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𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦
You're hanging out in your room with Mammon, channel surfing but there's nothing that good on TV. Mammon is texting non stop on his D.D.D. though and he's hinted that it's something important so you're trying not to bother him. But you're bored!
"Nothing good is on," you complain.
"So stare at me, that's good, ain't it?" He teases back only giving you half his attention. You glare at him. When he gazes up he smirks.
"See, I knew you couldn't keep your eyes off me," he teases.
"Let's go do something," you suggest.
"Mm, no can do, I gotta sit tight, I'm waitin' on a call," he says. And you sigh and fall back so that you're laying half on your bed.
"Well, will you tell me what your waiting on at least?" You ask.
"Hey, it's none of ya business!" He grumbles. So you glare at him again.
"You're lucky I'm even gracin' ya with my presence today, wouldn't it be more borin' without me here?" He gives you his most cocky smirk.
"Pfft, I thought I was keeping you company," you tease. Now it's his turn to glare at you.
"Hey, The Mammon don't need no one to be amused," he says and then he pulls out Goldie, "all I need is Goldie," he waves it around. You pout at him.
"Well maybe I like Goldie more than you too then," you grumble. He smirks at you though.
"Hey, I totally get that," he says. And you can't help chuckling, it breaks from your lips without so much as your permission. And he looks mighty happy with himself for it.
"I'll be right back," you say as you start to get back up. He studies you with his eyes for a second.
"Where ya goin'?" He asks.
"It's nonya business," you say back to him since he said about just as much to you a moment ago. He makes some mocking face at you but it only makes you laugh more. You cross the room and go into your attached bathroom.
Using the actual restroom doesn't take you long. But you get caught staring in the mirror, fretting about your appearance for a moment. You try to hide some ugly zit behind your hair, though you put coverup on it, you still feel like it's so noticeable. It's so embarrassing to you.
But eventually you give up and leave the bathroom.
"Hey, so, I didn't know you saved this to your D.D.D." Mammon says as soon as he hears you come back in. And for a moment you don't get what he's talking about at all.
"What?" You ask as you go over but realize he's looking through your photos!
"Mammon, you can't just —," which photo is he even talking about? God! You're going to die! He's going to kill you. Of embarrassment!
"This one," he flashes the screen at you, shit-eating grin taking up way too much of his face.
And it's that one photo! The one he sent in the group chat when he was showing off Beel's rock-hard abs. And you don't remember what he said word for word but he basically accused you of trying to actually be trying to get this picture. And you weren't obviously, but obviously you don't mind getting pictures of Mammon's biceps. But you do mind him finding out you saved it!
"Hey give that back!" You grumble as you try to take your D.D.D. but he holds it out of your reach.
"So this really was what ya were after that day, huh?" He's snickering at you and you glare.
"I must have saved it by accident," you grumble.
"Ya know you have to like hold the picture down and hit save so how can that be an accident?" Oh, he is so full of himself right now!
"Hey! That can totally happen on accident," you grumble.
"Yeah, well, if ya saved it on accident, you won't care if I delete it then," he asks.
"Give it back! I'll delete it just to show you how much I don't care!" You argue back. He holds your D.D.D. back out to you.
"Fine, go ahead," it's like he's daring you. And so now you have your D.D.D. back, your finger is hovering over the delete button. Damn him. It's stupid you have to delete it. But then you realize you can always just go back through the messages and save it again. You hit delete.
"See, that's how much I don't care," you spit out with a scowl at him. And he seems — disappointed? His face has become more annoyed, his eyes drift off to one side.
"Wait, why are you going through my pictures anyway!?" You grumble as you hold the button that shows the most recent pages brought up but he's exited out of all of them.
"No reason," he's trying to say.
"Mammon," you threaten him with his name. But now his D.D.D. starts going off. He holds up his pointer finger to you with his face going suddenly serious. You squint at him and put your hands on your hips but hold silent while he answers, but even if you're silent, you definitely have an attitude.
"Yeah, it's ready? Great, Kay, yeah, I'll be there, see ya soon," that's his side of the conversation before he hangs up.
"Well, listenin' to ya complain is one of my favorite pastimes, but I gotta get goin', you gonna be here later?" He asks. You roll your eyes but inside, your heart feels warm. Why would he be asking if not to maybe drop by again later?
"I don't know, I might go bother Beel, it's still the weekend so maybe I can try to make those burgers similar to WacDonalds for him," you say.
"Whaaa-? You're gonna cook for him, I don't want ya to," he complains. You give him a look.
"I mean, without me there, ya know? How come he gets to try your cookin' and I don't? Just cuz it's Beel?" He glares at you.
