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Upside Down- CH 14

Author's Notes: Hey, loves, I've said it before but just in case, I'll say it again. Sorry for the delay. Stuff happened, health was bad, jobs were quit, unemployment was a pain, hospitals were visited for various reasons, and overall, last year was one of the worst years of my life. I'm glad I can be back, and while I still can't write as fast as I used to, I should be getting works out once again. Thank you all for your patience, thank you all for still reading after all this time, thank you for being here, even with the fandom dying. I love you all. <3

Warnings: Blood Mention, fantasy fighting and violence. As Always, Read Safely.

Word Count: 7,406

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An Unexpected Guardian Angel

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If there was one thing you hated most about the human known to most demons as Pride, it was his utterly infuriating, deeply disturbing- almost creepy- nature of being infallible. Being so small, you’d think you’d have the little- pun not intended- joys of being able to spot scratches in the furniture or some stray coins on the floor or something. Anything to smugly be able to prove his failures. But no. There wasn’t so much as a dust bunny under the cover of furniture. It only made you all the more frustrated. Not only that, but he had apparently an angel’s level of focus. No distraction you had tried would get him to leave his path of patrol around his home office. And at this point, you had done everything you were capable of. Unplugging lamps, checking…other cords… Okay, so maybe that’s all you had done, but what else were you expected to do?! Moving from his bag to under one of the lounge chairs had been hard enough as is. If you made too much noise or made him suspicious, he would start looking around! Getting caught would ruin everything.

You were weaker than you ever had been, not even able to push the furniture an inch. Getting out without being spotted was surely an impossible task. This room had you trapped. But time was ticking, the longer you paced back and forth, the more Beel’s potential danger increased. There was only one thing you could hope for. That Mammon or Levi would come help you.

Feet stopped pacing. Hope for human help? Was that really what you had just thought? Well, they did prove themselves somewhat dependable in the game world. Still, it wasn’t like you to just think something like that so naturally. No matter how helpless this seemed, you would have to rely on your own actions to get yourself out of this. Think. The door would be too dangerous to try. Not only would jumping or crawling up to the knob be noisy, but the doorway was right in Lucifer’s line of sight. Was there another exit you could take? Based off the slight breeze in the room, there should be an open window.

Slinking from one end of the couch to the other, you followed the rays of natural light back to the window pane. Closed. But that made no sense. You could feel air shifting around the room. If it wasn’t coming from the window, then where? Staying as hidden as possible, you moved around the border of the room, trying to follow the breeze. Eventually, you spotted a strange sort of…cage attached to the floor? Slanted metal bars covered a small part of the ground. The air was coming through there, you could feel it. You had your questions on what it was, but you could always figure it out later. Surely it had to lead outside, or at least somewhere else other than here. From this angle too, if you were very careful, the human’s gaze would be shielded from the screen.

Jogging over quietly, you knelt at the bars. With all your might, you pulled at one of the slates, working on bending it enough to let you through. Nothing. Something like this would normally be easy… After you caught your breath, you noticed a round metal half-dome with a divot in the middle. It served to fasten the bars in place. Your fingers grasped at it. It was awkward to hold onto… You jammed a few of your fingers and claws into the mid-section, and started to twist. Strength was leaving you more every second, sweat beading down your face as you pulled hard enough to leave your fingers and hands raw. But you felt a little bit of it give way. Fueled by a stubbornness best befitting humans, you exuded more strength than you should’ve had to fully twist the fastening out of the ground. Setting it quietly aside, you pushed the metal cover over enough just to slip underneath.

Free at last. All you had to do was follow this path down and straight to the outside… Wait, branching paths? Which was the right way? What was this metal maze?… Keeping your movement quiet, you wandered around until you saw some more light. Unfortunately, it wasn’t light to outside, but to another room. Barred by another gate. The more you moved on, the more you realized you didn't exactly escape, just extended the walls of your prison. Every potential way out was blocked, and there was no way to work on the bars on the other end. Now what?…

Hold on. If this led to different rooms, could it lead to every room? And wasn’t there someone you knew that holed up in their room more often than not?

With your new mission accepted, you hurried with a bit more purpose.

At just a glance, it was difficult to tell if his room was occupied. Your sequestered vision only gave you an open view of his bed which was empty. He also enjoyed keeping the room as dim as the Devildom, which you had to wonder if it was partially to blame for his rather consistent squinty expression.

Luckily, you didn’t need just sight to determine if the human was there or not, for sound was the biggest factor. If you were learning anything about this human in particular, it was discovering that he was almost always accompanied by a nearly never-ending curse of clacking. Clicky-clacky, tippy-tappy, for hours on end, whether it was fingers on keys or screens or buttons, or simply nervous tapping. Even in here you could hear it. In fact, this chamber appeared to amplify it.

“Levi!” You hissed quietly, still in stealth mode. No response. Either your voice was a lot quieter being tiny or he had his headphones on. You would actually put money down Mammon style on it being both. Just to give it a bit of a test, you raised your voice loudly, trying to propel it up into the room. “Hey!” Crickets. Well, this is what you got for expecting a human to save you. Now what?… There had to be some way to get his attention… If only there was something you could throw. For a while, you paced back and forth, shoes clattering in this metal labyrinth.

That was it!

You had briefly thought of it in Lucifer’s office, but dismissed it for fear of him discovering your secret from your shrunken shoe. But that wouldn’t have to be a fear here. Even if someone else saw it in Levi’s room, they’d just consider it an accessory to one of his many statue things, whatever they were called. Slipping both off, you shifted your body into a proper place. If only you could hit him from here, but unfortunately you were reserved to only be able to see the corner his bed was in. What to aim for to get his attention? And what would be easiest? You only had two chances after all.

After much consideration, you settled all your chips on a small orange tinted bottle. It looked mostly empty, making it relatively easy to knock over, and the few small objects inside would hopefully make enough noise to get his attention. It was your best bet. A few blinks cleared up the dust in your eyes. A deep breath. A heavy swing hucked one of your shoes out past the metal grate and towards the nightstand. It arched through the air, and struck your target. Yes! The bottle wobbled and fell. It hit its side… and rolled away from the edge. No! It would be so much harder to knock off now…

Now what? Maybe you could bounce your last shoe off of… No, that wouldn’t really work. The lamp? No, you already determined trying to hit the button would be far too risky to be worth it.

