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shootingstarrfish · 11 months ago
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asmos super cool plan part 3!!!!
parts 1 and 2 here (combined)
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aspiringtrashpanda · 6 months ago
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✨MC teaches the brothers about "jinx"✨
“I’m kinda hungry,” you voiced, your Curses and Hexes homework doing little to retain your attention. 
Mammon snorted in response, not bothering to look up from his D.D.D. “Who are ya? Beel?”  
You waited a second before retaliating, hoping that someone would come to your defense. Alas, it seemed that the brothers lounging around you had long learned to tune out any word from Mammon’s lips.  
“I have basic needs like all of you too, you know,” you huffed, gesturing to the Avatar of Gluttony, cross-legged on the carpet next to you.  The warmth from the fireplace at your backs cast flickering light over the crinkled chip bag in his massive hand. “Eating isn’t trademarked by Beel.” 
Beel grunted, sharp snaps sounding from the rhythmic churn of his jaw.  
Levi’s handheld console let out a chime that signaled some sort of victory. “It’s only, like, his whole personality lmao.” 
Beel’s chewing paused, but Asmo swooped in first. “There’s more to Beel than food,” he cooed, “I mean, look at those sculpted muscles! He’s also the most handsome little brother~ ♡ ”  
“Gee, thanks Asmo,” grumbled the lump of blankets on the couch.  
“Aw Belphie, don’t be like that! I like your slender physique, too!” 
Somehow, the mound of linens seemed to shudder in distaste. Asmo only shrugged, losing himself in his hand mirror.  
“Asmo is right though,” Satan hummed, turning the page of his current book – A Comprehensive Guide to the Devildom’s Most Toxic Plants, “To define Beel as solely a glutton does little to recognize all his positive characteristics.”  
Beel swallowed, before flashing a dazzling beam. “Thanks, Satan.”   
The living room fell silent once more, save for Beel’s snacking and the crackling of the hearth.  
“Hey!” You thought you’d try again. “Know what I could go for right now?” 
You paused for anticipation, readying your answer. 1, 2, 3 and... 
“Hell’s Kitchen.” 
Your spine went ramrod straight, eyes locking onto Mammon in the split second after your voices had harmonized.  
“Jinx!” You gasped, “You owe me a soda!”  
“Huh?” Mammon blinked owlishly.  
“Jinx!” Your enthusiasm was lost on your company. Your neck cracked as you glanced from brother to brother, your grin dampening when they looked at you as though you’d grown a second head.  
Satan frowned. “What are you talking about?” 
“Is that some normie saying?” Though he sneered, there was curiosity in Levi’s eyes.  
“You don’t have jinx here?” You barreled onward, explaining, “It’s a game we play in the human world when two people say the same thing at the same time.” 
“How does it work?” Asmo pursed his lip, which only drew his attention to his shade of lip gloss, his mirror capturing his eyes once more.  
You shrugged, “There are various versions of the game. Sometimes, the loser can’t speak until they buy the victor a drink. Other times, they’re silenced until their name is uttered aloud 3 times.”
Mammon lunged forward, toppling off the couch as he rushed on all fours to where you sat on the carpet. Before he could protest, eyes wild with a mix of fear and anger, you placed a finger to his lips. 
“Nope! Not ‘til you buy me a Devil Cola!”  
“LOL!” Levi rejoiced, “Mammon, you’re such a n00b!” 
You weren’t the only one who noticed the way Mammon’s eyes brightened, Satan chiding, “Watch it. You can’t say his name or he’s freed, remember?” 
“Oh~ I wonder how long he can hold his tongue?” Asmo giggled, finally distracted from his mirror. You couldn’t blame him. Mammon’s expression was a cross between anguished and constipated.  
His jaw clenching, slivers of his teeth glinting through curled lips, you could feel the irritation radiating from the Avatar of Greed. Absently, you considered if you should tell him it wasn’t an actual curse. Did he know there was no power other than himself silencing him?  
“Can he eat?” Beel inquired, genuine concern mingling with sympathy as he watched his older brother straighten up and march towards the entrance hall.  
“You don't need to speak to eat,” Belphie's muffled voice reasoned beneath the blankets.
“HEY MAMS!” You called to his back, shoulders curled up to his ears in anger, “Buy me a Devil Cola, won’t you?"