"I kinda could go for a burger too… he was asking me about WacDonalds the other day," you say, "I'd offer to save you one but I feel like they aren't that great cold, plus, I don't think I could hide an extra one from Beel even if I wanted to," you explain. He grumbles under his breath.
"Fine, whatever, spend the day with Beel," he complains.
"Well, I'd hang out with you if you weren't so busy apparently," you say.
"Yeah, whatever," he's too busy texting now to give you his full attention. You sigh and gaze downward. Why's he gotta make you feel so bad? It's so dumb.
"See ya later," he adds before starting out of your room and then you're left there with only yourself and this crappy feeling. Maybe you won't hang out with Beel after all. If it makes Mammon so upset at you. But then again, why shouldn't you? Him getting angry, he has no right!
But then your D.D.D. vibrates. You gaze down at it without much thought and get stun-locked by a photo from Mammon but it only flashes on the screen for a second before disappearing.
And so you pull the message up and stand there flushing while your eyes roam over the picture he's sent you. It's of him of course, shirtless, flexing one arm, smirking all cocky and nonchalant. So… you know, just the kinda photo to make you lose your shit. Thank the universe he left, he'd catch you with fire on your face if he were here.
You see him typing something else.
You scowl for a second but then flush again as you scroll back to the new photo.
You chuckle at his spelling struggles and go to scroll up again to actually save the photo this time, but you scroll up too much… and notice… that there's like three of your photos sent to him that you didn't send. Like — that's what he was doing when you were in the bathroom? And it's not like any of them are bad photos, they're your favorites actually but what the hell does he need with them?
But he doesn't respond after that. And even if you feel guilty and bad to have left it at that, you're also too stubborn to say otherwise.
You sigh as you lay back up in your bed and curl blankets around you. Maybe you'll just go back to sleep, reset the day and all that. But then — you hear a knock on your door. You sigh as you start to sit up and you go to check and see who it is.
"Beel?" Okay, yes, you originally intended to see if he wanted to hang out and have some cheeseburgers but you'd changed your mind because — well, now you're just upset. So it's really curious though that he's even here. It's not like you got food on you. He smiles warmly at you though.
"I thought we could go out today," he explains, "I asked Lucifer first," he nods next, saying it all very bluntly as he usually does.
"Oh, I was um — thinking of staying in, but if you already asked Lucifer," you'd feel bad if he did go through the trouble for nothing.
"There's a district in the Devildom that serves a variety of human dishes," Beel explains, then he frowns as his eyes dart away, "I know I keep eating the foods we get you," does he feel guilty?
"But human food is so good, it's hard to resist," he says. And you nod and then tilt your head.
"If it's just cause you feel bad for eating my foods, it's okay, if I was really angry I'd have said something," you explain but he gives you a long and hard gaze like you aren't getting it.
"Um, let me get a jacket," you say.
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The food is actually really good. You ended up getting your favorite kind of soup. And Beel, well, he got everything on the menu and seconds to his favorites. And by the time you're both finished, he keeps checking his D.D.D. like he has something coming up. You're not holding him up, are you?
"We can go back now, if you'd like, you don't gonna hang around me if you don't want to," you hate this. You always feel well, not good. Like, even though Solomon is a human, he's powerful in his own regard. But you?
Well. Obviously you're not. But Beel flashes a glance at his D.D.D. again and then shakes his head.
"Is there anywhere else you might want to go?" He asks instead. And you blink at him a few times.
"I don't know, I'm a bit full, it would be nice to lay down," you say, "which is why I was hinting to go back," you fake a smile. Yeah, nice save. Sort of. You can't reveal that honestly since earlier, you just feel — very blah. Too blah. You still want to reset the day with a nap.
"You know what else helps a full stomach," he gazes at you speculatively.
"Mint?" You ask. And he nods.
"Mint does help, but so does taking a walk, I know a nice park nearby," he explains.
"Oh, well, yeah, a walk wouldn't be so bad," you say. Maybe a change of scenery would help. Outside. You do like being outside at least. Sometimes that is.
So you go for the walk Beel suggests and it's not so bad, though he doesn't seem to be keen on talking about much. But maybe the quiet is nice. It's gentle at the very least which is a stark contrast to how your days usually go.
Because Mammon is loud. But maybe also exciting. And maybe you like the excitement. Maybe you only like the quiet when you don't want to be happy.
Eventually you end up at a bench, Beel like the bloodhound he practically is sniffs out an ice cream cart so he gets you one and then buys the rest for himself. So now you're having ice cream, the sun is just beginning to set. He's still been periodically checking his D.D.D.
He checks it right now too.
"Hey, we should get back now," he says and you wonder if he has other things to finally go do?