In the middle of your rather panicked calculations, a hinge’s squeak echoed through the room. “Yo,” was the word that followed heavy footsteps. There was hope!

“What do you want, Mammon? I’m in the middle of something…”

“You seen MC today? I’ve looked around, and I can’t find ‘em. You don’t…think something happened, do you?”

Levi didn’t respond for a while, the silence the hint to his focus on other things. After a little bit, he sighed. The clacking took a brief pause. “Say that again? I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Hey!”

“Don’t take it personal! I had thirty seconds left to beat that challenge! Just say it again!”

When Mammon spoke next, it was in a grumbling tone. “It’s MC, dammit. They’re not here.”

“Well… I mean, just because we have pacts, doesn’t mean they have to be attached to our hips 24/7.”

Some flustered stammering followed that. “T-That’s not what I was gettin’ at! Besides, they should’ve said where they were going! I thought that boss/lordy type said that we had to keep an eye on them. MC agreed and all.”

Levi scoffed a bit, almost mocking his brother. “You mean the Prince? And did you really think they listened? They made the same face you always do when Lucifer tells you to clean the bathroom or do the dishes. The only thing different was they didn’t say ‘yeah, yeah, I hear ya’ like you normally do.”

For some reason, you were filled with sudden indignation at being compared so casually to a lazy Mammon. As the two of them started a brand new argument, you turned and prepared to throw your last shoe towards the voices. The metal was angled in such a way where you couldn’t see that side of the room hardly at all, but you didn’t care. Maybe you were being influenced too much by some desperation and emotion, but with the power of a small angry demon, you launched the shoe outwards, imagining beaning Mammon right in the back of the head.

“Ow!”

Sometimes you were too good.

“The hell’d you do?!”

“Don’t look at me!”

The two of them suddenly got really quiet, thinking at their own pace, but both eventually coming to the same conclusion. “Pssst,” Mammon hissed. “MC?”

“You don’t have to whisper, idiot, we’re the only ones in here.”

“Hey, ya’ never know!”

At this point, you should’ve probably been flailing your arms or shouting or any other normal action to set you free. However, now that you were moments away from being rescued, you were…hesitant. You really didn’t want to be seen like this… Were the three realms testing you or something? How else could you explain having to go through something so cruel?… But you couldn’t stay in here. The sheer amount of dust alone was burning your windpipe. Besides, how could you berate Lucifer if you weren’t willing to swallow your own pride when it was needed? Time to face the inevitable. Pulling yourself up a little, you waved an arm out from your spot. “Hey! Over here!”

The footsteps got closer, and you could see both humans look around for you. Mammon even had his hands held out to see if he could feel you first. “Why’re you hidin’? What’s wrong?”

You muttered ancient curses under your breath before trying to make your voice a little louder. “No! Look down! Down here!” The amount of time it took two grown humans to notice your incessant waving was far too embarrassing to recount. Maybe all your worries about being spotted by Lucifer weren’t as pressing as you first assumed.

Both of them knelt by the grate, a mix of confusion and…some other emotion you couldn’t trace was painted over their faces. Something about it irked you, though. Almost like they were sneering at you, but if it was done in a nicer way. “MC?” Levi had to ask.

“Do I look like someone else?! Get me out of here!”

Mammon took his turn to ask silly questions. “I didn’t know you could do that! Can you grow super huge too?” While he wondered that, Levi stood and apparently went off to get something to help you free.

“No!”

“What else can you do besides cloak and shrink then?”

“I can’t! This was—“

“So… This isn’t some freaky magic stuff?”

Oh, if only you weren’t so tiny, the things you would do. “No!”

“But, you can do that thing with the tail, and the horns and the teeth. You sure ya’ can’t just make yourself big again? Just try chantin’ a spell or somethin’.”

This was a headache… Taking a deep breath, gathering up your composure and urges to sink your teeth into the nearest object, you rubbed your face with both hands. “No, Mammon. I can’t… Trust me. I tried.”

The human you were addressing was seriously trying to rack his brain coming up with a solution despite only discovering magic even existed all too recently. It was cute, but a guessing game you did not have time to entertain.

Levi finally came back into view, holding a tool in his hand to get the cover off this cage. “Maybe it’s less of a skill and more like a curse?”

For a second, you almost disagreed again. Then you had to agree. That angel cursed you. “Something like that…”

After a few moments, you were finally free. You hopped up, coughing up a bit of dust as you tried to purposefully ignore the two looming figures. This pride to swallow was a bitter one. Not to mention, before you could even fully catch your bearings, the floor beneath you took a new form as it scooped around you and held you above the solid ground. It was dizzying being moved like this, catching yourself from falling backwards by moving to a quick kneeling position.

“Look’a that. You’re, like, the size of my palm.” Greed was in wonder- almost enamored- at the sight of you like this apparently. Like you were a shiny gem he was seconds away from pocketing.

The other one was occupied with trying to remove most of the dust from off your body with a very tiny brush. It was humiliating enough being this size without your usual magic or strength, but being taken care of by humans of all things… This was a new low for you. A sudden shudder down your spine made your body twitch. It was like all your nerves seized and sparked. With a quick bat of your hand, you pushed the soft bristles away from your horns. You had to quickly clear your throat and take control of this rapidly devolving situation.

“Listen, we can fix the size issue later! We have so many things going wrong at once, I don’t even know where to start!” Well, actually, yes you did, there was one thing of importance above all else. “Beel could be in danger! Stop fussing over me for one second and listen!”

That made this whole scenario a lot less entertaining. Both their faces went pale. Levi seemed lost for words. Mammon however, got serious in an instant. “What happened?”

You caught them up to speed with what happened last night starting from catching Beel slipping out of the house in the cover of dark, and ending with your shrunken adventure from Lucifer’s office to all the way here. The younger of the two humans got his voice back. “So this is, like, really terrible, isn’t it?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! Beel is missing and Lucifer is about to find us out at any moment!” Exhausted from this all, you resigned yourself to fully sit back in Mammon’s hand. “Why does everything go so wrong so fast? It’s like I’m being tortured…” Not even a few days had passed since resolving the last incident before something was on the border of collapse again. Centuries were being shaved off of your long life. “We have to leave now!”

