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Catastrophic Candles

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Summary: Mc gifts each of the demon brothers a catastrophic candle for Valentine’s Day.

Category: Other/ Headcanons

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Language: English

Relationship(s): Demon Brothers & Main Character, Demon Brothers/ Main Character

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Main Character

Additional Tags: catastrophic candles, Valentine’s Day, some suggestive content, magic imbued candles, aphrodisiac effect from candles, no gender specified for Mc, gender neutral Mc, no beta, headcanons

AO3

FFN

Catastrophic Candles

[Happy Valentine’s Day]

You were walking down the cobbled streets of the Devildom when a large, pink sign in the window of Majolish caught your eye.

You retraced your steps until you were standing in front of the window where you saw a vast amount of red, pink and lilac candles neatly displayed with red and pink heart shaped balloons and rose petals.

Your eyes trailed up towards the sign instead.

Limited Edition Catastrophic Candles!

New Mystery Variety!

Valentine's Day Sale: 25% Off!

You smiled to yourself as you recalled the effects of the catastrophic candles last time you gifted them to everyone and couldn't help but wonder what surprises the new variety would have in store as you entered Majolish.

You couldn't wait to give him the catastrophic candle.

Lucifer:

As always, this demon's pride swells when you give him gifts, not that he would be willing to admit that too loudly though.

"This is a pleasant surprise. Thank you, Mc."

Lucifer gave you an appreciative smile and a small nod as he accepted the gift from you with promises to return the favour in abundance.

Later that night, Lucifer was toasting the completion of his work and Valentine's Day by indulging himself with a glass of demonus infused with golden hellfire newt syrup while he listened to his favourite cursed records alone in his study when the candle that you had gifted him caught his eye.

“It would be a shame not to light it," he reasoned with himself as he set his glass of demonus down on the table to pick up the candle instead, and took the candle out of its packaging before he then lit the wick.

It was only as Lucifer sank back into one of the armchairs with his demonus and felt the magic of the candle take effect that he realised his mistake as he was overcome with a strong sense of desire, making him begin to feel hot and bothered.

He usually wasn't bothered by the effects of catastrophic candles or golden hellfire newt syrup, at least not enough to act upon the impulses that they came with so easily anyway, but they proved to be quite a potent combination.

He ran his hands through his hair, loosened his tie and unfastened the top few buttons of his shirt in hopes that this might help ease his sudden frustration.

It took all of Lucifer's willpower to keep himself in check, that was until he heard a soft knock on his office door.

"You may enter," Lucifer called out after he tried to straighten out his dishevelled state as quickly as he could.

You slowly opened the door and peered inside, having made a steaming mug of coffee for Lucifer after you had grown worried that Lucifer was still working late into the night.

Your eyes trailed over Lucifer's unkempt appearance before you finally spotted the bottle of golden hellfire newt syrup beside the bottle of demonus and the flame flickering on the wick of the catastrophic candle on the table by the armchair.

"I thought you might want some coffee to keep you doing... " you spoke in a slow voice as you pieced everything together.

He remained still and silent for a few moments and watched as you stood in the doorway, he felt his heartbeat accelerate as even just a glance at you made his desire grow by leaps and bounds.

He quickly rose to his feet and turned to face you as he beckoned you to come closer.

You complied with his silent request and crossed over the threshold into Lucifer's study, only for the prideful demon to close the distance between you in a few impatient strides before he closed the door behind you as he leant in close until he was eye level with you.

You felt your back press up against the door the further he learnt in towards you, and watched as a devilish smirk grew on Lucifer's lips.

“That was quite a bold gift," Lucifer chuckled as he gently lifted your chin to turn your face up towards his before he then moved closer to whisper into your ear, "I do hope that you're prepared for the consequences, Mc, because I won't be letting you leave my side tonight."

Mammon:

Mammon's eyes instantly lit up with excitement the moment you gave him the catastrophic candle as a gift.

You watched as Mammon let out a delightful chuckle as he turned the candle over in his hands and examined it closely.

