#( but still not as mad at her as he will be at lucifer :') ehehehe )

[xamassed]

⟬ @communiis​ ⟭

"Uh... I can explain?" --Raven to Mammon when he finds her at her own grave lol

He touched her cheeks, her ears, along her jaw. He dragged trembling fingers through her hair, not caring that there might be snags here and there. He shook her, he squeezed her shoulders, he poked her feet with his own. All of this just to be sure she was solid and real and alive — because he had thought her dead.

But he wasn’t relieved to see her. He wasn’t even happy. Mammon was confused and hurt, and he knew an explanation would help, but what reason could she give that wouldn’t make him feel worse?

“You can explain? Explain what?!”

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!”

Mammon wasn’t above anger. He was the brother most likely to remain level-headed, but that didn’t mean he was incapable of flying off the handle when the perfect situation presented itself. He had maimed and killed, but his record was still abysmal compared to some of his brothers. Around her, he had tried twice as hard to keep his anger in check. There were slip-ups, namely around the time when they had separated, but those moments were rare.

Now, all he could do was yell himself hoarse.

“I stood here and I cried over your damn grave for days! I thought it was my fault! I thought it was because I couldn’t get to you fast enough that you were gone! My pact mark——!!” His mouth was running far faster than his mind, the realization of what he had just said stunning him for a moment.

He reached for the mark the two of them shared, the warmth that usually pulsed there having gone cold. The sudden lack of a connection had been what tipped him off first, but he had assumed it was because she had passed on. The fact that her soul had come rushing towards him had been a concern, but he assumed it was some strange, magical hiccup that he didn’t understand.

“How did you keep me from feeling you through my mark?”

[demonsofdevildom]

Having that realization of something and cringing somewhat at what be on his mind, “If I were to be involved with a demon and I had to head home, urm... I don’t think my dear mother wouldn’t like a dark being hanging around me. That being since I was bothered by dark shadows and all... eheh...” wondering of what to even do since that be a hurdle to try figure out and all given he wasn’t too hopeful of finding a partner for starters, “That I rather have my soul remain intact and not stolen from my body when I die, otherwise I don’t think I’d make it to that hunting ground where my father now is at... ahh... this is hard. Plus that make my father mad if one managed to steal my soul away and all, even my ancestors too when I think of it... especially when having caught the attention of one of the demons too.” shivering when his mind whirled with much things and rubbing at his arms while chewing on his lip for a moment.

“Eheheh... if Lucifer only knew of how my life was like before I was stolen away to here, it probably wouldn’t change his mind much... aside from likely being angry of how I can simply take being abused in ways while still not realizing that. Since I’m being honest of how I’m not confident in myself at all, frankly he still scares me and I’m afraid of even stepping on any toes or worse... being a failure despite feeling like one to begin with honestly.” for Yuki was hard on himself and never really able to be himself while having a mask to hide his suffering even when around the demons, “That and how I’m the youngest of 5 siblings though we don’t have much contact with each other, not that I was important to my other siblings much... I’m used to being alone and bullied even given lesser demons do rough me up at times. Plus I don’t think I’m special either... I prefer just being normal if I can help it, also I’m... not used to the night or darkness either... I’m so used to being awake with the sun and going to bed with the sun sets too...” rambling on to himself when not paying attention if one heard him and still shaking at times while trying to calm his nerves when admitting things out loud.

Running a hand through his hair when looking a bit sad and hearing a soft voice of a woman trying to speak with him, “That I hear a voice of a lady trying to speak with me but... I’m not sure of who or what they be, I mean sure... they all had a dear sister but... she can’t be around still could she?” noticing a soft orb of light hovering about as if curious of him but looking nervous of it, “Plus she keeps saying his name too... maybe it could be her? I’d hate to even ask Lucifer of that since it be too much, for I know of it is to lose someone dear... especially since I lost my father a few months before I ended up here. One of many reasons why I skip out on classes, plus my blood acting up too but mostly when overwhelmed and needing to just hideaway to cry out in pain or straight up scream. Thankfully no one knows but... I’d hate to try to answer questions if asked though...” his voice cracking a bit when recalling that last video call he had with his father despite not being able to speak due to having a tube sticking out of his throat to breathe properly.