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The Exchange Students

As the first human to attend the Devil's Exchange Program, you had walked through the gates of this infernal realm a year ago, unsure of what awaited you. Your time in the Devildom had been a whirlwind of unexpected friendships, cultural shocks, and—let's be honest—a fair amount of chaos. From awkward encounters with demons that were far too interested in your human snacks, to getting tangled in the absurdly confusing politics of the Demon Lord’s court, you had survived it all.

When you had first arrived, it was just you—one lone human (Solomon definitely does not count! His immortal ass) on an exchange program that no one thought would succeed. Yet, somehow, it did. Diavolo, the charismatic Demon Prince, was so impressed by the success of your year-long stay that he decided to expand the program. His vision? To introduce more humans to the Devildom. And so, the program grew.

Now, seven humans were entering the program, each assigned to one of the infamous seven demon brothers. Their personalities were as varied as the colors of the rainbow, and you had to admit, you were curious how this would work. What made you pause, though, was the fact that each of the brothers was paired with a human. For a brief, fleeting moment, you couldn’t help but feel… uneasy. Seeing the brothers each assigned a human…made you question your place. It was a strange feeling, an uncomfortable thought gnawing at you. Was it jealousy? Or insecurity?

But you also knew that this wasn’t about you. It was their job. The brothers were given this task because Diavolo trusted them to guide and protect the new humans, just as they had done for you. It was just a job, right? Still, that tiny seed of doubt lingered, gnawing at the back of your mind. Would they care for these new humans the way they cared for you?

There was something you hadn’t fully considered—the sheer length of time the brothers had lived compared to the short, fleeting year you’d spent with them. A demon's lifespan wasn’t measured in years or decades—it was centuries. And in the grand scheme of their existence, a year? That was nothing.

Would the feelings they’d developed for you last? At first, you tried to push the thought aside. Surely, their bond with you was deeper than just a passing interest. But doubt crept in, and the more you thought about it, the more your stomach twisted with uncertainty. What if, after you left, the brothers would simply slip back into their old ways, as though you’d never been there? Would they still hold onto the bond you shared, or would it fade with time, as some distant memory of a human they once cared for?

There was that gnawing thought in your mind: Out of sight, out of mind. The brothers were used to long separations. Was it possible that, once you were gone, their memories of you would blur? Was it even realistic to expect that your year-long stay had truly impacted their eternal lives? Perhaps it was just the nature of demons. Time meant very little to them. But you weren’t like that. You were human. You’d only been there for a year, and even now, you weren’t sure if the relationship you had with each of the brothers was strong enough to withstand time and distance.

As you stood before the House of Lamentation, a strange mix of emotions churned inside you. Part of you wanted to believe in the bond you’d created with each of them, but another part of you… wondered if, like many things in the Devildom, it was just a fleeting moment in their endless lives.

You couldn’t help but wonder: Do they still hold the same strong feelings since you were gone?

Lucifer

Lucifer’s assigned human is a self-assured, confident individual—a bit too much for their own good. They walk around like they own the place, constantly giving orders and demanding attention from everyone, even Lucifer himself. They have no respect for Lucifer's position—assuming that because he’s a demon, he’s subservient or lesser in some way. Lucifer doesn’t let anyone speak to him like that, especially not humans. However, he bites his tongue and uses his incredible patience, knowing that it’s his responsibility to ensure the human’s safety and that they adjust to the Devildom properly.

Lucifer’s typical interactions with this human test his limits. Their bossy attitude has him holding back, trying to remain diplomatic, especially since he doesn’t want to risk any issues with the exchange program. Even though they constantly challenge his authority, Lucifer keeps his calm, regal demeanor. There will be moments of passive-aggressive tension, where Lucifer’s patience is thin, but he’d never let them see how close they are to crossing a line that could make him lose his temper and make the human lose their life.

The halls of the House of Lamentation felt as familiar as ever—the low hum of magic in the air, the faint scent of dark roses drifting lazily through the stone corridors. You hadn’t been here in what felt like ages, but everything, from the sleek marble floors to the faint sound of boots echoing through the vast chambers, was just as you remembered. You missed everything—the dim lighting, the faint scent of black roses. But most of all, you missed him. When you spot Lucifer by his office door, your heart clenches. He’s leaning against the frame, arms crossed, that familiar poised stance still intact. His crimson eyes lock onto yours, softening a rare crack in his usually stoic demeanor. He knew you were here; he could just sense your essence and it was unmistakably you.

“Welcome home darling.”

Your breath catches. The way he says it—low and sweet—makes your chest tighten. The two of you slowly gravitate toward each other. You can feel the weight of the years between you, all the unspoken things, the distance.

Mammon always joked about how Lucifer was older than dust, how he’d lived before Earth, before mankind itself. Surely, someone with so much knowledge, so much experience, would forget—right?

The thought stings more than you care to admit, and you shyly avert his reach, walking further into his office. Your fingers brush over his paperwork absentmindedly, pretending to focus on something, anything else but the way he’s looking at you. The subtle tension, the way your heart races—you’re scared to feel him.

“You remember…me?” you said timidly.

Lucifer watches you carefully, his presence is as strong as ever, but there’s a gentleness in the way he moves toward you. He stops beside you, his voice is calm and steady, laced with warmth.

“Of course, I remember you.”

He presses himself against your side, just close enough to let the heat of his body fill the space between you. His hand finds your hips, touching you softly, the feeling of his fingers trailing just a little lower, just a little too intentionally. The touch sends a wave of warmth rushing through you, and you blink in surprise, your breath catching in your throat.

“You remember me that well?” you ask quietly.

Lucifer’s gaze softens, and his lips twitch in the slightest hint of a smile.

“How could I forget?” He leans in closer, the deep, rich tone of his voice wrapping around you like a velvet embrace. “You’re not someone I can forget, no matter how many years pass.”

His hand moves along your side, brushing your skin, fingertips barely grazing. His touch is gentle, making every nerve in your body stand on edge. He moves so smoothly, drawing you closer without a single word. He’s done this dance with you—he’s always known how to make you feel like you’re the only one in the room.

Without warning, his touch shifts, just enough to land on a particular spot. The instant he touches you there, your entire body freezes. It’s an intimate, private place that only he has ever touched. And now, feeling his fingers press there so softly, the connection between you feels electric. Your cheeks flush, your heart races.

You quickly look away, trying to suppress the warmth creeping up your neck, but Lucifer’s gaze never wavers. He can see it—the way your body reacts to him, the way you can't quite hide it.

“Does this still affect you, darling?” he murmurs with a small, knowing smile.

You glance up at him, and before you can say a word, he’s lifting you effortlessly, settling you onto the edge of his desk. The cool surface beneath you contrasts sharply with the warmth radiating from him. He stands in front of you, his eyes tracing over you like a careful artist, admiring what he's longed to see again. His gaze softens, and he leans in just slightly, enough to be close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath on your skin.

“I remember every moment with you,” he says, his hand resting gently on your thigh, his touch almost possessive yet filled with a tenderness you always expect from him. “Every look. Every laugh. Every sigh. You’ve never left my thoughts.”

Soon a voice cuts through the moment. “Lucifer. I need you now. I have some business to take care.”

Your eyes flicker to the side, and there stands his assigned human. He’s standing with his arms crossed, furrowed brow, and an arrogant tilt to his chin. He glances at you briefly but dismisses you immediately, clearly prioritizing his own agenda.

Lucifer’s gaze narrows. “Excuse you?”

“I have an appointment in the Human World,” the guy says impatiently, tapping his watch like he has the right to rush the Avatar of Pride. “You need to escort me.”

You glance at Lucifer, expecting him to give his usual polite but firm dismissal. Instead, his entire presence darkens. The air shifts—the weight of his magic pressing heavily in the corridor. His eyes narrow into something dangerous, his hand twitching slightly as if restraining an urge.

Lucifer’s voice lowers, deep and venomous. “You dare interrupt me?”

The human scoffs, oblivious to the danger. “Yeah, and? That’s literally your job, right?”

Big mistake. HUGE mistake. Without another word, Lucifer steps toward him, his boots heavy against the stone floor. His magic crackles faintly, the tips of his ebony wings materializing ever so slightly—a slow, deliberate display of power. The temperature in the hallway seems to drop several degrees. Lucifer’s tone is icy. “You seem to have misunderstood your position here, human.” His eyes gleam with a dangerous glint as he leans in slightly. “You are under my protection. Not my command.”

“But—” the human stammers.

Lucifer narrows his eyes ever so slightly, “Allow me to remind you of your place.”

The human stumbles back slightly, his face pale. His eyes flicker toward you, almost as if searching for help, but you just arch a brow. Yeah, you’re not helping him. Lucifer takes a slow step forward, his boots clicking against the floor.

“You are nothing more than a temporary guest in this realm. Do not mistake my hospitality for servitude.”

The human backs away, visibly shaken, his previous arrogance completely shattered. He practically bolts out of the room without another word, slamming the door behind him. The moment he’s gone, the room falls into heavy silence. Lucifer slowly exhales, closing his eyes for a brief moment as the lingering tension in his shoulders dissipates.

He then turns back to you, his expression immediately softening. His wings dissipate reigning in his magic. When he meets your eyes, the contrast is jarring—the sharp, merciless demon replaced with someone who only ever looks at you with tenderness. He strides over to where you’re sitting and leans down, bracing his hands on the desk, caging you in.

His face is inches from yours, “Now… where were we?” he murmurs, voice like honey, as if the previous encounter hadn’t just made you weak in the knees.

Your breath catches slightly at his sudden shift in demeanor. You stare into his eyes, the lingering traces of his dangerous aura making your pulse quicken. Lucifer’s voice lowers further, his lips brushing your ear. “You do know… I only obey you.”