And really, you hadn’t expected him to follow through at all. He left the room and you returned to your homework. Beel continued eating, Belphie continued sleeping, and Satan continued reading for the sole purpose of poisoning Lucifer, you were sure. 
About thirty minutes passed before you heard the door to the Hall of Lamentation creak open.  
“No way!” Asmo squealed, a shutter sounding before Mammon could sprint to the couch and swat the D.D.D. from his freshly manicured hands.
Your jaw hit the floor as you looked up at the second born, at the condensation dripping down the can of soda that he thrust in your face. A petulant pout only brightened his blush, the way his eyes looked anywhere but you. The red tint to his skin darkened as his brothers laughed, jeered, teased him.  
The least you could do was offer him some praise. You smiled with all your teeth, “Thanks Mammon! The jinx is lifted.” 
He scowled, waving off your gratitude with an unnecessarily noisy exhale. With his newfound freedom, he instantly started pestering Asmo, critiquing his most recent Devilgram selfies. As your heart swelled with affection, the words in your textbook falling on blind eyes too occupied by the tiniest movements of your family, you felt completely at ease.  
You didn’t think you needed to elaborate, to clarify that you had used your pact and that there was no real magic behind the jinx. 
However, when you entered the House of Lamentation two weeks later, you realized you had been very wrong. 
The living room was a disaster, pillows tossed this way and that, candle wax oozing across something that looked suspiciously like a summoning circle. Splintered wood littered the carpet, broken chairs in a mangled pile next to the hearth. You were pretty sure you could smell something burning.  
You nearly dropped the bag of groceries in your arms, Beel stock still at your side. One look at your shopping buddy told you he had no idea what was going on, concern blazing to life in his purple eyes. 
“Lucifer?!” He called out, immediately seeking reassurance. 
Instead of the eldest’s smooth drawl, you were met with an incomprehensible shriek from somewhere in the kitchen. A clatter of pots and pans. A crash.  
Belphie came sauntering into the room, nodding in greeting. “The jinx didn’t work.” 
“What?!” You gawked, surveying the damage to the room, “What is going on?!” 
“He could still talk!” Satan fumed, stomping out of the kitchen with his bony tail lashing back and forth, “So I cursed him, but then that asshole reflected it, and it hit Asmo instead.” 
Sure enough, a completely drenched Avatar of Lust was next to appear, his mouth moving a mile a minute and yet, not a single sound to be heard. He tossed his hands in the air, hissing something fierce before flicking a wet strand of hair from his face.  
“And Asmo tried to charm Mammon to speak for him,” Satan was still ranting, “but Mammon tried to charge him for his services, which then set Levi off about repayment with interest.” 
You hugged the groceries tighter to your chest, squeezing your eyes shut as you realized you knew exactly what was happening in the kitchen. You heard the roar, the rumble of the house’s foundation, the continuous rush of water drowning out twin shouts you had heard far too many times before. 
But not as many times as the one voice that rose above them all.  
“MAMMOOOON?!” 
You winced. You’d have to buy your first a Devil Cola later.  
*・゜・*:.。.*.。.:*・☆・゜・*:.。.*.。.:*・☆・゜
technically mammon was the one to provoke levi to summon lotan, so rip buddy. but let's be real, they're all getting punished.
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crystalrose555 · 4 years ago
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Don't make me slap you pt 25
Trigger warning: Unintentional immolation, attempted immolation 
Despite leaving at the same time with his younger brothers, Mammon was the first to burst through the front doors. He didn’t even have time to breathe when the air was taken out of his lungs by an ear-piercing scream. He felt his bones rattled as he ran toward the source of the drilling shrieks that filled the Lamentation halls. He finally reached Lucifer’s hallway to see the stairway to the attic iced over with jagged icicles but the screams drew him to Lucifer’s destroyed door. 
The entire room was bathed in a blue hue as the fireplace burned brightly the unnatural color. However, what caught Mammon’s attention was the dark shrieking figure on the ground engulfed in the cerulean blaze. Time seemed to have slowed down as he watched Lucifer roughly toss his youngest brother aside and shoved his hand in the fire, pulling out the burning object from the fireplace’s maw. Another second barely passed before Lucifer took off his coat and attempted to suffocate the inflamed item. Mammon, following his elder brother’s lead, ripped the thick covers off the bed and tried to put out the burning Marley who continued to howl ghastly.