Mammon was already heading towards the door, shoeless and in only a tank-top and shorts. Before he could do that, Levi grabbed his arm. “H-Hold on, for just a moment.”

“Beel could be a walking popcorn chicken right now, and you wanna wait?! Screw that!”

The brewings of a bickering were starting to form, but Levi took a deep breath. “We just need a game plan, even if it’s a small one! If we go rushing in, this is bound to turn out like all the other harebrained schemes!”

“Harebrained?!” You and Mammon bristled at the same time.

“You’re far too impulsive and don’t think!” The human pointed at his older brother, then swung down at you, opening his mouth before hesitating when he caught the glowering look you gave him. “And you… d-don’t quite have human- uh- common se- instincts!” He was sweating with the moment of your raised eyebrows. “Yeah, human instincts down yet. What might make sense to you doesn’t always make sense here, so it’s important to talk about these things before jumping into it!”

Mammon cursed, scoffed, and then sighed, tapping the fingertips on his free hand together repeatedly. “Well, we better make it quick! Time is money!”

Levi nodded, moving quick and grabbing a few things to lay them out on the desk. A few you-sized plastic figures rolled around on the desk before the gamer uncorked a marker to begin his battle strategy. “We have three problems we need to solve ASAP!”

The problems themselves seemed simple enough as he talked, and part of you was tempted to think that- maybe this time- things would be solved easily. Although, too much seemed to still be up to chance. Would Beel be easily found? Was he unharmed in the first place? The humans seemed to have a sense of naive hope. It was… affecting you in ways you couldn’t yet sense.

The brothers high-fived, burning with a newfound determination. Even as Levi looked nervous, ready to run, he was drawn in by his older sibling’s perseverance. Mammon suddenly held you to Levi with a smirk on his face like he’d figured out his next new scheme. “Let’s go get our baby brother back.”

Problem number one: getting your phone back.

If all of your work ended up being undone in a single moment thanks to Lucifer’s persistence, it would be the end of everything. Out of everyone, he was the last that could figure out what you were, because as much as you hated to admit it, there was a sense of danger lingering around him. So getting that device back was top priority. Luckily you had had the magical foresight to make the thing harder to break into, but who knew if human technology and ingenuity would win out in the end?

That’s why Levi had determined it would be best for Mammon to split off from the two of you and have the House focused as his base of operations. As Lucifer’s favorite brother- according to Mammon himself- with a talent for sticky fingers, he was the best bet for handling the problem. He could search the home for Beel in the meantime in case he happened to make it back before…well, all this happened.

Problem number two: finding Beel.

The most vital of problems. You could only imagine what kind of confusion that human was facing. A tender soul like that was eagerly sought after by your kind. It was a race to find him first. So you and Levi were ready to retrace his steps. From the house, to the cemetery, and everywhere in between. It didn’t even fully matter if you were discovered as a demon by him. This time, the source of that problem was not your fault! Which led into the last problem to solve.

Problem number three: getting back to normal.

This would require both teams to accomplish their tasks. Both getting your phone back and finding Beel so that quack of an angel could undo what his cake had caused!

Even just thinking about it made you seethe. Work together on D.A.R.? He was making things so much harder for you! Where was he in all of this? While you lived in the Morningstar home, trying your best to do a thousand things at once, he had the time to scheme and make magic cakes? All you wanted to do was get back to your regular size and wipe that smirk off his face.

Maybe force feed him his own cake and shove him in a pocket and see what it was like!

Because this was the worst!

If you thought being jostled around in a bag was torture enough, nothing topped the constant sway and shake of being in a pocket. Especially the pocket of someone as shaky as Levi.

“Oh, but I forgot to grab a flashlight! What if we end up being out all night and can’t see him?” The pocket swayed heavy in one direction. “Ugh! But if I go back now, I’ll be losing precious time!” Back the opposite direction.

If you were holding onto any more cake, now was about the time to get rid of it.

“Levi!” You couldn’t help but punch him a bit through the fabric of his clothes.

His flinch was so severe, you felt it in your own body. It was as if he had forgotten about you entirely. Muttering some stuff under his own breath, he padded straight for a while till he came to an abrupt stop. All of a sudden, a massive hand plucked you out of your hiding spot. Your skin prickled as instincts told you to chomp, but you held yourself back.

He pulled you out in what appeared to be an alleyway. Blue locks swayed back and forth in front of his eyes as his head swiveled to make sure there were no people or cameras around. “Levi,” you called, trying to get him to pay attention. It took saying his name a few more times before he listened. “Don’t be so anxious.”

Somehow, those supporting words earned you a glare. “Oh, yes, because saying that is so helpful.”

“I simply thought I should give you words of encouragement. Don’t be anxious. Go get it done. Be victorious.” You tilted your head slightly, lifting a closed fist in solidarity, ignoring that irksome expression you couldn’t describe once again.

A heavy sigh left his lungs. “Listen, I don’t know how they do things in hell—“

“The Devildom.”

“…That. But it’s not very encouraging to be told to do or not to do things based on something I have no control over. My brother is missing, you’re stuck like this, Lucifer getting angry is scary, that Prince guy getting angry is scary, and it’s up to me and Mammon to fix these things? How am I not supposed to get anxious?!”

You hummed a little, trying to see things from his point of view, but it was difficult to relate. “Well…how do I best encourage a human?”

“Everyone is different, but…I guess just using empathy.”

“Asking a demon to use empathy, really?”

“You wanted to know!” He shook his head and motioned to put you down in the pocket again. “Just forget about it…”

If there was one thing you wanted right now, it was not going back in that thing. So, mostly as a preventative measure, you spoke up to stop him. “Hold on! I can give it a proper try.” You sighed a bit in relief as he straighted you back out in an open palm. Then you thought for a moment. Empathy… So, you just had to relate and use words based off of that? You had almost done that before, when you spoke about losing someone important to you anytime Mammon had brought up words of his sister. If you used that as a reference, could you call the feeling that stirred in your gut when you couldn’t find your special one way back when anxiousness? Then, if that were the case, maybe you could say a thing or two about it. “We will find him,” you started to say. “Beel seems rather resilient, doesn't he? And even if we end up having to get your other brothers involved, or even the Prince, his safety takes importance over my mission. We’ll find him.”