Your eyes widen slightly at his words, and a delicious shiver runs down your spine. His low chuckle rumbles softly against your skin. He captures your lips in a slow, possessive kiss.

“There is no one who comes before you. No one.”

Bonus Detail:

After the incident with Lucifer’s assigned human, the poor guy is so intimidated that he immediately requests a reassignment.

The human, now constantly on edge, has to remind himself not to interrupt Lucifer while he’s with you.

He knows the human assignment is a mere formality, but when he’s with you, he’ll take every opportunity to make you feel like the only one that matters.

“You’ll always remain my priority, no matter how many humans Diavolo sends my way.”

Mammon

He finally gets the taste of his own medicine. Because of their reckless nature, Mammon is forced into the role of a responsible protector—something he’s not used to, given his chaotic personality. He has to be the voice of reason, preventing them from making dangerous decisions like setting things on fire, taking wild risks, or just generally creating a mess of things. Mammon has to constantly babysit, running after them to stop them from doing something ridiculously dangerous. He’s often seen yelling at them. Mammon has always been reckless himself, but now, with his human, he gets a taste of what it’s like to be the responsible one—and it's not easy.

The House of Lamentation looms in the distance, its ominous yet familiar architecture sending a flutter through your stomach. As you make your way down the path, your fingers brush the iron gate. It swings open with a low creak, and that’s when you hear it—his voice.

“Oi! Get back here, ya idiot!”

You turn toward the sound, and there he is—Mammon. He’s sprinting after a chaotic blur of a human, his jacket billowing behind him, blue eyes narrowed with exasperation. His hair is messier than usual, sticking out at odd angles from clearly having a rough day. His D.D.D. is clutched tightly in his hand, and his mouth is moving a mile a minute as he barks orders. But then… He sees you.

His entire body locks up, eyes are wide in disbelief. For a moment, everything else falls away—the background noise of the human shouting, the distant chaos, the entire Devildom itself. It’s as if the world slows down, and all he can see is you. The human tugs on his jacket, clearly panicking about something, but Mammon doesn’t even blink. His gaze is locked onto you—and only you.

“...No way…” he breathes, barely above a whisper.

Your name tumbles from his lips in a voice so gentle and reverent it makes your chest tighten. Without thinking, he drops his D.D.D. and shrugs off the human like they’re nothing more than a leaf in the wind. The human stumble but Mammon doesn’t care—he doesn’t even notice him anymore. He’s already moving toward you.

Before you can process it, Mammon crosses the distance in an instant.

“You’re… You’re really here…”

His hands are suddenly on your face—trembling fingers brushing over your cheeks, your jaw, your lips, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t touch you. His eyes search yours frantically, almost like he can’t believe you’re real.

“I-I missed ya—damn it, I missed ya so much,” he stammers breathlessly.

And then, before you can respond, he crushes you against his chest, burying his face into your hair. His arms lock around you tightly, almost desperate. You can feel his heart pounding violently against your own, racing so fast it might burst from his chest. His fingers fist into the fabric of your clothes, knuckles pale from the force of his grip. You gasp softly at the intensity of his embrace, but then you melt into him, your arms winding around his waist.

“I missed you too,” you murmur into his jacket.

You feel him shudder slightly at your words. His fingers trail up into your hair, trembling as they card through the strands. He presses you closer, as if trying to memorize the feeling of you in his arms all over again. For a moment, he just holds you, his breathing ragged and uneven, as though he’s trying to keep it together but failing spectacularly.

A loud crash echoes behind you, breaking the quiet intimacy of the moment. You glance over Mammon’s shoulder, startled, only to see his assigned human tangled in a heap of broken wooden crates. Something is smoking in his hands, and his jacket is slightly singed.

“MAMMON!” the human shrieks, waving his arms. “I NEED HELP! I—I THINK I MIGHT’VE… OH, SHIT, IS THAT A DEMON HOUND?!”

You hear feral snarling in the distance. You look at Mammon in mild panic, but…He doesn’t even turn around. His arms are still locked around you, his face pressed into your neck, ignoring the absolute chaos behind him.

“Tch. He'll be fine,” he mutters gruffly, nuzzling further into you. His hands tighten on your waist. “Ain’t no way in hell I’m lettin’ go of ya for that moron.”

You blink in surprise, glancing over his shoulder again at the disaster unfolding behind him. His human is now frantically stomping out the flames on his jacket, screaming something about impending doom, while the distant demon hound howls ominously.

“Mammon—” you start, but he cuts you off with a low, gravelly murmur in your ear. “Nah… Don’t care. I ain't lettin’ ya go.”

Your eyes widen slightly, but then you feel him kiss your temple—slow, lingering, and achingly gentle. When he finally pulls back slightly, he gazes down at you with half-lidded eyes, his pupils slightly blown out.

“I ain’t lettin’ ya go,” he rasps. His eyes soften, filled with nothing but raw, unfiltered love. “Don’t care what happens—ya hear me? Yer mine.”

Your chest tightens at the tenderness in his voice. His hand cups your face, his thumb tracing slow, reverent circles against your cheek. “No one’s takin’ yer place,” he breathes, leaning in closer, his lips a hair’s breadth from yours.

“Yer always first, sweetheart.”

He closes the distance, kissing you deeply. His lips move slowly against yours like he’s savoring you, desperate to memorize your taste all over again. And despite the chaos and screaming still going on in the background, Mammon doesn’t even flinch. He’s far too busy falling in love with you all over again.

As the chaos continues to unfold behind him, Mammon’s frustration grows. His human is still yelling, running around like a headless chicken, and the shrill sound of him calling his name echoes through the air. Every time he screams his name, Mammon’s brows twitch in annoyance, and his grip on you tightens slightly. He’s had enough.

With a low, frustrated growl, Mammon’s eyes flick toward the disaster unfolding in the distance. His human is now struggling with an oversized demon hound, trying to fend it off. Mammon clenches his jaw and mutters under his breath.

“Ugh, seriously? Can’t a demon have a damn moment!”

In one swift motion, he pulls you closer, his hands gripping your waist possessively, and before you can even blink, you’re airborne, flying higher into the sky. You yelp, but Mammon’s grip on you is firm, holding you securely as he takes you to the roof of the House of Lamentation.

Once there, Mammon wastes no time. He sits down cross-legged, and pulls you into his lap without hesitation. His arms curl around your waist, and his lips are already pressed against your temple, sighing deeply in contentment. He leans back against the roof, his eyes closing for a brief moment before looking up at you with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Ain’t no way I’m lettin' some idiot ruin this moment,” Mammon mutters, still sounding gruff. His hands trail slowly up your back, pulling you closer to him, locking you in place on his lap. His eyes never leave yours, a soft smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Now... I want somethin’ from ya,” Mammon says, his voice lowered to a hushed whisper, a hint of impatience creeping in. “A kiss. Keep 'em comin' ya hear? I need ‘em, lots of it!"

You blink at him in surprise, but Mammon's expression is unwavering, his gaze full of longing. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth, each kiss slow and soft. Until he pulls back to ask “Well? What ya waitin’ for?”

You smile, a warm, tender feeling spreading through your chest as you return his kisses, each one more passionate than the last, the world fading into the background. The sounds of his human’s chaos below seem so distant now, as Mammon only cares about the feeling of you in his arms, keeping you close and demanding more of your affection.

Bonus Detail:

Later, once you’ve reunited properly with the brothers, Mammon gets lectured for abandoning the human.

“Mammon… What happened to him?” Lucifer.

He only shrugs lazily, throwing an arm around you, “Eh… He didn’t die.”

The human, still limping, waves off the concern with a weak smile, “I’m alright… really… just a sprained leg… and a… couple broken ribs…” Just as he finishes speaking, he faints and collapsing onto the floor.

Mammon doesn’t even flinch, instead looks at Lucifer with a smirk. “See? Told ya. He's fine.”

Lucifer just sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. Mammon ignores the gravity of the situation and instead decides to tease the current shocked expression on your face.

Leviathan

Leviathan’s human is like the ultimate cheerleader, helping him see his own worth and that he deserves a little bit of love, especially from you. They’d also be a great source of moral support. They also have a love for outdoor activities. Leviathan would find it so awkward and be overwhelmed by their energy. He’d much rather sit with his games and anime, but they don’t give up.

Slowly, he realizes they’re not trying to change him but to help him grow and experience life outside of his comfort zone. By the end of their time together, he’s probably more appreciative of outdoor activities and even starts to enjoy them, but he’ll never admit it. He just likes having a balance now — time for gaming and time for a little adventure. They have some playful streak in — always willing to try new things and encourage others to push their boundaries, including Levi.

You’re standing outside of Leviathan’s door, your hand hovering just over the handle. For some reason, you can’t bring yourself to knock right away. Your chest tightens slightly as you stare at the familiar wood, memories rushing back. You remember the hours you spent in his room, watching anime marathons until you both passed out. You remember him excitedly rambling about a new game, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm while he explained the lore. You remember when he shyly held your hand for the first time, his face flushed to his ears. But now… you aren’t sure what to expect. Finally, you muster the courage and gently knock on the door, “Levi? It’s me.”

There’s a brief pause, followed by the sound of something crashing inside. You hear Levi’s frantic scrambling—the familiar shuffle of game cases falling and his tail smacking against furniture. You can practically picture him panicking at the sudden intrusion.

“J-Just a sec!” he calls out, his voice breathless.

When the door finally creaks open, Levi stands there, slightly disheveled, his face flushed from his hurried movements. His amber eyes widen slightly when he sees you.

“Y-Y/N…?” His voice barely above a whisper, like he’s afraid you’re an illusion.

You give him a soft smile, expecting him to pull you into the room—maybe even into his arms. But instead… he hesitates. His eyes flicker nervously over his shoulder.

