the arms of his partner wrapped around him tightly.

"Got caught up in inter-dimensional traffic. I'm here now, Mammoney." They laughed loudly, and Mammon felt they fit the part of an angel, voice so sweet. All the other angels and demons seemed to leave them to it, except of course, Mammon's brothers.

"MC! You're back!" All of them seemed to have matching grins, pulling their brothers into a group hug around their angel. MC could only laugh and laugh, a smile plastered on their own face.

"You really think I could leave you guys forever? I think Lucifer would end up going grey without me to keep you in check." They winked in Lucifer's direction, and he smiled, but said nothing.

Soon the brothers calmed themselves down. Mammon managed to get the first dance with MC, after intense struggle between him and his brothers. He struggled to remember exactly what to do as he stared into his partners eyes.

"I missed you." Mammon whispered when they were close together, and MC whispered back,

"Not nearly as much as I missed you."

The night continued similarly, the brothers continuing to fight over dances and moments with MC. Eventually, they asked for a moment to rest, and all of the boys were waiting on them hand and foot.

"More water, MC?"

"Maybe you should take those shoes off for a bit, your feet must be killing you!"

"Here, eat."

MC just smiled and giggled through it all, for 5 hours of the night. Slowly, demons trickled out of the party, and all that was left were the angels, human, and demon brothers. Diavolo and Barbatos could be found somewhere in the castle, but Mammon couldn't care less about where.

"Guys I- this… This was amazing. Thank you. I missed you all so much- why didn't you visit me?" The brothers were silent, glancing towards the floor. Belphegor spoke up,

"We were scared."

Suddenly he released a flood, they were all talking at once, giving different reasons and fears as to what they'd find if they had visited. All except Mammon, who sat back and continued to admire his angel. Eventually, they asked him directly,

"Mammon? What about you? Why didn't you visit? I was especially upset for so long because of it."

"Oh, uh.." Mammon wasn't ready to tell them, especially not with such a crowd. He felt his face heat up, and he hid behind his hand.

"You know, uh, thinkin' you wouldn't 'member me n' stuff." MC looked unimpressed, but the topic was soon changed.

Even later into the night, Diavolo came to warn them,

"You have half an hour. Use it wisely." Mammon caught the wink in his direction, and groaned subtly. There would be no way to get a moment of privacy with his brothers around. He cleared his throat,

"MC? Can we, uh, have a minute? Just a minute. Alone?" Before the 6 could start protesting, MC smiled and responded,

"I'd been waiting for you to ask. Of course."

The two walked side by side through the courtyard, enjoying the cool breeze that always encompassed the Devildom.

"Why ya gotta leave again, MC? Can’tcha stay here for the rest of eternity?"

"You can't even ask that. You know I can't. Maybe if you manned up…" MC grumbled a bit, arms crossing over their chest. Mammon blushed.

"What's that s'posed to mean?"

"Mammon- I'm married. I've got two kids. If before that, which was years after I left the Devildom- if you had come begging me to come home with you I would have said yes. But I forgot about you." That stung, and Mammon held a hand to his chest as MC continued. "Everything about the Devildom, I stopped caring. I had one thing that ever reminded me you existed, and it was my D.D.D, shoved away in my closet. My son found it one day and broke it, and there was nothing left. Not that I used it anyway. So tell me, did you reach out after it was broken, and I didn't know?"

"Um… No- but- but hey. Ya look real young for ya happiest moment

to be with us!" Mammon protested, trying to sound angry but only sounding sad. MC sighed and stopped walking.

"... You're right. Even with everything you asses put me through afterwards… I can't help but look around and have the biggest, most insane amount of nostalgia. I loved this place. Pretty weird, huh? Saying 'Go to hell' is supposed to be an insult, but it's all I wanted to do for years." They chuckled a bit and Mammon relaxed hearing it.

"Listen, MC. Lucifer and Diavolo they- well- so I need to… I-I like you? But don't go lettin' that go to your h-"

Before he could finish, he felt MC's body crash against his in a hug and a kiss. For the coldness of the Devildom, their lips were warm and reminded Mammon of the sunshine on the Celestial Realm. He felt every worry, every fear he had melted away in an instant and he hugged back. He kissed MC more intensely than he'd ever kissed anyone before, and subconsciously hoped Diavolo would never come get them. He considered running with them, hiding somewhere they'd never be found, but knew that wasn't what they wanted.

For that reason, and that reason alone, Mammon felt himself pulling away from MC’s lips. They buried their face in his chest.

"It's not gonna be like last time, alright? I'm gonna try to send you letters everyday, I'll bother Diavolo until we start another war if I have to."

"I'll do the same with Luke, if I can't send you anything, I may have to start pestering him like a demon until they send me down here." MC giggled and sighed into Mammon's chest.

"MC, Mammon. It's time to leave." Mammon saw Lucifer come up to them, and he frowned. He stared down at his angel, and pet their hair gently.

"C'mon Lucifer, can't we have five more minutes?"

"Mammon, you know-"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Fragile relationship with the realms... Okay." He took a deep, shaky breath. "You ready, angel?" He asked quietly. MC just barely nodded as they pulled away, and Mammon saw their face contorted from sobbing quietly into his chest. MC held his hand and dragged him to where they'd be taken out of existence, where the rest of the brothers, angels, and Solomon were waiting for them.

MC gave each brother a hug and a 'thank you' before standing next to Diavolo. Before Diavolo could start, they quickly gave him a hug as well, which he accepted immediately.

"If the Celestial Realm ever lets you, you will always be welcome here in the Devildom. Your room is in the House of Lamentation, where it's stayed, waiting for you." MC thanked him, and prepared to be dematerialized.

Mammon couldn't watch. He didn't want to see the bright white light, and then the feeling of loneliness that he knew was bound to hit him. Instead, he looked towards his brothers. He saw as they all felt exactly how he did, the lonely and sad feeling taking over them. Mammon walked behind them all as the ceremony finished, and put his arm around Levi- who squawked like a bird and threatened Mammon if he didn't let go. He only held on tighter, grinning stupidly.

"I say we go out to forget the rest of the night, all seven of us."

"Yes, and who's paying for your drinks, Mammon?" Satan inquired.

"Why, my favourite big brother, of course you would be so kind…"

"Forget it, Mammon." Lucifer glared at Mammon, and Diavolo couldn't help but laugh.

"All of you, really. C'mon, it's on me." Diavolo put his hand on Lucifer's shoulder and started walking them back inside.

As Mammon walked, Levi under one arm, Beelzebub and Belphie at his other side, he realized that he was still happy. He would still write his angel every night, and would beg Diavolo to send it directly to them, but he finally felt closure. Being with his brothers- mean as they were sometimes- he still felt loved.

And maybe, Mammon realized, that was what he needed all along.

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