Levi stood in silence for a moment, mulling over your words. A sudden blush popped up on both of his cheeks. “I-I guess that’s better. But wasn’t the best, so I’m only giving it a C+!”

Ignoring what a letter had to do with anything, you frowned. “That was extremely good, what're you talking about?”

“You almost had it, but then lost points by saying we could ruin your mission, which makes me stressed out too. I don’t want to see you get in trouble.”

These humans were awfully confusing creatures. “Why would you care so much about something that doesn’t concern you?”

“It does concern me! Because- Because… I thought we were friends and tied with the p-pact and stuff…”

Right. You forgot how much humans were pack animals. They existed by living in groups of families and worked to ever still bring more people into their lives. Quite the opposite of demons. A sign of growth and strength was true independence. Which shocked you to hear that Lifia was working with two other demons. Maybe there was something true about that myth about strength in numbers. “I do not know what one must do to become a…friend.”

Awkwardness filled his body as he shifted and couldn’t quite look at you. “Well, friends talk to each other, hang out, and do stuff with each other. B-but, we can talk about that later! I think I feel better now…thank you. “

“You’re welcome. But don’t you dare put me in that pocket again.” You pointed towards the hood hanging behind his head. “Put me there instead.” He begrudgingly listened to you, placing you in the sturdier fabric near his neck. It didn’t sway as frantically, and it would be easier talking to him from here if you needed to. From there, Levi set off again, your search for Beel officially beginning.

You both started in the Cemetery. With it being daytime, it seemed no one had to hop a fence. The human walked for a while, stopped at his sister’s grave, and said a few words before putting you in the grass and letting you get the plant-sized view while he searched from above. It felt like miles were walked and hours had passed before you both came to the conclusion that he likely wasn’t there. Besides, you had been with him when he walked away from the fence. He was bound to be somewhere else.

Levi followed a list both he and Mammon had come up with, stopping at several places. A nearby café that opened in the early hours of morning, Beel’s favorite gym, a parking lot that normally had a truck that sold fruits, a grocery store, and several restaurants. Levi asked the questions while you did your best to sneak around and not get caught. You certainly had been stuck with the more stressful job. And yet where were your words of encouragement, huh? Still, your efforts had found you nothing. Not even a crumb of evidence. The day had all but been spent, the sun setting down and painting the sky in an marigold hue. The search party was losing steam, but finally, Levi had stopped in a local park.

“He comes here to jog a lot, and to feed the ducks in the pond over there. It’s a…pretty large place to search, but…if he could be here…” His words drifted, as if he was even losing the energy to fully share his thoughts.

“Maybe message Mammon then? Let him know to come help. He should be done with his tasks by now. If we tackle it together, it shouldn’t be so daunting.” As you were speaking, Levi pulled you out of his hood and down on the ground. After settling you in the grass, he grabbed his phone.

“You’re right. Let me do that.”

While he was doing that, you’d get somewhat started. You headed a little away from the human and towards the shade of some trees, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. It was mostly empty here. Off in the distance, you could see a human couple walking a small canine. A few elderly stood at the outskirts of the previously mentioned pond and threw some small green things into the water. The more you walked into the protection of the trees, the less you saw of the world around you. It was pretty private here, a good place to hide if you needed.

Then pain filled your body.

Something snatched you up from the ground, ensnaring you in a death grip. You hissed in agony as your vision was turned towards an infamous grinning face. One of the demons from before who had worked with Lifia. The poisonous one. The other demon had called him Bazz or something? He was as ugly as ever, with a new scar sporting over a whitened eye.

You couldn’t even sense him! Was it because of the state you were in? To be totally blindsided by this… “Y-You!” The air in your lungs was easily pushed out from your body. Already you could feel the creaking of your limbs and bones, knowing that if you were to be crushed any tighter they would start snapping. Although, you didn’t let that deter you from your usual apathetic attitude. Worse than dying would be letting this scum have the joy of seeing you beg in your suffering. “Ha-Had to wait till…I was like this before- ugh- before you could have the…upper hand, huh?”

Slightly tighter, and you could see spots in your vision. “Are you really surprised a demon played dirty? Ha!” His eyes narrowed at you. “You’re weirder than I thought.” He stuck his tongue out from his mouth, the vibrant saliva dripping down and sizzling across his own skin. “Once I deal with you, those humans will be mine to devour! Every part of them. You should be thankful I wont let any bit go to waste.”

“MC!” Suddenly noticing your predicament, Levi started moving his feet, sprinting on some sort of instinct. Bazz easily knocked him back with the back of an arm, sending him rolling back over the ground, hitting the dirt and the roots of one of the trees hard. Dazed, it took him a while to stand back up. Even from here, you could see a small thin trickle of blood coming down from his hairline. Something about the sight stirred some old archaic emotion inside you, threatening to send it bubbling up to the surface.

“GO! Get back to the house!”

“I…I won’t!” Stupid, stubborn human! With the bravery at all the wrong times!

Bazz found this all too pleasing, licking his lips as his eyes glimmered with Gluttony. “Maybe I’ll indulge myself right now, and let the little imp watch.” Now, instead of keeping the human back, he lunged. You were squeezed hard enough to toy with your consciousness. But despite that, you wouldn’t go down without protecting your human in every way you could. You dug your teeth into his flesh, feeling some of the poison that ran through their veins enter your mouth. It hurt enough to stall him apparently for just a moment. You caught the glimpse of fear on Levi’s face.

And then you caught glimpse of a blur.

Within a second, you found yourself flung in the air. You hardly had time to steel yourself before you felt your shrunken frame slam against the earth. The environment flickered in your view, as your mind was ready to shut itself down completely. But you couldn’t let it. You pushed yourself up, hardly standing above the tall grass, only able to take in a few seconds of information in at a time.