Your gaze follows his, and that’s when you see her. Leviathan’s assigned human. She’s seated on his gaming chair, her back to you, completely immersed in one of Leviathan’s newest games. She’s wearing his headset, chatting casually with other players online.

“How do I pause the game? Ugh! I don’t know how to jump!” she panics.

Leviathan notices your expression immediately, and his eyes widen slightly in panic, “W-Wait! I-It’s not what it looks like!”

His tail nervously coils around his ankle, a clear sign that he’s flustered. But you can’t help the pang in your chest. The scene is so… familiar. It reminds you of all those times you gamed with him, wearing his hoodies, sitting in that same chair, listening to his ramblings.

“Oh. You’re… busy.” Your voice comes out smaller than you intended.

Leviathan visibly panics, his hands flailing slightly as he steps toward you. “N-No! I’m not busy! She’s just—she’s just— l-leaving!”

The human twists around in the chair and gives you a sincere smile. “Oh! You must be Y/N.”

Leviathan stiffens, his eyes wide in horror, his face instantly turning red. “W-Wait, Don’t—!” But before he can try to shut her down, she appears before you, her grin wide and enthusiastic, “Levi talks about you all the time! You’re like, his favorite person!”

Leviathan’s tail whips around wildly, knocking over a few figurines in his panic. “N-No! I-I don’t know what you mean! I don’t… I don’t talk about her that much!”

The human presses on, practically bouncing with excitement. “Oh, you’re so cute! You’re the one in all his pictures! He has them all over his shelves. I swear, you’re like, the highlight of his life! It so adorable!”

Leviathan looks as though he’s about to faint right there, his tail coils around his ankle so tightly that it’s almost cutting off circulation. “D-DON’T say things like that!” He shrieks, grabbing his head like he’s about to explode from embarrassment. You feel a little bad for him, but his flustered state is just too sweet. You give him a teasing smile, leaning a little closer to him, “You never told me you had all those pictures of me.”

Leviathan freezes, and his eyes widen in shock. “Th-They’re just there for… for sentimental reasons!” At this point, Levi is literally hiding his face behind his hands, mumbling under his breath in defeat. It’s clear how much he still cares.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, “I missed you too.”

“Y-You do?”

You nodded shyly, stepping closer and closer. For a moment, everything else fades away, and it’s just the two of you, standing there in the dim light of his room. As you both stare at each other, you feel a strange pull toward him—an invisible force drawing you closer. You notice his pupils are dilating, and the way his breath catches in his throat. Then there is a quiet voice from behind him—a voice too excited for its own good. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

You glance over at Leviathan’s human, who is now quietly chanting, eyes gleaming with mischief. She’s practically grinning from ear to ear, clearly loving the drama of the situation. Leviathan’s face turns beet-red, and he practically staggers backward, his tail flailing as he trips over a stray video game case.

“W-Wait, R-Right now—! I-I can’t—!”

Before Levi can retreat any further, you make a decision. Stepping closer, you place your hands gently on his shoulders, guiding him toward you. Without giving him time to overthink, you pull him in, and your lips meet his—quiet, soft, and shy, just like everything between the two of you had always been. Leviathan’s body stiffens at first, caught off guard by the intensity of the moment, but then he melts into the kiss. His arms, still a little hesitant, tentatively wrap around you. His tail, which had been nervously flicking behind him, curls tightly around your leg in affection.

His heart is practically hammering in his chest, and for a moment, it feels like the world slows down. All that’s left is the gentle warmth of his lips against yours, the softness of his touch, and the steady rhythm of his breath. The world outside seems distant, unimportant. You pull away after, your eyes on his, but just as you do, you hear an unmistakable sound—the giggles of Levi’s human.

“Ooooh, that was so cute!” she teases, clearly loving the scene unfolding before her.

Leviathan’s eyes widen in shock, his face turning an even deeper shade of red as he starts to sway on his feet. Then, in a sudden, dramatic swoon, his eyes roll back, and his knees give out beneath him. In a dead faint, Levi crumbles into your arms, leaving you to awkwardly catch him. The human stands there, eyes wide with disbelief, her mouth hanging open in utter surprise.

“Did he just—?”

You can’t help but sigh softly, feeling a mix of amusement and fondness. “Yep. He does this sometimes. Don’t worry, he’ll wake up in a second. It’s totally normal.”

The human’s jaw drops even further as she stares at you, her eyes darting between Levi, unconscious, and you, who seems completely unfazed by the situation.

“You’re... you're seriously telling me that he just faints like this all the time?” she asks, incredulously.

You give a small laugh, trying to adjust Levi’s weight in your arms, “Unfortunately, yeah. But I’m getting used to it by now.” With a soft groan, you attempt to move him, but he’s heavier than you expected, “Can you help me get him into his tub? He’s kinda heavy.”

The human snaps out of her stunned state and nods eagerly. “Sure!”

Together, the two of you awkwardly drag Leviathan’s limp body across the room. Every now and then, you accidentally bang him against something or nearly trip over him, but you manage to get him into the tub. Once he’s finally settled in, you let out an exhale, dropping onto the floor. The room falls into a moment of silence. After a moment, you look over at Leviathan, still knocked out, and then glance back at the human.

“So… what else did he say about me?” you ask eagerly leaning in.

The human’s eyes light up, a mischievous glint flashing in her gaze. Levi is not going to be happy when he wakes up.

Bonus Detail:

He definitely made up for lost time, having intimate conversations in the tub, noses inches away as you two cuddle.

Constantly feels you up, muttering a shy sorry if he grabs you too hard. What? He's nervous, okay!

Leviathan’s human is the ultimate wingman.

She’s always making sure his brothers don’t cockblock.

Definitely takes secret candid photos of you two to give later, adding to Leviathan's collection.

[collectorofsoulss]

Exile! Mammon xF!Reader Pt 5

One, Two, Three, Four

There was only so much a mother could bare. In the reflection of the water you saw the bags beneath your eyes, heavy with exhaustion as you mindlessly rinsed the fruits. There were moments you were seconds from having a mental breakdown, on the verge of losing your mind but no–not yet, at least. You had to keep it together for the children, for their sake.

There was a cabin you rented, a secluded area distant from the public where no prying eyes would see MJ’s intricate features. The woman you sought earlier, Agatha, explained there was an insufficient amount of a specific ingredient required to bind his powers. Until there’s something she could substitute, you had to stay out of sight and you were getting restless. Each time there was a need to leave the house, MJ had to be left behind, instructed to stay put until you returned. It was for short periods for necessities.

In these small quarters, little things began to pile up, grating at your nerves. MJ new behaviors were…questionable. For starters, he took things that did not belong to him. It was small things, Maximus’ stuffed rabbit, your shirt until it became more personal like your necklace, your earrings and Maximus’ favorite toys.

“They’re mine!”

However, you stood on business. “MJ, they are not yours. Give it back right now. Do not let me ask again.”

He refused, clutching it tighter. His voice deepened unnaturally, the syllables reverberating as if layered with another voice, “No.”

The way he looked at you was not of this world, his eyes pulsed black, consuming his blues. For the first time, you hesitated, unnerved by the sound and how deep his preschooler’s voice could go. Fear was apparent on his face once he realized what he’s done, and he reluctantly handed over the items. And the strange happenings continued.

Once there was a fluctuation in MJ’s mood, the lights would flicker or even blow. Then the only thing you’d see were glowing golden eyes for a split second until they disappeared. His strange ways were beginning to scare you.

Blinking repeatedly, you realized you left the water running from spacing out. Emptying the drain’s contents, you dried your hands on your apron. There was a sudden crash in the distance; swiftly your large steps made it to the room where the children were playing. The little thread connecting your sanity began to unravel. Immediately your heart accelerated at the sight. Dust–everywhere, MJ rose from the ground while Maximus did not. The chandelier was on the floor, debris haphazardly fallen.

“What happened?” your voice was sharper than intended as you scooped Maximus into your arms, who was crying softly, “…Mommy.”

“I-It was an accident…” he stammered, his eyes widening in fear. “…we were only playing…” he twiddled his thumbs in shame.

“What did I tell you!” a firm grip to his arm, you forced him to look at you. The stress of the past few weeks rose to the surface. “You can’t just fly around like that! Look what you’ve done!”

He began to bawl, “Mommy, I’m sorry,” he cried. He came close to hug your leg, sobbing onto your pants. “Please, don’t be mad at me.”

Soon your anger disintegrated, feeling guilty for raising your voice. “I’m not mad at you sweetheart, I was worried. I don’t want either of you getting hurt,” you hugged them both. The weight of the situation was stressing you out, terrified of what’s to come and not knowing how to protect him.

“It’s okay,” you comforted. “Come, let’s get away from the glass.”

There were times MJ did not respond kindly to your reprimands. There was always a spiral of gold shimmering in his eyes, and just when you noticed it vanished. His powers have been growing immensely, it’s become unpredictable, wild–and your constant corrections made him feel worse.

It was a toy. It was over a single toy.

“Give it back!” MJ voice snarled unnaturally as his claws extended further than necessary.

“No!” Maximus gripped the toy tightly, his own defiance glowing in his tear-streaked eyes. “I’m playing with it now!”

“But it’s mine!” he growled dangerously, “Give it back!”

Maximus grew fearful, fleeing towards you, screaming, “Mommy!” his small frame barely made it two steps before MJ flew after his younger sibling, knocking him down.

“It’s mine!” MJ reminded, his voice warped inhumanly as he straddled his younger brother, yanking the toy free from Maximus’ trembling hands. “You don’t get to have it!”

Slowly you came into view, “Get off your brother this instant!” you yelled, gaining his attention.