"Yeah, sounds good to me," you say. You still feel somber but try to act happy towards Beel. It's not his fault you're upset. In fact, it's really sweet that he took you out for human food and to this park and got ice cream for you.
"Hey, Beel, thanks for today, I'm sorry if I wasn't that great of company, I guess I'm just a bit down," you explain.
"Hm," he seems to be stuck in thought for some time. You think maybe he forgot what you said. Hell, you forgot what you said.
"You seemed great company to me," he finally says. And you try to remember what you said but it's lost to you. So you just smile and nod instead as you both walk back.
Beel asks you every now and again about certain human foods he's never had but wants to try, you haven't tried half the things he even mentions. It makes you want to try them too kinda. Finally you get back, and your heart sinks upon getting back. Because it leaves you that much closer to dealing with Mammon again. And you're pretty angry at him.
Beel opens the door for you and when you go in it's really dark.
"Is no one home?" You're wondering but then the lights turn on and a bunch of people shout "surprise!" And you're left staring around at all the brothers who've gathered round, even Solomon and the angels are here, Lord Diavolo too.
"Wait, is it Beel's birthday?" You ask. Asmodeus and Satan are automatically cracking up.
"Its a welcome party for you and Solomon silly," Asmodeus is saying. Then that makes so much more sense with the Welcome to the Devildom banner that's set up across the furthest back wall.
"Oh, but Solomon is already here…" you're still confused though.
"Well, Simeon was supposed to keep him out of here and Solomon never even comes here, but he ruined his own surprise on the one day there was one," Asmodeus is complaining. Solomon shrugs like it can't be helped.
"I needed to talk to Lucifer," Solomon explains.
"There was no stopping him," Simeon adds.
"There really wasn't," Luke adds.
"Sooo, why are we convincing you that this is a welcome party?" Asmodeus asks. And now you smirk and shrug.
"Thank you guys," you say as you gaze downward. It really does mean a lot.
"Where did Levi and Mammon go?" Lucifer asks as he starts going to the archway to peak down the hall. Levi gets found out sitting in the living room. But Mammon is nowhere to be found.
"This was all Mammon's idea, I think it was just for you at first but — he changed his tune when I pointed it out," Asmodeus explains with a grin. You're sitting down to cake with Asmodeus, Beel, and Satan.
"He was all worked up about something earlier, said we shouldn't have asked for your pictures, you know what that's all about?" Satan goes on.
"My pictures?" You ask.
"For gifts! How are we supposed to pick out something you'd like without seeing you with it, but we can't just take you with us for that, it would ruin the surprise," Asmodeus is saying. And it all connects.
The pictures were for them? You were a real jerk about it. And Mammon was just doing a covert operation for them?
"Um, I'll be right back," you get up and go out into the hallway from the dining room, they watch you a bit shocked because of how abrupt you leave, but you hardly are even paying attention to that. You get your D.D.D. out and call Mammon. But he doesn't answer. But it doesn't ring all the way either. He purposely canceled the call.
But he doesn't answer. You lean against the wall and sigh.
No answer again. You make some noises of aggravation.
How does he make you simultaneously frustrated and happy at the same time? That idiot…
With that all said, you pocket your D.D.D. and go back out into the dining room to sit at the table again with Asmodeus, Satan, and Beel.
"I wish there was more pizza," Beel complains.
"You literally ate most of it though," Asmodeus is complaining, "I didn't even get the slice of the flavor I specifically asked for!" Asmodeus is going on, "I had to fight Mammon tooth and nail for that!" Asmodeus adds.
"Mammon?" You wonder.
"Oh yeah, earlier I was trying to say, he got all the food together and decorations, too bad he's not here even enjoying it," Asmodeus adds. And now you frown. He wouldn't tell you where he was either. Just that you had to wait.
"Yeah, he seemed really excited all week about it," Satan adds.
"He's been planning this all week?" You ask.
"Well, like the last four days or something," Satan corrects.
"He put this together in four days?" You ask. Satan nods. You gaze downward. It's really sweet of him.
"It's surprising cause he never cares about anyone except himself," Asmodeus says.
"Well, his credit card," Satan points out.
"Yeah, there is that," Asmodeus agrees.
Your D.D.D. in your pocket vibrates again. You pull it out to see Mammon has texted you again.
You frown. You wonder what it is that's holding him up.
There's no reply though. You sigh. You feel it would be wrong to tell everyone about your conversation with Mammon so even when the others inquire where he might be, you don't say anything. It's not like you even actually know where he is.
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By the time it's three am, you're starting to think he isn't gonna show. You got classes tomorrow, so you set an alarm and lay down for bed. You end up falling asleep eventually. but you wake up to your D.D.D. going off from a call though. You get up groggily and go over where you set it to charge. and it's Mammon. Of course. Who else would it be?