Bazz growled and sprung up, hardly hurt but clearly frazzled. Then darkness. You pulled yourself back out of it and caught a large shadow encroaching over you before being picked up by large hands. The lift made your vision warble. You bit your lip and forced yourself to focus. Levi was off in the distance, his eyes wide as his mouth moved to form words that you couldn’t fully hear. Wait… Levi? If this wasn’t him, and not the demon, who was… You turned your body and looked up.

Beel shook his other hand, his knuckles bruised but not broken. His eyes narrowed, his muted expression still contorted with fury. “Don’t touch them!”

A twitching smirk popped up on the demon’s face. With petty glee, he pounced on Levi, claws poised to tear the human to shreds. You and Beel shouted his name at the same time. The youngest sibling sprinted forward and kicked Bazz hard in the ribs. Even for being a human, it caused the attacker to hiss and jump on the bigger threat instead, knocking you both down. Soon it was a mess of limbs, even Levi tugging at the demon’s clothes to do whatever he could to protect his little brother. You scrambled up and prepared to rip Bazz’s eyes out. But before you could do that, a sudden light shone off to the side.

The white was blinding, causing both you and the demonic assassin to cover your face in anguish. You fell down on Beel’s chest and tried to ignore the burning sensation. It clenched your throat and made it difficult to breathe, to think, to do anything. Two large hands curved over you, trying to shield you from the light.

Bazz rolled off Beel's body, thudding to the ground. "Back again, you bastard?! I'll kill you! And then I'll go after your human master too!"

The last thing you heard was Levi shouting his brother’s name…

“Please!”

The emotion tore at your chest, ripping you apart on the inside.

“…”

You had to. He had to.

“I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?… Even if it meant ______?”

That wasn’t even a question. Of course you would. Over and over and over again. In every moment, in every life, you would.

“Yes… Please… I don’t care if ___________! They were the only reason why I’m who I am today… With them gone, I… I won’t be the same regardless… Even if I lose ______, they need me! Besides, maybe one day, past several lifetimes, I can ____________.“

“Very well. Today we both break the rules. All for a human. Goodbye, __________”

A gentle touch startled you out of your dream. Although you had the sneaking suspicion that you would’ve jolted awake regardless. Impulse flared the word ‘danger’ in your mind, and you swiped your claws at your attacker before you could even register them. Even before the blur in front of you compiled into being, you smelt the distinct scent of human blood.

“Oh, sorry… I didn’t mean to startle you.” The tone was far too understanding for the fact that you’d just broken skin.

As the hair prickling at the back of your neck calmed itself, you blinked, confused and…embarrassed. “Beel…” Images of the scene you could recall from before replayed in your mind before they stopped abruptly. You couldn’t remember how you got here. Where even was here, now that you were looking at it?

At first glance, it fooled you into thinking you were still at the park. Large lush trees shielded you from the warm light above. They rustled pleasantly, harmonizing with the soft blanket of vibrant grass coating the fields and hills. The fluffy clouds above rolled lazily, giving off a comforting glow. Playful flowers swayed back and forth in their beckoning, luring visitors to skip down the path they were outlining. Despite being in a compromising position- your identity and form being shown to yet another human- all you could feel was a lingering peace. A persistent, possessive, and invasive sort of peace. Therein lied the proverbial rub.

This wasn’t the human realm.

And fortunately as much as unfortunately, your new human companion seemed to sense the same thing. “Do you know where we are?”

You sighed, sizing- again, mind another pun- the human up. Even being the way you were now, you could tell Gluttony was much bigger than his brothers. And that wasn’t to say just on the larger side of humankind. No. You meant significantly bigger. Enlarged. Quite poetic, in a way.

While Solomon’s cake had shrunken you, it had grown Beel.

In Mammon and Levi’s hold before, you were about the length of a full hand. In Beel’s case, you would be lucky if you were the size of one of his fingers. His hair was brushing up against the branches and leaves of the trees. His voice made your own bones rattle. And the cut you had given him before was so small it was already healing. If anything, it explained how he had held up against a demon for as long as he did. However, it still didn’t explain where you were.

“In a manner of speaking,” you finally answered. Silence filled the air then, giving him some time to ask questions. Surprisingly, he never did, so you asked one in turn. “Do you remember anything before waking up here?”

Beel’s face scrunched ever so slightly as he racked his brain. If he weren’t so dangerously large at the moment, you’d almost have considered it endearing. It was quite like how Mammon always cracked his mouth open in thought, or like how Levi bit the corner of his lip, or even how Lucifer— You nearly violently shook your head. Human quirks were just comical at best. Nothing else. How much influence did this place have over your thoughts? Luckily, Beel spoke up to distract you from your own mind. “I remember fighting that guy, and then grabbing you, and then nothing till I woke up here. I was going to grab Levi, but…” He looked around, as if still keeping his eye out for his missing brother.

“He’s…not here.” Somehow you could say that with certainty. Whether you’d become accustomed to his soul or the pact had forged stronger connections than you thought, you couldn’t tell. The only thing you could decipher was…severance. It was like you were cut off from both pact-mates. Even the small fragment of vitality and sin that should’ve been flowing through your veins was stifled. Those personalized bits of Greed and Envy were being drowned out by the roaring silence of Isolation. It was…almost startling in its loneliness. You should’ve been accustomed to such things, but it was almost as if you had gotten used to a new normal in this relatively short time amongst those humans. But, you couldn’t waste your time thinking about that for too long.

Your world shifted as Beel pushed himself up to his feet, curling his hand so you stayed secure. “Do you know how to get out of here?”

With a wistful sigh, you shook your head. Stuck in another place, were you? Was this going to become a pattern? “Haven’t the foggiest.” Once again, the magic of the environment eased your anxiety about your identity. Before you could control yourself, your lips were excited to spill well-kept secrets. “Looks Celestial to me, and I’ve never been there before.”

“Celestial?” Beel hummed, “Like heaven? Are we dead?” A rather calm way to ask such a desperate question…

“If we were, I wouldn’t be here.” With a shrug, you pointed towards the ground below. “Even if I was sent here by mistake, I’m sure divine spears would be raining down on me by now to send me back to where I came from. I’m not exactly welcomed near those glittery gates. So, I figure this must be a figment or copy of that realm.”