MJ rose. The toy clattered to the floor, forgotten, but the anger didn’t leave his face. His breathing was heavy, erratic, his small chest rising and falling like he was holding back something far worse than tears. Maximus scrambled to you, burying his face into your leg. That’s when you noticed the grazes across his hands, where the item was snatched, blood trickling from shallow wounds.

“MJ what did you do?” you questioned. You knelt to inspect Maximus’ injuries. Your voice was louder than you intended, fueled by both worry and anger. “You need to play nice with Maxi, MJ! Come over here and apologize right now!”

MJ was not listening. His glowing eyes darted between yours and Maximus, the jealousy in his expression twisted into something darker. The flickering lights dimmed further, plunging the room into shadows as he breathing grew heavier.

“…no.” his response was far too low.

You looked at the lightbulbs blowing one by one, “Stop this right now.”

Piercing golden eyes started at you in the darkness and Maximus began to cry, burying his face in your side. “Mommy, make him stop!”

“MJ, enough!”

“You only care about him!” MJ screamed, his voice cracking as tears of rage streamed down his cheeks.

“That’s not true,” you said softy, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Yes, it is!” he yelled, and in that moment, the lights flashed brightly. His small fists shook, and the room trembled under his outburst. “You don’t love me anymore! You’re always mad at me… yelling at me … you hate me!”

“Of course not, honey,” you started, in attempts to soothe him, but his voice cut you off, sharper than the crack of thunder outside.

“Liar!”

The storm brewing outside eventually responded to his temper. Lightening split the skies and came crackling down in the house. The surge of power hit the corner of the room. The sound was deafening–like the heavens themselves had opened. It sent a blinding flash of light and a violent surge of wind that knocked you and Maximus backward into the wall. Maximus cried, his little arms clinging to you as you struggled to your feet.

The strong scent of burning wood filled the air. A spark ignited where the bolt had struck, quickly spreading across the dry walls. Flames licked at the ceiling, crawling along the walls like living creatures. Once he realized what he had done, the golden flare in his eyes disappeared, he gasped.

“Mommy…I’m–” his apology was cut short when he was snatched.

One at your hip, the other under your arm you began to move. Each direction seemed blocked by the flickering orange and deadly heat. Your lungs burned with every breath, and your steps grew slower, heavier, as the thick gray haze filled the space. They were across the walls, casting long, flickering shadows that seemed to reach out and grab at you. “I can’t breathe!” Maximus whimpered against your chest.

“I know, baby, I know,” you rasped, voice weak as you stumbled toward the door. The promise of safety was just a few steps away. Your cough became wet and ragged, your knees buckling under the weight of the children. You were so close–so close. Then the sound came, a loud cracking from above. The beams of the ceiling, weakened by the fire, began to collapse with terrifying speed. Using the last ounce of your strength, you hurled both children forward out of harm’s away just in time for it collapse onto you.

Maximus landed with a cry, his small frame rolling to safety, MJ hit the ground but scrambled in time to see the horror; the debris pinned you with a sickening thud. Pain seared through your body as the weight of the beam compressed against your back. Gasping, you struggled to draw air into your smoke-filled lungs.

“Mommy!” MJ’s panicked, shaking you. Tears filled his eyes; the fire reflecting off them like mirrors. “Mommy, please, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry…”

“Take… Maxi…and get… out,” you wheezed, barely able to form the words. The pain was unbearable, your strength slipping with every second.

In a desperate attempt, he tried to raise the wood but it hardly budged in his flustered state. His breathing quickened, shallow gasp that worsened with panic.

“Boys…go now,” you whispered.

He reached for his younger brother but the boy shrank away from him, in a coughing and sobbing fit. Maximus crawled towards you, hacking violently, his tear-streaked face twisted in despair, “I hate you!”

MJ froze, his outstretched hand hovering, abandoned, in midair. His pupils shook as he raised his small hands to his face, seeing the red smearing his palms. His claws glinted in the firelight, long and sharp. The metallic scent of it mixed with the smoke made his stomach churn. He stumbled back another step, his small body trembling violently. MJ’s chest heaved, his breath coming in quick, uneven bursts.

“No, no, no, no,” he whispered, hands quivering as he stared. They were covered in blood—your blood. His wide eyes darted to the floor, where the pool of blood gathered. The sight made his chest tighten, his heart pounding so loudly it drowned out the sound of the fire.

“I… I didn’t mean…” MJ whispered, backing away slowly. Unable to find his voice, he started to hyperventilate. He watched as Maximus slumped beside you as he succumbed to the smoke. He stumbled further back, nearly tripping over his own feet as his vision blurred with tears.

And then he saw it.

In the flickering light of the fire, his shadow stretched across the wall—a twisted, monstrous form. Jagged horns curved upward from his head, and enormous wings extended from his back, their edges sharp and menacing.

“No,” he whispered, shaking his head. His voice was weak.

The shadow moved as he moved, mimicking his every tremble and twitch. It loomed over him, a grotesque reflection of the monster he was terrified he had become.

“I’m a…” The words barely escaped his lips. He clutched his head with quivering hands, his claws scratching against his scalp. He trembled violently as he doubled over, gasping for air that refused to come.

“I hurt them…” he sobbed. “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to…”

The fire roared louder, the heat pressing onwards as the flames consumed more of the cabin. The shadows around him danced wildly but his eyes stayed locked on his own monstrous outline.

“Get out!” your weak voice echoed faintly in his mind, overlapping with Maximus’s sharp, hateful words: “I hate you!”

Without looking back, MJ stumbled to his feet, his legs weak and unsteady. Tears blurred his vision as exited. He burst out into the rain, the cold droplets stinging against his flushed cheeks. The storm swallowed him whole, the pounding rain mingling with his sobs as he flew blindly into the night. The monstrous shadow followed him, casting against the muddy ground by the flashes of lightning above.

Far behind, beneath the smoke-choked sky, another presence stirred—one untouched by the storm.

A figure stood at the edge of the burning wreckage, watching with an air of quiet inevitability. His emerald gaze, sharp and unwavering, merely glanced across the destruction with neither surprise nor urgency. The storm howled, the wind screeched through the trees, but where he stood, the air was deathly still. Time itself seemed to hesitate, waiting, knowing.

He had foreseen this moment.

The boy had finally lost control.

It was time.