"Of course ya would get The Great Mammon a Valentine's Day gift," Mammon grinned brightly, "I am your first, after all!"

Mammon was torn between showing off his gift to his brothers to tease them and hiding away to keep your gift all to himself.

He ultimately decided to return to his bedroom to keep the candle to himself. He placed the candle on the coffee table in front of his sofa and made sure he snapped a picture of the candle to send to his brothers in the House of Lamentation group chat later before he then looked around his room for a box of matches, lit the candle and stood back to admire your gift.

The candle's magic took effect quickly and Mammon was suddenly overwhelmed with a wave of passion and longing that only intensified more and more by the second.

Mammon quickly felt his panic rise too as he rushed to blow out the candle as fast as he could, but his panic only increased when he realised that the effects of the candle were still present even after he had extinguished the flame.

"GAAAAAAAH!"

Mammon began to pace restlessly around his room and ran his hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself as he became more and more flustered by the feelings of passion and longing still lingered.

As he turned to pace his room again, Mammon suddenly saw you standing at his bedroom door, making him give a startled jump with a small yelp.

Seeing you standing in his room didn't help ease the intense feelings that the candle's magic had inflicted upon him, if anything your presence only exacerbated them.

He quickly cleared his throat, brushing off his initial reaction to your presence and putting on a confident voice as he spoke up.

"Ya want somethin', Mc?"

Despite his façade, you weren't fooled. You could definitely see the pink tinge of a blush creeping onto his cheeks and you quickly speculated that it had something to do with the catastrophic candle as you noticed the burnt wick.

You finally spoke up, "I thought I heard you groan in frustration so I came to make sure that you were okay."

“Yeah, I'm fine," Mammon's voice was quick and dismissive, "why wouldn't I be anythin' but fine?"

You gave a small nod and turned to leave, only to feel Mammon suddenly grab your hand, making you turn back towards him.

Mammon swallowed before he spoke again.

"S-say... d'ya have to leave right now?" The blush on Mammon's cheeks deepened as he averted his eyes from you. "I... um... I could kinda do with some company, if ya get what I mean..."

He gave you a gentle pull towards himself as he spoke, wanting nothing more than to keep you as close to himself as possible.

After the ordeal that the catastrophic candle had brought him, Mammon decided to place the candle on a shelf as a keepsake than ever light it again.

Leviathan:

Levi recalled the events of the last time you had given him a catastrophic candle as he closed his bedroom door and examined the candle in his hand.

Although the last candle you had given him had accidentally sent him to sleep, he couldn't help but hope that you had given him the competitive candle this time round.

He unwrapped the candle without paying much attentions to the tag that was attached to the pink and red ribboned cellophane wrap and set the candle down on the small side table beside the bathtub in his bedroom after deciding that this would be the optimal placement to feel the full competitive effects of the candle's magic.

Levi then lit the candle's wick and excitedly sent you a text on his D.D.D, he was eager to start gaming with you as soon as possible. He then threw his D.D.D onto the pillow in his bathtub before he turned his attention to getting console controllers ready for you both to play games together.

As the wick flickered and burned, Levi's excitement rapidly plummeted as he realised the nature of the effect that the candle caused while a sensation of lustful longing overcame him.

Levi scrambled for the pink and red ribbon from the discarded cellophane wrapping and ripped the tag from the ribbon to confirm his fears.

Valentine's Day Limited Edition: Mystery Emotion.

He felt the heat rise to his face as his cheeks turned bright red.

"Damn normie holidays!" Levi hissed under his breath in frustration.

He froze and felt his heart skip a beat as the realisation that he had sent you a text message to invite you to his room dawned upon him.

“No, no, no, no!"

Levi's panic increased as he rushed back over to his bathtub to reach for his D.D.D and frantically began to type out a new text message.

"I can't let Mc come to my room! No way!"

Before he could even send the message to tell you not to come to his room, Levi heard a soft knock on his door, making him freeze in his place as his thumb hovered over the send button while his heart pounded fast and hard in his chest.