The human simply uttered a simple “ah” like he understood everything you were saying before stretching his neck from side to side. It was hard to tell if he was also feeling the influence of the area or if he was just naturally a bit calmer than the others. Beel gestured to the path of flowers. “Should I follow these?”

“Could be a trap.”

“Hm. I don’t feel like they are.”

“Go where you want then,” you nodded. A little flourish of the hand motioned to your own body, beaten and bruised and bitty. “I’m not exactly built for travel like this. I’ll go wherever you decide.”

Suddenly, a large fingertip came down, patting you on the head and almost skewering itself on your horns in the process. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

A flash of annoyance cropped up in you for a split second. “I’m much older than you, you know.”

His head tilted just a little, looking genuinely befuddled by that. “Does that change anything?”

A rather humiliating noise of shock clamped down in your throat. You were silent for the next long while as he walked. He was right about that. Nothing you could say or do really changed your position for the time being. Small, nearly magic-less, and exhausted, there wasn’t much of a fight you could put up. If that previous scuffle had proven anything, it was that…right now you were at the mercy of everyone else. It was a blow so low, it left you breathless. Up until now, you were happy to deny the truth, but now there was no fooling yourself. This human… Beel… was your protector.

A demon relying on human protection while you were in somewhere that looked like the Celestial Realm? What kind of topsy-turvey reality was this? The facts repeated over and over in your mind and forced a foreign warmth to brush across your cheeks as Beel continuously ducked his head to avoid branches and the like. You rubbed at your skin in an attempt to snuff out the fire in your body, but it didn’t work.

Beel followed the outline of flowers down deeper into this grove of trees. Both of you remained silent, but it didn’t feel awkward. If anything, it was almost…nice… For what reason, you couldn’t describe. Perhaps you could almost sleep like this, and let the responsibility be on someone else’s shoulders for a while. Everything was out of your hands. You closed your eyes and felt the tension leave your body for a while. You managed to get a little bit of rest until you felt the human stop in his tracks. When you opened your eyes, a strange sight sent a chill down your spine.

Several doors stood upright, scattered throughout the place. Wood, metal, glass, gold, silver, diamond; any material and color you could think of, any design, and it was here. It reminded you awfully of a graveyard. Each door seemed to represent something, eerie in their rigid stillness.

Of course, that was juxtaposed with a sight you did not expect to see in a place like this.

A long table coated in a lacy tablecloth sat at the end of the flower-path. Shiny silver dish-wares were spread across it, glinting in the soft light. And as expected, on top of every dish was a heaping pile of foods. Pastas, pizzas, pies, cakes, casseroles, and crepes, human food of nearly every kind was packed on every square inch of surface. Slurping could be heard above you, and as much as you suddenly feared getting wet, you couldn’t blame him. Just from the smell alone, you could almost feel hungry too, which was something you hardly felt anymore.

Yet, several bells were ringing in your mind. The human known as Gluttony was led to a royal feast? “Beel, I know it looks tempting but—“

“Welcome.”

A smooth voice sent those alarms blaring louder. The demon? No. The voice was much too calm to match. But you could smell Bazz…could smell his blood. You turned your head behind you, but was blocked from sight by Beel’s massive body.

“You must be Beel, right? Please, take a seat. While you’re at it, why don’t you hand me that demon so I can…take care of them for you?”

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I'll always defend you

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Writing type : romance / sad (beginning)

Pairing : Mammon x GN Reader (they)

Relationship with the reader : friends, crush on each other (especially Mammon on the reader)

Intimate level (0 = not intimate ; 10 = really intimate) : 4/10

Character(s) mentionned : the demons brothers, Luke, Barbatos

Warning : Bit of harassment from Belphie and Satan, a bit suggestive

Type : fluff / a bit suggestive

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You're studying in the library of the House of Lamentation. Satan's reading in his corner, Belphie's sleeping by your side. As you study in silence, Mammon comes up behind you. He puts his hands on your shoulders and looks up at you to see a notebook covered in your handwriting.

"Whatcha doin' ?

- I'm studying for the next exam. Want to join me ?

His eyes look at you as if you had just said the most improbable thing in the world.

- No way, it looks borin'. Don't you wanna go out on the town instead ?

- Stop bothering them, says Satan. You should do the same and study. Seeing your catastrophic grades, Lucifer will deprive you of your credit card for sure.

Mammon frown at his Goldie's name.

- Don't talk about my dear Goldie ! No one's gonna take me away from ya darlin' !

Satan sighs then looks at you. By the look on his face, he doesn't seems surprised by the idiocy of his elder. Concerned, you watch Mammon for a moment.

- Mammon, are you struggling in class ?

- Of course not ! The Great Mammon can't afford to be bad in class ! I'm good ! I just don't want to show my true abilities !

Belphie so far silent, takes part in the conversation by yawning.

- He's lying. His grades don't exceed the average of three quarters of the subjects.

Mammon interposes, trying to defend himself in front of your interrogating eyes.

- Huh wrong ! Plus what does it matter if I sucks or not ?!

Satan closes his book, making you jump. An argument ensues between the three brothers, opposing Mammon, Satan and Belphie.

- Lucifer yells at us after every exam because of you !

- You're just stupid... Who can blame you for that ? yawns Belphie, annoyed by all that conversation.

- Oi where's the respect to your older, huh !?

Satan giggles, really determined to go after Mammon.

- It flew away like your brain.

- I ain't stupid !

- You’re not doing anything to prove otherwise.

You see Mammon clenching his fists, gritting his teeth in anger. It’s not the first time they’ve been mean to him. But this time, they’re going too far.

- Only a miracle would allow you to get good grades, says Satan.

- Are you done pushin' me down !? You're not better than me !

- At least I'm above average... answers the Avatar of Sloth.

- Enough ! You two, stop being mean to him ! What's wrong with you ?! you scream, really upset.

You get up and take Mammon's hand, who instantly blushes.

- O-Oi w-what are ya doin' !?

- I'll help you. Let's revise together ! Okay ?

- He's a hopeless case. Drop it Mc, adds Satan.

You put your hands on Mammon's cheeks, who faces you, amazed. Your eyes stare at his for a second.