He wrapped her tightly in his embrace, feeling her struggle through the cloth. As he exhaled, a heavy fog came out, his skin felt chapped as the intense cold coming from below him. He shivered harshly, looking for any sign of progress but the flame threatened to spark up once again. It wasn’t until Lucifer had finally managed to put out his fire that Mammon’s flame gave up the fight. The screams died out and were replaced with crying and whimpering as Mammon got off and wrapped her tightly in the thick covers.
“C’mon, fuzzball. I gotcha, I gotcha.” Mammon whispered as he lifted her slowly off the ground in his arms.
Marley responded with sharp gasps and groans despite how gentle Mammon was being. She couldn’t bring herself to speak, instead, she offered more tears as she was cradled. Mammon looked down at her and cursed underneath his breath while shaking his head back and forth. Before he could even ask about what happened, the sounds of his brothers arriving filled his head. He quickly moved outside the room to greet the worried siblings.
“What the hell happened here?” Satan asked as he stared at the shattered ice by the attic.
“I don’t know but Belphie’s here.” Mammon quickly answered.
Beel stepped forward with his gaze wide in disbelief.
“Belphie’s here? He’s supposed to be in the human realm.”
“Well, he ain’t, he’s in the room with Lucifer when Marley...”
Levi forced himself to the front of the group, he panted heavily as he looked upon the bundle in Mammon’s arms.
“What happened to her?” He demanded.
“...”
“What happened!?”
Mammon remained silent, thinking about what to say. However, his brothers began to fill in the blanks themselves.
“Belphie didn’t, did he?” Asmo asked quietly with his hand to his mouth.
“Why did you assume Belphie did it?!!” Beel snapped.
“Beel, calm down, I’m just thinking out loud.” Asmo defended.
“Well, stop thinking like that! Belphie wouldn’t do this!”
“And Lucifer would?” Satan questioned while holding his chin.
“What was that!?”
“Think about it, what reason would Lucifer set her on fire?”
“What reason would Belphie!?” Beel growled, baring his fangs in anger.
“Beel, you need to calm down. We are just speculating here.” Satan claimed coldly as his eyes glowed green.
The group went around in circles, getting more and more upset and angry with each word being said. Each bearing their fangs with raised voices that drowned out Marley’s wails, leaving Mammon and her on the sidelines. Finally having enough, Mammon took a deep breath.
“I’m tired of hearing y’all bitchin’! Take care of Marley and I’ll handle Belphie and Lucifer!”
“But Belphie-”
“He ain’t the one cryin’ in my arms right now! So for fuck’s sake, will someone take her from me!?”
For once, Mammon had managed to silence his younger brothers who began to focus on the covered-up Marley. Levi took in a deep breath before carefully taking her from Mammon’s arms. With every adjustment he made, Marley sharply gasped before returning to sobbing. He wanted to hold her closer but he feared he would just make things worse. His first step away was wobbly but he found his footing as he slowly walked past his brothers. Beel, snapping out of it, tried to offer a hand only to get a cold glare from passing brother. Satan sighed heavily and gently patted Beel’s shoulder before walking after the third eldest. Beel hung his head low before looking back shyly at Mammon. Seeing the anguish in his face, Mammon gave a small smile with a quiet sigh.
“Don’t worry, big buy. I’ll let y’all know as soon as I get the details.”
Beel paused for a moment before Asmo placed his hand on his arm, giving him a gentle smile as well. Beel gave an understanding nod before slowly walking away. Asmo followed close behind, placing his hand on Beel’s broad back. Once the hallway was cleared, Mammon ran his hand through his hair as he returned to the room where Belphie and Lucifer remained silent and still. Lucifer slowly rose to his feet while grabbing his coat off the floor along with the smoldering pelt. 
Carefully, he wrapped the burnt fur in his coat and held it closely before looking at Belphie who was slumped against the wall he was thrown to. He rested his arms on his knees while his once burning eyes were now dulling in the absence of fire. Mammon sighed heavily before going into his back pocket and pulling out his smoke case. In a smooth motion, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long draw. Sighing again, the smoke left his mouth and filled the room with its strong odor.
“Oi, so who wants to start talkin’ first?”
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