His gaze followed the path MJ had taken, disappearing into the night. There was no need to chase him—he would be found when the time was right. A single step forward, the flames bowed to his will, their violent hunger subdued in an instant responding to an authority far greater than nature’s wrath.

~~~

The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the glass chambers that encased you. Next to you, Maximus floated in a smaller healing capsule, his tiny body bruised but stable. Pale blue light shimmered faintly within the enchanted healing pods, illuminating your still faces and casting shadows across the stone walls of the castle’s guest suite. Mammon sat slumped in a chair, his elbows on his knees and his head buried in his hands. His white hair was moist with sweat, strands sticking to his forehead as he struggled to steady his breathing. Clothing, damped and stained with mud from his relentless search. He has been teetering between searching for MJ and being here. Mammon’s eyes, usually so mischievous and full of life, were dull, rimmed red from exhaustion. He hadn’t slept, how could he? This was all his fault.

“Damn it,” he muttered, his knee bouncing from restlessness.

He could see the faint lines of pain etched into your expression, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the bloodied bandages wrapped around your torso, a cruel reminder of how close he had come to losing you. The faint rise and fall of your chest was the only reassurance that you were still there with him. Mammon wiped at his face roughly, but the tears kept coming.

“I shoulda been there,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I shoulda been there,” he repeated desperately.

His eyes drifted to Maximus’, his soft white hair a mess of soot and damp curls. Mammon swallowed hard, his hands shaking as he reached out to touch the glass but paused when he heard a loud commotion outside in the hallway. The doors burst open suddenly, cutting through this intimate moment. Mammon’s head snapped up, his face twisted into a glare as Asmodeus stormed in, his makeup marred by disbelief and utter anger.

“Mammon!” Asmodeus’ voice was sharp, accusing.

“Asmodeus, not now,” Satan warned, following closely behind with Beelzebub.

“Not now? Not now?” he repeated with heavier irritation, “When, then? When were we supposed to find out?”

Beelzebub reached out a hand in an attempt to stop Asmodeus, his voice cautioning, “Asmo, wait–”

“No! I won’t wait!” Asmodeus snapped, brushing Beelzebub’s hand off as he marched further into the room.

Mammon cautiously rose from his seat, his voice low, “Don’t you dare yell in here,” he growled. “They’re restin’.”

Asmodeus faltered slightly, his gaze flickering toward the healing chambers. His fury was briefly overshadowed by the sight of you and Maximus. But his emotions boiled over again. “A wife, Mammon? Children? And you didn’t think we deserved to know? Only to hear from Diavolo of all people that our brother—one we’ve known for centuries—has been hiding a whole life from us?”

Mammon’s jaw tightened, and his response was cold. “It ain’t none of yer business.”

“Answer me!”

“Shut up!” The raw emotion in his voice was startling, “This is mine to enjoy—to have, not you! Stop makin’ this about yourself!”

Satan’s gaze met Mammon’s, his eyes narrowing with concern. “Not our business?” he repeated, “Well it is now. We just came out of a meeting with Diavolo and Barbatos to not only search for your child for his own safety but for others as well in case he accidentally blows a town to smithereens.” Mammon shot him a death glare from the corner of his eye, but Satan didn’t falter.

“Let’s not do this here,” Beelzebub suggested quietly, gesturing to the two of you in the chambers. “This is not right, Asmo.”

Suddenly, the door opened again. The rest of his siblings pooled in with the exception of Lucifer.

“To keep ‘em away from all this shit!” Mammon interjected. “I worked hard for this, I worked my ass off to be better and I sure as hell ain’t goin’ to let you ruin it for me!”

“Ruin it for you?” Asmodeus repeated, “Is that what you think we’d do?”

Belphegor stepped through his brothers, “So you keep them away from us? Have them live as fucking humans?”

“The hell I want ‘em here for? All the insults, all the jokes ‘bout my greed? ” His voice shook with frustration. “Each and every one-a ya never let me forget what I am. The one who can’t control himself, who’d do anythin’ for a quick buck.” The words were a bitter mixture of pain and fury. “I didn’t want my kids goin’ through that ‘cause they’re tied to me.”

Asmodeus’ mouth fell open, “Oh, that, well–I –I never meant–”

“Yeah, ya didn’t mean it,” Mammon interrupted bitterly. “But ya still said it, didn’t ya? All of ya did!”

Beelzebub’s expression twisted with disbelief. “…Did you really think we’d hurt them?”

The quickness of Mammon’s response broke Beel’s heart. “I ain’t takin’ that chance. Not with them.”

Satan was disappointed. “How could you think so little of us? As if we do not have the capacity to behave appropriately.”

Mammon let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Why would my kids be any different? They’re gonna be a greed demon just—like—me. I wasn’t gonna let ‘em grow up feelin’ the way I did.”

Belphegor’s eyes were cold. “You did all of this shit because of some petty teasing.”

“It wasn’t just teasing!” Mammon retorted. “Each and every one of ya treated me like shit, callin’ me names—and at one point, I believed ya. I believed the fuckin’ shitty ass words you said ‘bout me.” His eyes were wild as he gestured to each of them. “Blamed for shit I didn’t do! A fuckin’ punchin’ bag just ‘cause!”

Asmodeus pointed at him, “Do not stand there and paint yourself as the victim as if you’ve never done anything!”

“All of us did fucked up shit!” Mammon yelled. “But I got the worst of it!”

“And you think being with this human solves any of that?” Belphegor’s questioned.

Mammon’s fists tightened at his sides. “Don’t you dare,” he hissed dangerously. “Bring her into this.”

“I’m just saying,” Belphegor shrugged, as if the weight of the conversation didn’t affect him. “Running off to play house with a human does not change what you are.”

“You shut yer fuckin’ mouth!” The room crackled with his demonic power like static electricity. Beelzebub’s gaze shifted, and even Satan seemed to take a step back, surprised by the violence of Mammon’s reaction.

“Ya don’t get it, do ya?” Mammon continued. “She saved me. She made me feel like I ain’t just some greedy piece of shit. She gave me somethin’ good, somethin’ pure—and ya think I’d let you, ruin it?”

Asmodeus, his voice softer now, spoke again. “We would’ve loved to know you were happy—that you had someone who made you feel that way…”

Mammon refused to meet his gaze, instead he sat down in his seat to watch you under the glass chamber. His brothers could all fuck off.

But Asmodeus wasn’t finished. He refused to let the matter drop. “You didn’t trust us,” he noted. “You didn’t even give us the chance to prove we could love her too—or our nephews.”

Mammon turned away, dragging a hand through his disheveled white hair, his shoulders rising and falling with each shaky breath. He was trying to hold himself together, trying not to lose it entirely in front of them. “I ain’t tryin’ to hear this shit,” he muttered.

Asmodeus took a step forward, his tone shifting to one of remorse, “Mammon… we didn’t realize. If we had known—”

“We did know.”

The words sliced through the room like a blade. Everyone turned toward the quiet voice, their attention landing on Leviathan. He stood near the edge of the confrontation, his posture tense, his tail twitching slightly behind him. Leviathan took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the floor, his hands gripping his arms tightly as if bracing himself. “I knew,” he admitted quietly. “I knew it bothered you. What we said, what we did—it got to you.”

The room seemed to hold its breath; every pair of eyes locked on the normally hesitant third-born. Leviathan continued, “And I didn’t stop it. I couldn’t bring myself to stop it. Because…” He swallowed hard, his tail flicking nervously. “Because if it wasn’t you, it’d be me.”

Mammon’s eyes widened, shock flashing across his face. Leviathan finally raised his gaze; his watery orange eyes meeting Mammon’s for the first time.

“I felt better about myself,” Levi admitted. “My flaws weren’t noticed. No one called me a useless shut-in or told me how pathetic I was… because everyone was too busy laughing at Mammon...And I know I am not the only one.”

There was a knowing guilt on everyone's face that gave it away. The confession landed like a physical blow. Mammon’s mouth fell open in disbelief. His heart twisted painfully as the words sank in.

“The hell ya tellin’ me this for?!” Mammon roared, his voice raw with betrayal. He stood abruptly, the chair crashing to the floor behind him. “Ya think this makes me feel better? That this makes it okay?!”

Levi flinched, but Mammon didn’t stop. His fists clenched tight, his entire body trembling as years of suppressed pain and anger boiled over.

“They never knew about any of you!” Mammon yelled. He jabbed a finger toward the group. “And that’s why they’ll never know you! You think I’d let my kids anywhere near the sick fucks who get off on treatin’ their own kind like garbage?”

Asmodeus' hands were outstretched in a placating gesture. “Mammon, that’s not fair—”

“Fair?!” Mammon shouted, cutting him off. His blue eyes blazed with fury. “You wanna talk about fair? Do ya even hear yourselves?!” He turned, gesturing toward the healing pods where you and Maximus floated, pale and still. “That’s my family! My kids! You think I’m gonna let them grow up thinkin’ they’re a joke to be laughed at?!”

“Mammon, don't say that...” Beelzebub’s voice was strained, filled with guilt. “We’d never treat them–”

“No!” Mammon’s breathing went ragged as he took a step back. “My kids don’t need you,” he said, his voice shaking. “And they sure as hell don’t need this place!” The words echoed in the room, cutting deep into each of his brothers. For a moment, the room was silent except for Mammon’s irregular breathing.

With deliberate steps, Lucifer entered, his polished boots echoing against the stone floor like the toll of a final judgment. The sheer weight of his power was enough to make the temperature drop, an oppressive force pressing down on everyone's shoulders.

“Enough,” he barked. The command held absolute authority, brokering no argument. “This isn’t about any of you,” he said coldly, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “Whether or not you agree with his actions is irrelevant. You will respect it. This is not the time,” Lucifer enforced. “We have a missing child to find, and that is where our focus should be.” His sharp gaze looked to each of his brothers in turn. “Make yourself scarce.”

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Exile! Mammon xF!Reader Pt 4

Rain. Blood collected with the rainwater, mixing as it trailed into the sewer. MJ’s eyes casually followed it until they landed on your staggered form against the wall for support while Papa held your sides as you retched. It was not too long ago he arrived; him being the demon he was, it easy to trace your scent. Mammon sought after you in an attempt to win you back. He was not one to wait or let things ‘cool off’ he could not bear the fact you were upset with him.

Mammon had instructed MJ and Maximus to go inside the car and wait. Head laid against the window, MJ exhaled, his breath fogging the window before clearing, there he noticed his reflection, studying the reality of his image until he spotted Maximus staring with curiosity.

“Am I going to get horns too?” he touched the top of his hair, feeling for signs.

MJ said nothing, ignoring him he stared at his bloodstained hands. The image of your expression flickered in his mind, he felt…ashamed although you said nothing. The ambiguity of your face made him scared. Did you not love him anymore? He soon felt a tug on his wing, Maximus pulling at the appendage.

"Can you fly?"

“Stop it,” he mumbled, casually nudging him with it. “Leave me alone.”

“Why you get to have them and I don’t?” Maxi whined.

“Mama said it’s a curse, I’m not supposed to have these,” he whispered. 

The sudden loudness of your voice drew their attention away from each other and to their parents. Climbing into the passenger seat, Maximus gazed out the window for a better view. It was a slight distance, and the rainfall muffled your voice, however, MJ's ears were sharp. He heard everything.