- Don't listen to them. Are you okay with me helping you ?

He looks away, embarrassed. You feel your heart clenching at this sight. You know that his brothers have done everything to bring him down in front of you. Yet, that’s not what you remember from this argument.

- I really want to help you, not because you need it... I know you, I know what you're able to do. But because I hate how your brothers are acting towards you.

- It's just the truth Mc, continues Satan.

Angry, Mammon looks at you again, a new spark in the eyes.

- Fine. I accept just because it's ya who wants it... But don't expect a miracle, Mc !

Just to remind you his presence, Belphie admits that he'd need your help as well.

- You don't need it. You're already above average, aren't you ? So you don't need me, Belphie.

He begins to sulk as you grab Mammon's hand to leave the library. His hand clenches yours by reflex, even if he remains puzzled by your anger.

- W-Wait where are we goin' !? Why are ya angry ?

- I told you... I don't like the way your brothers treat you ! I know you're capable of much more than they think ! I'll prove it to them.

His hand tightens more on yours a moment. But the second after, Mammon stops walking, gradually letting go of your hand.

- So that's what you're worried about ? You shouldn't... I'm used to this.

His usually cool and cheerful tone of voice becomes sad. You look at him, affected by this change.

- From now on, I'll defend you. I should have done it a long time ago.

- D-Don't say stuff like that ! I don't need you to defend me ! You're too nice, it's goin' to play tricks on ya, for real Mc !

- All I care right now is you. I saw your look... I felt your wound...

Strangely, Mammon seems to soften, touched by your words. He didn't think you'd be concerned at that point. It’s the first time that someone doesn't accuse him without knowing, or understand. You sincerely care about him. And this feeling he feels... It's nice... However, his wound is far from being healed.

- Of course you are ! I'm the Great Mammon after all... he sighs, as if he realizes that this isn't the time to try his usual speech. Just... Mc, please drop it. Satan told you to.

- What ? Say that again ?

- Ya heard me ! As long as you believe in me, that’s enough for me. The rest doesn't matter. The Great Mammon... I mean- I’m not hurt by the words of my stupid brothers. Got it ? No need to worry for me-

- No way I'm going to let you down, got it ?

His hand hesitates and slips awkwardly into yours. This simple, instinctive movement makes both of your hearts beat. His skin is warm and soft against yours. And this feeling always intoxicates you, as when sometimes you hold him in your arms. Then without asking a question, you bring your body closer to his to hug him and whisper a few words. Your heart is beating even faster this way. Is it the adrenaline of the moment ? Or anger ? Perhaps a misunderstanding about his reaction ?

- You can be hurt, Mammon. No one will blame you.

By reflex, he wraps his arms around you and pushes his face into the hollow of your neck, ashamed. This is the first time that Mammon has been so vulnerable to you. This is the first time he has spoken openly about how he feels when his brothers are mean to him.

- Mc... he sniffs, tears are clearly running on your shoulder. How can ya stand there and tell me all this when my brothers are right !? Why do you believe in me when no one else does ? I don’t understand you... Don't you think I'm just good for nothing...?

Your heart is broken, understanding his distress. How can he devalue himself so much ? You know that his brothers love him and love to annoy him every day. But don't they realize that this affects Mammon sincerely ? His tough facade just collapsed. You have a part of the real Mammon facing you.

- You're so much more than that. You have a big heart, an overflowing imagination that knows how to make me laugh and an incredible kindness even when you try to act tough ! That's all I love about you. There's so much more than that too...

-Y'know... I can't explain myself on that... I-I... I feel so good with you... Can we stay like this... a little longer ? I need it...

- Sure...

The minutes pass while you are in each other’s arms. His heart beats against you, gradually returning to a normal rhythm. After long minutes like this, you decide to go to his room to study away from the mockery of his brothers. Mammon seems to really want to study for once. He sits down on his bed and opens his books.

- So... Where do we start ?

- We’ll start with the home economics lesson. For curses and hexes, Barbatos could help us, I guess. And to conclude, Solomon will be our teacher with the magic potions class. We were supposed to study just him and I but it don’t matter that if we're three in the end.

He grimaced in the name of Solomon.

- Man it sounds like something tirin' !

- It'll be fine ! It's just about concentration. You already know a lot. You just have problems with concentration and motivation. I believe in you, Mammon. So I had an idea to help you ! There'll be a reward if you pass the exams.

- Like for real ? A reward ?! Okay, maybe I don't need to think twice about it ! I accept only because there's a reward ! And because of you, of course...

Everything is going as planned and during several days, the support classes have been going smoothly. Mammon seems to be improving. He's even starting to like it. The exams are approaching and finally the big day arrives.

- Mc ! Mc ! Look, look ! You're impressed by my grade, huh ?!

Mammon puts the sheet in front of your eyes, excited to show you his grade. The results are in and everyone is surprised at Mammon's good grades.

- I knew it ! I'm proud of you, Mam ! I knew you could do it !

- Our efforts have finally paid off. How delighted I am. It's thanks to you Mc. I’m sure the Young Master will be delighted to hear that too.

- You and Solomon did a very good job. Thank you Barbatos.

Satan takes the paper and examines it in detail.

- Wow, you didn't cheat to get this grade ? says Levi when is looking carefully at the paper, a bit suspicious.

- No ! I worked hard to succeed !

- I can't believe it. It's possible for him to have this grade ?! Asmo exclaims.

- Well... Mc really succeeded their plan. They is incredible, admits Belphie.

- This is new to you. Are you sick Mammon ? Asmo continues.

- Is it so hard for you to admit that I can be good at exams !?

- Yes, all his brothers except Beel acquiesce in heart.

- Uh, shaddup !

- I'm very happy for you, Beel munches. And then we won't have to get yelled at by Lucifer ! That's good news ! he munches again.

- It's true ! Lucifer couldn't be mad at us ! Thank you Mammon for getting smart ! Asmo laughs.

- Oi ! Don't insult your older brother !

- It's hard to believe it, but Mammon really worked to get there. I don't know what motivated him but I guess Mc is behind it, Solomon adds.

- I told you I won't abandon him. I have only supported him. But I think that now, two people have to apologize to him. Satan, Belphie ?