He considered remaining silent and pretending that he wasn't in his room, but that idea was quickly dashed as he realised that this wouldn't make sense after he had invited you to his room.

Levi was still in his panic induced state when he heard your voice call through his bedroom door.

“Levi, I'm coming in!"

He didn't know whether to duck and hide or extinguish the candle before you entered the room, and somehow ended up doing both as he threw himself down behind the bathtub and knocked the candle off of the side table with an accidental nudge of his foot.

He felt his hard beating hard and fast in his chest and held his breath as he heard you enter his room.

"Levi...?" You frowned as you spotted him. You stooped down to pick up the candle that was now on the floor and still smoking from the wick as you spoke. "What are you doing down there?"

“A-ah! M-Mc!" Levi forced himself to give a feeble laugh as he looked up at you and slowly sat upright again, he turned his face to hide his flushed expression as he sheepishly held up one of his console controllers. "I... uh... I dropped my controller under the tub..."

He couldn't quite meet your gaze as you played games that day and it wasn't until later that night that you remembered the burnt wick of the candle and realised why.

Satan:

Satan was pleasantly surprised when you sought him out in the kitchen as he was cooking dinner to give him the candle.

His eyes widened a little as he held the candle up to examine it closely before he turned to you with a warm smile that he seemed to reserve for you, and you alone.

“Thank you, Mc. I appreciate it, I'll make sure to get you something special in return."

He made sure to put the candle in his bedroom straight away, feeling more at ease to have the gift that you had given him away from the prying eyes of the other demon brothers, before returning to his duty of making dinner.

Later that night, Satan had stayed up late as he had become enthralled in one of his favourite detective novels.

He put the book down in his lap for a moment as he closed his eyes and rolled his shoulders to ease the stiffness out of them, he hadn't realised how hunched his posture had become as he read.

Satan slowly opened his eyes again and cast his eyes around his dimly lit bedroom until his gaze fell upon the candle that you had gifted him that was currently on his bedside table.

A smile crossed his face as he instantly thought of you.

He could already imagine the ambience of reading by the light of the candle and was eager to feel your warmth through the candle's flame as he resumed his reading.

So he made quick work of lighting the candle before he settled back against the headboard of his bed with a pillow and picked his book up again.

At first, he enjoyed seeing the flame dance in his peripheral vision and definitely felt a serene warmth come over him.

That was until that warmth became an intense heat that quickly turned into what felt like a burning desire that engulfed him.

Satan's breathing became shallow as his grip on the book in his hands tightened and his whole body stiffened.

He then snatched up the tag that had been attached to the candle and read it carefully.

A Catastrophic Candle, his fist clenched around the card tag in his hand, how could I not have realised sooner?

He tried his best to keep his attention and focus on reading, but the magic from the candle only continued to intensify his feelings and his mind soon wandered to you.

“Tch!"

Satan was quickly overwhelmed by the effects of the catastrophic candle and abandoned his resolve as he quickly got to his feet, throwing the book in his hands down on his bed in an uncharacteristically careless manner, before he then left his bedroom and headed through the House of Lamentation until he finally reached your bedroom door.

“Mc?" He called out to you as he knocked on your door and waited until he heard your muffled voice from within before he opened the door and let himself inside.

“Satan?" Your voice was groggy and still thick with sleep as you sat up in your bed with a yawn. "It's so late... did something happen...?"

"I just felt the need to see you," Satan replied as he crossed the room to approach you.

As he moved closer, you could see the blush that tinted his cheeks.

"Would you mind if I stayed by your side and held you tonight, Mc?"

Asmodeus:

Asmo would be lying if he said that he didn't recognise the catastrophic candle almost immediately.

He had seen the special Valentine's Day catastrophic candles trending over Devilgram and had seen videos on Deviltube of other Devildom influencers enthusing about them and advertising them.

You missed the familiarity in his eyes as he saw you extend the candle towards him with a smile.

"Is that a present for me?" Asmo gave a small gasp and placed a hand on his chest as a smile crept across his own face. "Awh, you shouldn't have, Mc!"