The clothes were glued to your skin, teeth chattering from the coldness of the rain. The breath your body chased was never caught, between the puking and the adrenaline, it left you breathless. Heavily your chest rose and fell in attempts to grasp reality. 

“Babe,” Mammon reasoned. “It’s rainin’ let get outta ‘ere and talk at home.”

“No,” you kept your distance, “You didn’t see what I saw! I need you to reverse it right now, whoever the hell you pissed off caused our son to do that!” you pointed to the dismembered bodies sprawled across the alleyway.

Mammon set a hand on the nape of his neck as he faced away from your intense gaze, he began to pace. He shifted his weight, one foot to the other as he built up the courage.

“I’ll…I’ll explain everythin’ to ya,” he breathed. “Just not here.”

The rain coated your face, dripping from your brows and quivering lips. At this point you could hardly feel your toes, regardless you remained unmoving. 

“It’s hurting my baby,” you gritted. “I don’t want it to get worse.”

“No one ain’t do nothin’ to ‘em,” he confessed. “It ain’t a curse.”

Mammon slowly found the courage to face you. In the depths of your eyes twirled with disbelief, confusion and the searing pain of betrayal. Unconsciously, your body curled inward. The words tripped on your tongue, barely escaping as a whisper, “T-then what?”

Mammon’s heart clenched at your vulnerability, he never intended to keep this secret for so long. He was going to tell you! Not on the first date – or third! Not on the day he proposed or the night of his wedding! Everything was going well, telling you would have ruined everything he’s worked hard for.

He was truly afraid. Afraid you’d see him just like his brothers, that you too will gaze at him with eyes of disappointment and scorn. Mammon desperately ran from his greed, the past and who he was destined to be. He thought it eventually would fade with time. The single thought of you hating him, distrusting him – he simply couldn’t handle it. It’ll break him, like how your look alone is breaking him right now. 

“I’m a…” he struggled to get it passed his throat, “…a –”

The woman’s words decided to echo in your mind. “…a demon,” you finished for him.

He looked into your tear-filled eyes. “All these years…” you murmured, “a-all these years,” you repeated. The outside closed in around you, the space was suffocating from the weight of his confession. Every piece of furniture, the photos, they all mocked you for the life you had built with this man, this demon. Everything you’ve once known about him was lies!

“Were you even an orphan?”

“…no.”

Spinning around, you could not bear to look at his face! “You knew…all this time?”

He did not have to speak for you to know his answer. Immediately you began to walk towards your car where your children were waiting.

“Baby please!” he clutched your arm, delaying your departure. “I was just scared,” he stammered, his eyes plea for understanding. He hoped you’d be able to see beyond the label and had grown to love the layers of his character. “Afraid if you knew, you’d see me as a –”

“What! A monster?” you interrupted, finishing with bitterness. Wrenching your arm from his touch, “Are you!”

The tears eventually cascaded down your cheeks. The weight of your accusation filled him with disgust. Mammon knew his previous actions could mark him as that but every day he found against his instincts, suppressing the desire. Temptation was everywhere, wealth, power and the humans displayed it well; it was partially oozing from their pores. There were moments of weakness but each time he chose you and his children over his selfishness. Mammon was fighting his demons but he couldn’t fight them if the demon was him.

Mammon tried to touch you again, “Babe, c’mon you’d know I’d never –” you raised your hands in defense, flinching. Not once you look at him like that before – ever. It scared him. Mammon stared at his palms, eyes shaking with terror. “I’d never h-hurt you,” his voice was a whisper, however, his words were swallowed by an abyss of mistrust. The way you stood there, staring with foreign eyes. Internally Mammon crumbled to pieces.

           “No,” you breathed, “I don’t know. Do you expect me to believe anything from you?” Little by little you stepped backward, “I never asked for any of this! You never gave me a choice!” you shouted. “And that’s the most selfish thing a demon could ever do!” Mammon was speechless; he watched you slip from his grasp and out of his life.

Maximus saw your figure appearing closer, and quickly he went into the back, throwing himself in his car seat. The second the door opened, you made sure he was fastened. He saw how your hands trembled, you barely buckled him on the first try. Soon after, MJ saw you were going to do the same for him but noticed your hesitation once you saw the blood coating his figure. Regardless, you fastened him anyway. MJ saw Papa was still outside, standing in the same spot you left him in once you got into the car. He said nothing. Maximus strained his head to see where Papa was, eventually speaking,

“Is Papa com –”

Adjusting your rearview mirror, you interrupted. “Not now, mama needs quiet time.”

Mammon's spirit sank into the lowest pits of hell, returning to where he rightfully belonged. There he was in the dimly lit confines of his bedroom. Across his couch, he laid, pillow hugged against his chest, gazed fixed at the picture of his family within his worn wallet. The weight of your absence - was this what it meant to feel soulless? Desperately he desired to see you, to hold you once again, to kiss his children but he could not bring himself to face another rejection. Did he deserve you? Did he deserve them? He closed his eyes, a single tear escaping. His brothers were right. He was scum.

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Exile! Mammon x F! Reader Pt 3

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Previous

The skies were obscured by the darkness of the clouds. Its melancholy rained over you as you drove down treacherous roads. The headlights of your car was the only source of light. The highway lamps were blown, a thick residue of mist made seeing difficult.

The road seemed to stretch endlessly, your headlights struggled to pierce through the mist. Occasionally you glanced in your rearview mirror to observe your sleeping children, making sure they were okay.

How could Mammon subject you to this torment? The curse that plagued your firstborn son had to be from the dark and mysterious past of his, a past that now encroached upon your present. The family now bared his burden.

He might be a changed man now, but the lingering essence of his former self left you troubled. He was reaping the consequences of his past deeds and you found yourself irrevocably entangled in his karmic retribution. When would it all end?

This curse had to be broken. There was a place you knew.

His calls were declined. Mammon possessed an uncanny ability to sway you, to convince you to understand what happened, but this was something you refused to hear.

The relentless downpour drenched your clothing, the frigid water caused your teeth to chatter. Junior was bundled, carefully, his delicacy was shielded from the hash elements. Maximus’ small hands held the hem of your pants,

“Mama, I’m tired,” he mumbled his weariness. There were small splashes as he walked beside you.

Hands full, you urge him to stay close, “Don’t let go. Stay close to mama.”

The shop was still opened, a creaky old sign hung precariously above, worn and weathered. The light flickered, dangers shadows bounced casting scary imagines of the unknown. There was an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach as if unseen eyes watched you.

Quickly you moved, seeking refuge indoors. The bell above the door sounded. Floorboards aged, every step was an eerie squeak in the deadened silence. Before you could call for help, a raspy voice echoed down the dark shadows of the corners.

“Look who we have here.”

“I’ve heard you had the ability to break curses,” your voice held desperation, “My son, he’s transforming into…” Afraid to say the word chose to misspoke instead, “something.”

The woman emerged. Tall, elegant, she had a slim figure and a face that revealed wisdom and experience. The grays within her hair was slicked into a bun emphasizing the sharpness of her features. Eyes piercing as they come, it held you by surprised. The woman’s lips curled into a smile, her gaze fixed on your son.

“Let me take a good look, child.”

With careful hands you laid your son’s trembling form before the mysterious woman. Junior’s breath came in ragged gasp, “Mama,” he mumbled in distressed.

“Shh, shh,” you whispered with love, “It’s okay, she’s just going to take a look at you.”

The woman came close to examine your son, her hands glowed with a faint light as she hovered her palms. The room fell into silence with small crackles of the candles around the edge of table. Maximus was on a nearby bench, a blanket casted over him while he slept. Anxiously, you paced. The mysterious workings of magic unfolded before your eyes, weaving an intricate dance.

“This child is not burdened by any curse.”

As the woman’s words hung in the air you were consumed with confusion and disbelief. “I’m his mother, I birthed him and he did not have these…things coming out of him.”

“Such creations laid dormant. A spell has been casted, however, it appears it has weakened. Now the child's original form has begun to manifest.”

“Original form?” you laughed nervously. This woman has gone mad. “You must be mistaken –”

The woman’s gaze remained unyielding. “Did you not come to seek guidance?”

“…Yes,” you admitted.

“Then it appears you trust me enough to believe this child is of demon descent.”

Demon descent! Furious, you bundled his weary form, displeased with this woman’s service. She was full of shit. She was nothing more than a fraud. Innocently, you stared at Junior unable to believe these features were destined to be his.

“No, there must be some mistake,” you closed your eyes as you held him closer. “He’s a human just like his parents.”

“Are you sure?” her heels circled you. Eventually she stood behind to peer over your shoulder and onto your vulnerable child. "What be of his father?"

“He’s an orphan. He knows nothing of his parents, abandoned at birth,” you answered truthfully.

These words revealed a life shaped by absence, a child left to navigate a word devoid of parental guidance and love. The women stepped away to lean against the table, staring into your eyes she gave her verdict.

“His maternal or paternal side is of demon lineage.”

The weight of her words settled heavily on your shoulders. The astonishment allowed her to continue.

"It appears the young one has a little more time before he too undergoes his transformation. The spell remains intact but not yet for long." She set a cold hand upon your shoulder, "You make speak of your truth but blood never lies. Unfortunately, I am unable to help you for there is no curse for me to break,” she calmly disclosed. “If you do not see truth in my words so be it.”

The rain seized, the reminisce of its presence were puddles. Junior sleepily toddled beside you, hand in yours while the blanket laid as a makeshift hood. Maximus was exhausted, it was past his bedtime anyway so you had him against your shoulder. Hastily you attempted to leave the sketchy alleyway. 

The woman made it seemed as if you had demonic blood coursing through your veins. As far as you knew, your family was ordinary, it was you who dabbled in sorcery, enticed by the allure of magic until you realized magic comes with a price.

It was far too treacherous to continue. Immediately you casted such life behind you, your status remained at a novice level. As for your husband, you knew nothing his family for he had none to know. Was he a…? Impossible, you’d be able to sense it. Right?

The dimly lit alleyway served as refuge for shadows, allowing treachery to lurk within its mysterious depths. The car was not too far, it was just up ahead. There was a slight stumble in Junior’s steps, his feet nearly tangling in the blanket.

“Ow,” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry, honey I just need to get you and your brother out of this cold.”

There echoing in the alley, quicken footsteps trailed, their feet splashed in the puddles. The anticipation had you breathless, desperately jogging with two children in tow. An arm grabbed yours, breaking the connection of you and Junior as they pinned you against the wall. The coldness of the concrete soak through your clothes, chilling your entire core.