But as you blink a few more times the night comes back to you. You answer.
"Hey, did I wake ya?" He asks.
"Well yeah," you answer truthfully.
"I said not to fall asleep! Come on, ya never listen to anythin' I say," he grumbles.
"I got class tomorrow," you complain.
"I'm almost to your room," he says. You start towards your door and unlock it before opening it and poking your head out the door. And there's Mammon, smirking at you from down the hall giving you a tiny wave. You step fully back into your room and hold the door open waiting for him to get all the way here.
"You know it's five am," you say.
"Hey, it's a normal time somewhere," he says so matter of factly. You smirk even if you do feel sleep-deprived.
"I'm shocked you could even fall asleep, you got my message that I had a surprise, right?" He asks. You blink a few times.
"The surprise isn't you showing up at five in the morning, is it?" You joke. He scowls at you.
"I really wanted to be there," he complains, "dumb witches," he adds.
"Witches?" You ask but he waves it off. You've heard about it a bit by now, even from him, but he never describes the actual true and real details. And he doesn't seem to want to, so you don't press.
Because unlike him you care about people's privacy! That's just you being passive aggressive though.
"So stop blamin' me, I got you a whole party didn't I?" He asks. And your heart stops.
"I know, and it means a lot to me," you say.
"But I would have just been happy to hang out with you, you know, I don't need a whole party," you say. He scoffs though.
"The only reason you're sayin' that is cause I wasn't there, Asmodeus at least got the party going, right?" He asks.
"Well, yeah," you mumble.
"Whatever, just take your stupid gift," he shoves some tiny wrapped box into your hands and scowls at nothing in particular.
"What?" You stare at it. He already got that whole party together. He got you something too? You feel bad now. You gaze at him.
"I really do appreciate it, I'm just grumpy I think, I just woke up," you try to make up an excuse. Nevermind that it's probably true.
"Just open it already," he grumbles, and then his eyes go to you and he seems unable to contain his grin.
"I wanna see your reaction," he adds.
"It's not something horrible is it?" You ask. He just smirks deviously and waits. You narrow your eyes at him but then rip off the wrapping to reveal a box that would hold jewelry. Your stomach turns over.
He doesn't have to get you things like this.
"Well, it isn't the box I got ya, it's what's inside, open it," he pressures you, so you do and — it's a necklace with the pendant being writing — it says RAD like the school. And you can't help smiling about it. This is hardly what you expected.
He takes it out and starts unclasping it as if to put it on you.
"It's real gold," he says, "so don't lose it," he adds and then he goes around you to put it on you.
"Since you seem so sentimental at times, I tried to think of somethin' you could hold onto after the year is up," he explains and at the mention of that, your heart flops. Right, someday, you're gonna have to leave. Why does that make you feel like a void is ripping you apart inside? Like you already know it, and before it didn't bother you so much. Why is it that when put into perspective with Mammon standing so close to you, that you heart feels as if its become an island that's slowly sinking... Slowly drowning in ice cold artic waters.
"Whaddya think? You like it, right? Mammon's the best and most thoughtful demon to ever exist, dontcha think?" He's asking you. And well — you can't contain yourself. You throw your arms around him in a tight squeeze of a hug. And he just stands there not responding. You let him go eventually and nervously fidget with your hair.
"Sorry, I just really love it," you mumble, "you're right Mammon, you're the best," you say. And his entirely shocked look slowly becomes that of a warm smile.
"Yeah I know," he says in a gloat.
"Do you want to um…" you look around.
"Oh no, get back to bed human, you got classes in the morning, Lucifer will have my toes just for this if he finds out," Mammon is saying as he gives you a little push back towards your bed.
"You don't gotta shove me," you complain.
"Go back to sleep human, you can keep praising the Mammon tomorrow when you're well-rested," he says and you can literally hear the smirk on his voice.
"Well, you get well-rested too then, I don't need you being grumpy," you complain.
"I'm glad you care," he teases when he gets to your door and opens it, he stands in the frame for a moment.
"Have sweet dreams ——," he says your name which he never does that often, and his voice is soft from afar. You feel so warm.
"Sweet dreams Mammon," you say back hopefully loud enough but laying back down, your tiredness hits you. Walking all around the Devildom with Beel really took a lot out of you today. You hear your door close and end up turning on your side, passing out pretty quickly. But you have a random thought about that new picture he sent you earlier today. You should send him a picture sometime. With your shirt on! Of course. But just that way he doesn't have to steal pictures of you or whatever.
And maybe he'd reciprocate and you'd get more of him. You'd like that.
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