- Right ! Ya owe apologize ! I'm listening ! Do what Mc said !

- It's hard to say it, but I'm sorry. I was wrong to consider you like an idiot with no brains, admits Belphie.

- I guess I was wrong to think you'd never pass your exams. I'm sorry Mammon.

- But to be honest, I'm always curious, how you got him to study ? Belphie notes.

- Yes, it's suspicious, says the Avatar of Wrath.

- So, Mc ?

- I'm curious too.

Lucifer, Solomon and the rest of the group are looking at you, curious to hear your answer.

- They promised me a reward if I got above average.

Asmo, barely surprised, looks at you with a look full of questions.

- Interesting. What kind of reward ?

- I... Actually I didn't think about it.

Your eyes go through the eyes of others. You simply answer.

- What would please him will be his reward.

Mammon blushes and looks away so he doesn’t cross your eyes. The next second, you understand your mistake. You should have discussed it before...

- Oh~ Can I have a reward too for my good grade ? It'll be fun ! Asmo asks.

- Stop now Asmo, orders Lucifer when he understands how it'll end.

- Booooring. You're not funny Lucifer.

- I understand better his sudden desire to study classes, Solomon smiles too.

- Yeah. He just wanted the reward, Belphie confirms.

- We don’t care what motivated him, the main thing is that it worked ! No ? you smile, a bit embarassed.

- So... Currently I can ask all I want, huh? Are ya sure, Mc ?

- W-Well yes ! But I beg you have mercy on my bank account !

His eyes soften in the face of your concern for your money. Actually, he hadn't even thought about this eventuality. He thinks for himself : she's really cute...

- Well, let me think...

- You know Mc, I should deserve a reward too. After all, I had always good grades, says Satan.

Lucifer glares at him.

- Don't be jealous. Let Mammon shine for once.

Mammon clears his voice before giving the content of his reward. His cheeks become red and his eyes barely stay on yours.

- You would agree if... if- ugh, it's too embarrassing ! I can't ask you that ! Anyway ! The Great Mammon don't need a reward to appear smart !

- Normies are hopeless, sighs Levi.

- I can take your place if you want. I know exactly what to ask to Mc, continues Belphie.

- Nuh-huh ! No way ! I'm the one who deserve this reward ! Mammon tries to appear confident but his blush betrays him. O-Okay, I know what I want ! Mc, you have the honour to... to...

- To ?

You look at him, a smile on your face. Mammon is destabilized by your attitude.

- H-Hey stop looking me like that !

- So, what do you want ? you chuckle.

- A kiss...

All turn to him, shocked.

- What ?!

- It's not an appropriate request, Mammon ! Lucifer yells.

Your heart misses a beat in your chest. Your cheeks become red, you can’t move. Your eyes are lost in Mammon’s. You don't hear the protests of the others. Finally, your bank account has no worries to have...

- A kiss ? That's what you want from me ? No money ? No credit card ?

- Say no Mc ! Don't kiss him !

- You don't have to !

- I want a kiss too, Beel adds.

- Wow, I couldn't imagine Beel would like anything other than food.

You try to make a sentence but you look a bit like a mess with your cheeks bruning.

- Mammon... I-

- It's okay if you don't want...

- Important information you have to know Mc, I'm a really good kisser. Better than Mammon, for sure ! Asmo winks at you.

- Of course not ! Mammon exclaims.

To silence everyone, you put your hand on Mammon's cheek and kiss his lips tenderly.

- Huhhh he's too lucky ! I'm jealous !

Mammon panics for a short time and then regains control of himself. His hands move subtly over your hips to hold you against him. He enjoys the kiss and intensifies it a little.

- You can't do that anywhere other than in front of us !? Levi screams.

The kiss stops, leaving both of you with red cheeks. The tension is palpable and then fades. You smile at Mammon before looking at Asmo with a teasing smile.

- All I can say is that Mammon is a very good kisser.

His brothers are yelling and grumbling about it.

- I hate you Mammon.

- M-Me too !

- M-Mc ! Don't say stuff like this in front of everyone ! I-I know my kisses are kinda- Anyway stop acting like you're acting !

- It's just a compliment, you wink at him, teasingly.

- They isn't too innocent~

- Is it possible to have a reward for the professors ? Solomon asks, laughing.

- It's not correct to ask that, Lucifer says.

- Yeah so be quiet, sorcerer ! growls Belphie.

- Calm down, it was a simple question. Not an order, says teasingly Solomon.

- Are you holding back your anger, Lucifer ? Your eyes betray you-

Satan is stopped by the tone of Lucifer.

- One more word and you'll be punished.

- Who would give a kiss to an otaku like me ? Levi whispers to himself.

The boys hide their jealousy wherever they can.

- Guys ! It was just a kiss ! And I made a promise only to Mammon !

- Jealousy dripping from their bodies, chuckles Solomon.

- Not at all. There's no point in hiding yours, we know very well that you also want a Mc's kiss !

- I don't hide it, Belphie.

- Really ? Are you jealous for a kiss ? you ask.

- Yes a little, Beel admits.

- No ! I don't like normies like you ! Levi blushes. Even if y-you're m-my f-favourite o-one...

- Why would I be jealous of Mammon ? Ridiculous, adds Lucifer, nonchalantly.

- I'll have other opportunities to erase that memory from your head, Satan smiles, already planning how he could get a kiss from you.

- You’re just disgusted and I understand that ! The "stupid Mammon" got a kiss from the best person in the three realms together ! Too sad for you, loosers !

At the same time Luke comes running towards you. Mammon stops his arrogance and watches the little angel run.

- Why Fido is running in our direction ?

- Luke's here ?

- The chihuahua seems very happy.

Very happy, the young boy jumps with joy showing you his good grade.

- Mc ! Look my grade ! I had a very good grade !

You shift all your attention to the little angel. Your smile becomes brighter and you ruffle the hair of the child in front of you.

- Wow ! I'm really impressed ! Good job Luke ! Come here !

You take him in your arms and hug him.

- Thank you !

- Oi Fido ! Let them go !

- You didn't made a promise to Luke so why you hugging him and not me ? Satan asks sadly.