“Give me your wallet!” a growl.

The glint of the knife glistened ominously under the flickering streetlight as it pointed in your face. Their accomplice snatched your fallen purse shuffling through like scoundrels in search of money.

“Fifty?” they counted. “That’s it!” Disappointment soon grew into frustration.

Junior buried his face in your hip, afraid to look at them. The theft’s grip on your wrist had your fingers losing sensation, you could hard twitch a finger. This was wrong, coming here in the night like this.

“The nearest ATM!” he demanded, voicing echoing through the empty streets, a remainder they had your fate in their hands. “You’re going to withdraw every – last – cent, you hear me?” his lips were to your ear. He swiveled the knife, lightly touching the surface of your cheek. “Don’t be slick, or else I’ll be taking more than just…money.”

Your life.

A single drop of blood fell.

The blanket drifted from Junior’s head, falling, the wind casted it to the side, landing it in a puddle. His grip, once tight and fearful against your clothes soon softened as he caught scent your blood. Pupils constricted into fine lines, Junior’s claws lengthened like a sword unsheathing from a blade.

The small child moved with unmatched speed and precision the attacker’s throat was snatched with a grip promising death. The man plummeted into the wall, the bricks crumbled from impact. The other man lagged, unable to register the scene before him. The pool of blood gathered at his feet triggered him into a sprint.

Desperately he chased the light at the end of the alley which led back out into the main road. Hands clawed at the air in attempts to move faster. He was close but not close enough. The man ran from death but death – always comes.

The moonlight’s shadow concealed Junior’s figure. In the spot you stayed, your figure sunk to the ground, knees weak, arms heavy. Maximus was numb to his surroundings, in your arms he slept, not witnessing the inconceivable power his brother had just wielded.

In each passing moment you hyperventilate with uncertainty. Unsure if your child has been consumed by the curse or if he had the ability to recognize you. The footstep drew closer, and closer while you wait in anticipation in what's to come out. On the edge of light and darkness stood him.

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Hello, just asking when will you post a part 3 of your series? If you are still planning to continue or in the process of writing it. I've fallen in love with the fic and had been coming back to Tumblr to check for updates

Hello! I'm not going to lie, I did fell off, however, for you I'll continue. I know exactly how the story is going to go; it's a matter of writing it. I'll try to get it out within two weeks. I am terrible at schedules so forgive me if it's not exact.

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Exile! Mammon x F!Reader Pt2

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“Liar.”

There was disbelief written across your face. Small steps, you backed up. He was a demon. Demons were liars. You refused to believe anything that comes out of his mouth. They were negative entities, constantly draining those to fill an empty void. Any form of life often decayed and grew weak. Nothing good comes from being around them. How dare he implies your husband could be one of those vile creatures! He was nothing like them! 

The response left the demon silent. Did you not know? The sound of his name did not bring familiarity. Why not? The sudden realization had him pause his own actions. Interesting.

“My husband doesn’t have any brothers or any sort of family,” you reasoned desperately. “And he’s not…one of you.”

The choices of words left Lucifer confused, bamboozled even. ‘…one of you…’ The longer he stared at you, the more the answers became apparent. The despair in your voice, the desperation in your actions. He was seen as the enemy by his own family; a family who does not know of him. 

Did Mammon deny him knowledge of your existence? The demon gave a soft chuckle. Unsure what the laugh represented, he could only shake his head in disbelief. Not again. Both of you two were kept in the shadows not meant to see each other in the light; it was as if Mammon did not want his two words to collide.

“If this was what meant to be, so be it,” he said to himself.

The devil extended his hand towards you and snapped. Instinctively you flinched unsure of what was to come. The weight of MJ’s head crashed down, arms sliding from your shoulders as his body went heavy. 

The sudden response had you roughly shaking him, “Hey, honey,” you adjusted him within your arms to see his face. “Open your eyes, look at Mommy,” No matter how much you called his name the child remained unresponsive. The same methods were used against Maxi, you patted his bottom waiting for a sound but he was silent as well.

“What did you do to my babies!”

The devil towered over you; gradually craning your neck you peered into his soulless pools of red. The vision of him disoriented into nothingness. The control of your body was relinquished to him. The once strained expression you carried relaxed as the magic neutralized you. It had no choice but to follow the orders of the demon. The will of his was now the will of yours.

“Human. Put the children to bed for their afternoon nap, then prepare dinner for the night. Once dinner is finished, fall asleep on the sofa waiting for your husband to return home, however, before he does you awake from a nightmare, this nightmare. Call him and demand he is to return home because you are afraid. You are not to remember my face. You are not to remember by name. You are not to remember me.”

There were two crows stationed outside the windowsill. Hato had taken off to deliver the contents of what occurred while Karasu remained behind to intervene. Hato had stopped in mid-flight to perch on a nearby branch confused as to why he left his post, not realizing the mere minutes were blurred from their minds. Immediately, Hato flew back joining beside Karasu. They both observed the little ones getting tucked into their beds; the intruder was no more. 

By the grace of magic, Lucifer concealed any evidence of his presence. Mammon did not reveal to his family who or what he was; Lucifer had no other choice than to honor it. A secret he will now carry for eternity.

Lucifer knew all there was to know. He had to make sure you were not a threat. There was nothing special or extraordinary about you. Nothing. There was no spell, no bribe, Mammon was not blackmailed nor forced. Everything done for you was done willingly. Which was why it grieved him. How could a mere human shift this demon’s behavior for the better he has worked eons to correct? What made you different? 

Lucifer waited and waited, however, the truth never came. He began questioning the relationship he had with his brother. Everything he’s ever done was to protect them, all of them. Did Mammon doubt him? That somehow that’ll change? After the whole ordeal about Mammon’s whereabouts, Lucifer calmly disclosed to the rest of his brothers, Mammon was simply handling some affairs for the witches, easily they believed him, disinterested in the shenanigans he manages to get himself into. 

Lucifer stilled himself, vowing to not interfere with his brothers’ life. Ignorant to the truth, you knew nothing of the supernatural world. You knew creatures and beasts lived, hidden and dispersed throughout mankind but you knew not of their story or how they came to be. For if you knew the history of their time, you’d know it was not a man you laid next to each night but a demon.

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“What da hell ya mean you don’t have it!” Mammon yelled. “The hell I’m payin’ ya for!”

The side of his fist hit the stone wall he stood at; its cracks dispersing across the center. The signs were already showing, there was barely enough time. It was only a matter of moments before everything he worked hard for goes to shit! The spell needed to be enforced but lacked a few vital ingredients. The woman uncrossed her legs, sitting up in her chair.

“Look! It’s not my fault the flowers have not bloomed! And please,” she pointed, “Try not to damage any of my shit!”

“It’s been a year now, witch! The fuckin’ bind is weakenin’” he explained. “It cannot break, ya hear?”

Prudence saw the desperation within his eyes; there’s hardly been a time where he was ever serious...like ever. Mammon frantically paced in her cabin, ruffling his hair as he tried to think. If you were to ever find out – he couldn’t even imagine your reaction, the words you’d say. 

He was going to tell you, not on the first date–or third but eventually! It was the strength, he lacked. Everything was going so well, this little secret of his was going to strip away all the precious moments he’s shared with you. Mammon was afraid that’s all you’ll see in him just like his brothers. He tried to escape his sin, his past, and who he was destined to be. 

Foolishly, he thought if he doesn’t speak of it, nor acknowledge that side of him, it’ll go away. The thought of you hating him, not trusting him – everything about his character made him sick. Desperately he struggled to avoid such fate yet look where he was now. 

A pang of pain radiated within his chest, a hand, he clutched himself, fingers indenting his shirt. Would you even want him anymore? Would you want…them? Fuck! He shouldn’t think like this, of course, you’d want them. They were your kids, you’d never abandoned them but would you abandon…him? The thought scared him.

“These ingredients have to be in their ripest forms in order for it to be effective,” she reasoned, observing the components on the countertop. “They are already so rare, blooming every decade, growing in the harshest environment. It’s not something that’s easy to come by, not only do we need one dose but two.”

Due to their small potency, during each concoction, its amounts were doubled, and given to each of the children for maximum effectiveness. Mammon could not risk any slip-ups. Performed annually, eventually the flowers diminished in quantity.

“There must be somethin’ else,” he sat on the stool. “That’s all the tricks ya got up yer sleeves? The fuck kinda witch are ya?”

The woman’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, frustrated about the lack of respect. Not only he appeared unannounced, but he also invited himself into her home. If it weren’t for their past, Prue would have his ass out. Despite his rash behavior, she took into account – he has kept promises before, surprisingly. It’s only fair to return the favor.

“I told you, I do not have strong enough magic to seal their powers,” she disclosed, placing the tips of her fingers together. “Despite them being human, given you being their father, one of the greatest sins known to mankind; their demonic heritage is far too potent for me alone to seal. I would need other members of the coven to have a successful ritual or it must be a demon of higher power. Given how discreet you are about their existence, this is the only option unless…”

Mammon perked up, swiveling around to hear the words come out of her mouth.

“Unless you are the one to seal them.”

There was a sudden vacancy within his eyes. “I…I ain’t good with spells and hexes.” He sucked, terribly; it’s the memorization of words and rituals, there were too many factors he had to take into account. It was far too risky and he did not want to chance to ruin it, causing something grave to happen to his cherished children. He’d rather leave it to someone vastly experienced and well-versed in this specialty, hence why he was here in the first place.

“It’s either risk the spell unraveling by waiting for the flowers to bloom or you learn the incantation and bind them yourself.”

However, the moment he saw Hato; it was too late.

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The young boy held his head in his hands, nails scratching at his scalp as he endured a terrible headache. His room was atrocious. Clothes were everywhere, items turned over while  Junior was in the center of it all. There was an unbearable pain, something he was unable to describe. 

He could hardly move. It felt as if his skin was too tight, it didn’t make sense, but he felt restrained – suppressed. Junior’s been feeling this for a while, at first he was able to tolerate it but as the days came the pain grew stronger. In a fetal position, he was left immobilized. 

Junior didn’t make it to dinner, and he knew you were on your way up. He heard your voice clear as day, why was he able to hear your footsteps? The sound of your heart? The little whisper under your breath as your fingers glided against the railing. The cracking sensation had him groaning, his back was on fire. Something was about to break through. The gentle knock on his bedroom door was enough to hurt him, why was everything so loud?

“Honey, are you okay?”

Soon his hands were wet. Trembling, he looked at his palms. Ink-like substance trailed down his fingers. Was this supposed to be his blood? Junior was going to be sick. On his hands and knees, he coughed. He heard your fist hammering against the door, soon shaking the door knob.

“MJ, why is the door locked? What are you doing in there? Are you okay?”

A surge of pain rippled through him, his nails grew into claws, digging into the floorboards, the wood chipped. His head was about to explode, what was happening to him?

“Sweetie, open the door!”

Outside the room, you heard crashing noises and multiple items falling onto the floor. Knelt, your hand hovered over the lock. Whispering you tried to magically break it. The lock began to alter; back and forth your eyes shifted, panicking as you could only imagine what was happening. Junior started screaming until it morphed into a deep guttural growl, surprising you. 

Unlocked, you turned the knob welcoming a gust of wind blowing you flat against the hallway wall. Furniture broke; debris went everywhere. The wave of unleashed power seized, dropping everything in the air, you included. On your knees, you sucked in a breath – widened eyes. There was an eerie silence of bones morphing. Junior was cowered on all fours, ligaments protruding from his back – black substance coated them.

“Mommy…” Blood spilled from the corner of his lips. “…what’s wrong with me?” He looked at you with curiosity. The size of his pupils enlarged until the colors of his eyes were no longer seen. The opening from his horns trickled blood down his forehead and onto his cheeks. 

Your child was a...was a...Tears swelled in your eyes. No.

Instantly, your strength was depleted from your legs. Unable to take a step forward, you were paralyzed to the ground. Double vision, sluggishly you crawled. He was still your baby. You had to get to him. He was so afraid. The second you held him, it was like your soul was going to be torn out of your chest. He was a demon.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” you hushed, lifting him into your arms. “I’m here, baby,” voice small with fear.

“Mommy, I don’t feel so good,” he mumbled. “It hurts…” Junior curled into your chest, hugging himself tightly. He began to cry.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” you whispered. All you could do was hold him, unable to bear his pain.

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Mammon sprinted inside the house. The sudden power of his steps sunk his foot through the stairs. The railings were displaced from his touch as he used it as momentum to push forward. Mammon did not sense you nor the children in the house.

“Oi! Junior, MC!” he yelled, roughly dislodging his foot. 

Swiftly he stomped up the staircase, running into Maxi’s room to see a vacant crib. He touched the top of it, tears burning his eyes. Junior’s door was found off its hinges; his room was in shambles, splatters of blood staining the walls, the floorboards and whatever furniture remained. Roaming the house, he noticed the safe was open, everything inside missing. The cabinets were empty; the suitcases were gone. The last stop was the bedroom you both shared.

There, a gentle glisten on the nightstand caught his attention. Mammon sat on the edge of the bed; Hato settled on his shoulder, observing the actions of his master. Silently, the tears dripped down the bridge of his nose. In the center of his palm was your wedding band. He lost you. He lost them.

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Do you plan on making your firat post, Exile, a series?

Please say yes 😭 I have fallen in love with your first post and I cannot wait to see Mammon'a reaction

It's funny 'cause, I already had the second part pre-written but as I was rereading it, I was like ehh, too predictable and generic 🙄. I need it to be more dramatic and suspenseful, so I scrapped it, starting from scratch. I feel like the current version I'm writing would be far more interesting and worthwhile.

So yes, there will be a part two but a matter of when? 🫣 Pffttt, I don't even know. Hopefully, the second part is worth the wait 😮‍💨.

<3 Thank you

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Exile! Mammon x F!Reader

Mammon had a secret life. After all, his brothers can’t destroy what they don’t know. But what if they found out? Would they use this moment to be supportive? or destroy his single source of happiness?

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A disagreement within the Household of Lamentation left Mammon packing, which wasn’t the first time. He comes back–eventually. Mammon always found a reason to return home, always. And even then in his absence, he wasn’t truly absent. Lucifer was able to keep track of his wildcard of a brother. He was so chaotic, destruction followed. All Lucifer had to do was pick up the newspaper and read. However, this time around not even the local casinos saw him.

Then finally! He returned. To Lucifer’s surprise, there were no traces of damage. Mammon was different. Here the minute, gone the next. Mammon was only present to handle royal affairs or attend mandatory meetings. Of course, there were occasional moments where he needed to cast judgment on those who were assigned to his layer of Hell, however, once the business was handled –Mammon was gone. 

It continued for a few years until Lucifer sought interest in his whereabouts. What changed him? Every demon he sent to trail him wound up missing or dead. The leads were cold, and no information was gained. It was only a matter of time before he did it himself. The Lords of Hell soon found themselves on a trip, scouring the realms of the world to find their dearest brother, Mammon.

When they did not find him during the first search it made them realize Mammon did not want to be found. While Lucifer hunted high and low he discovered rumors and talks about what’s become of his brother. Mammon did have a track record. He was known for entering bad deals, being easily manipulated, baring a curse he was unable to break. They all grew restless, and aggressive in finding answers. Some necks had to be broken, some lives had to be taken. Each result had Lucifer stepping over pools of blood to get to him.

Lucifer had everyone dispersed to cover more ground. Naturally, it was he who discovered the location. The neighborhood was quite…ordinary, basic, a place Mammon would never be caught dead in. The community was bright, friendly with neighbors who’d say ‘hello’ as he, a dark entity passed through white picket fences. A solid knock from his fist nearly unhinged the door. Even in his humanoid form, Lucifer was still large, still mighty. A single flick was all he need, anything more could decimate cities. Frustrated was what he was. His patience ran thin. It was not often Lucifer loses his composure but when it comes to those he loves, composure be damned.

“Hello, how many I help you?”

Lucifer wasted no time getting to the point. “Mammon. Where is he.”

“And you are?”

“It’s not about who I am but what you are going to be.” The air became thin. “Now. Where. Is. He.” A single wave of his hand had the knob snatched from your reach.

Enough of these games, he demanded to see his brother. A dip of his head, he stepped through the low door frame. Mammon was here, he could smell him.

“Excuse me!” you exclaimed, brutally shoved from the entrance. “You need to leave!”

Lucifer’s shadow consumed your form. Tsk. As if you were a challenge, you were barely an opponent. His aura dispersed through your home, immediately plants began to wilt. His crimson eyes radiated the gates of hell, instilling fear into your soul. Maintaining a distance, you accidentally collided into the furniture; the vase toppled over, shattering. A spell left your lips, attempting to buy some time to run–

“Did you really think such amateur hex could work on me?” he adjusted his gloves, breaking the barrier to pass the entrance hall. “You are more foolish than I thought. A trait that will now cost your life.”

“Does he owe you money too?” you whispered. “Please,” you plead. The racing of your heart left you breathless. “I’ll give you the money, just don’t make a scene–”

Before you knew it, small footsteps approached the confrontation. Tiny hands held a stuffed animal, a small child appeared but was frozen from fear. There’s a stranger in the house.

“Mommy?”

Lucifer’s intense demeanor shifted to observe this miniature human. No one else had those striking blue eyes and soft milky white hair. This human was, different – familiar.

The fear was evident in your eyes which made tears swell up in his ocean blues. “M-Mommy, I’m scared.”

“MJ, go back upstairs, I’ll be up shortly.”

As much as he wanted to move, he couldn’t, his legs refused to listen. Even with blurred vision, MJ saw the dark power. It drained everything of its natural energy. He was feeding from life itself. MJ had never seen anything like this, his eyes glossed towards yours and watched how it was consuming yours too. Soon his socks soaked as he made a puddle on the floor. In seconds you raised your child into your arms.

“If you can wait outside, I’ll give you everything I have, just please, leave my children out of this,” you reasoned.

Rage diffused from Lucifer’s body and was replaced with a new feeling, an unfamiliar emotion he dared not name. He took a moment to observe the walls and furniture of your home. Gradually, he approached a frame causing you to take a few steps back. Lucifer held it. There were you…him…and two additional members who ironically looked just like his brother. His dark eyes creased, unable to handle such vital information. Setting the photo down, Lucifer removed himself from the premises to make one single phone call.

In seconds you bolted up the staircase, MJ cradled against your chest until you reached the nursery. Maximus was peacefully asleep when you snatch him from his bassinet. He stirred a little but you hushed him forcefully. Traveling light, you wrapped him against your back.

“Mommy, my socks,” MJ whined.

“Honey, we don’t have time for that,” you grabbed his hand. “Let’s go.”

He fumbled a little, “B-But I'm wet.”

“We’ll change you later,” you promised. Quickly the two of you moved. That man – no, demon – invaded your home without permission. His presence was heavy, he made you weak. For a moment, your knees buckled as you pushed open the door. You surely would have fainted if you had stood in his presence any further. 

MJ lagged, small legs unable to keep up with your ferocious steps. Eventually, you boosted him into your arms. MJ’s buried himself deep into your shirt as you move, fearful of what’s to come. The exit was near, you could taste the freedom on your lips. Once you were outside, they wouldn't act. Demons wouldn't dare draw attention once in public. Where there were demons, hunters were to follow. If only you could get out in time.

The second you saw the door, the man was already sitting across the room – comfortably, as if he didn’t break a sweat in arriving before you. It felt as if time had stopped the moment you saw him. Expression – unreadable, he stared, not at you but at your children. He rose while your legs failed to continue. The blood rushed in your ears, your heartbeat – loud. 

Everything slowed, you were suffocating in the coldness of his presence. You tried to speak and say something, but there was nothing. Your mouth stayed shut as the demon approached, gradually closing in on the children. Your arms trembled with the lack of control. MJ peeked out from your shoulder and the intruder did not bare the atmosphere of death. Gently, you lifted your babies higher, trying to shield them both from view.

“I am not going to hurt you,” he disclosed.

He was lying, had to be. This demon came with intentions to tear you to shreds. What caused him to change so easily? Your throat constricted painfully. What should you do? Should you run? Stay still? All options seemed useless. Cause no matter what if he wanted you dead, you would be.

“I am Lucifer Morningstar; Mammon���s eldest brother.”

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