He couldn't hide his excitement as he accepted your gift, having seen and heard so much about them, he was eager to get his hands on one to see what all the fuss was about.

After he returned to his bedroom, Asmo wasted no time in setting up the perfect display on his vanity table.

He placed the candle on a silk cloth and angled his D.D.D just right to catch all sides of the candle in the reflection of the mirrors as he sprinkled red and pink rose petals over the candle as he snapped some photos, excited to show his gift from you off on Devilgram. And to the demon brothers' group chat, of course.

Asmo couldn't help but snap a few selfies of himself holding and posing with the catastrophic candle too.

He smiled softly to himself as he finally set the candle down again, found a box of matches that he usually used for his other scented candles and incense, and lit the wick of the catastrophic candle.

While he waited for the candle's magic to take effect, Asmo flicked through the photos and selfies that he had just taken on his D.D.D while his mind began to wander with ideas for how he would repay you for your gift.

A small frown of disappointment crossed his face as he felt no different than usual.

He began to wonder if the excitable comments from the Devildom influencers and trending posts about the candles had been overexaggerated for the sake of boosting sales.

"No matter, I can always appreciate and use the candle from Mc anyw—"

As Asmo moved to extinguish the flame, the magic suddenly hit him.

He could feel his heartbeat rapidly accelerating as he was overcome with an urge to seek you out.

It didn't take long for him to act upon his impulses as he rushed out of his room and wandered through the House of Lamentation, his pace picked up in desperation with every passing second until he finally spotted you washing the dishes in the kitchen.

He approached you as quietly as possible and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as a smile spread across his face when he felt you give a startled jump.

“A-Asmo?" You glanced back at the demon over your shoulder with a surprised expression.

“That's right, Mc~!" Asmo chimed happily before humming a victory fanfare for you and flashing a grin at you as his arms squeezed you a little tighter.

You couldn't help the smile that played on your lips as you replied to him in the soft voice, "I'm a little busy at the moment."

Asmo gave you a small pout as he heaved a sigh, "you're too busy to pay even just a little bit of attention to the most beautiful demon in the whole Devildom?"

Even with your face turned towards the kitchen sink, he saw your smile widen a little.

"That's what I thought," he chuckled before he lowered his voice to a whisper, "I love your gift by the way."

Beelzebub:

A small frown of confusion crossed Beel's face as he took the candle from your hands and stared down at it.

"Is this for me?"

His frown was quickly replaced with a smile when you nodded your head at him.

"Thanks, Mc."

Beel instantly recognised your gift as a catastrophic candle and recalled the last time you had given him one, it had altered his mind to make him act more like a butler.

He was more optimistic about the effects that the catastrophic candle would have this time though as he took the candle back to his and Belphie's bedroom and lit the wick.

Soon after he had lit the candle, Beel felt a burning drive begin to take over him and felt confident that he had received a catastrophic candle imbued with magic that made him feel competitive and energised.

Beel felt positive that with the help of the candle's magic he would be able to work in a few more sets of weights training into his pre-dinner workout routine to help him build up more of an appetite.

Except the candle's magic seemed to work well... too well.

The longer the candle burned, the more Beel could feel himself becoming worked up to the point that he should have been over exerting himself.

He let out grunts of frustration as each of his movements became more and more forceful to push himself beyond his limits.

He set his weights down and panted for breath as he grabbed a towel to wipe away his sweat.

A frown formed on his lips as he soon realised that the driven feeling he had felt when he lit the candle continued to increase and made him feel more restless despite the strenuous workout.

Without the distraction of his exercising, Beel's mind quickly turned towards you and he felt the heat rise to his cheeks as his thoughts only made his feelings more intense.

Beel's gaze turned towards the catastrophic candle as he quickly realised the true effect of its magic.

He moved closer to it with the intention of extinguishing the flame, but quickly froze in his tracks as a sense of guilt overcame him.

His attention was drawn away from the catastrophic candle as a knocking sound reached his ears before you stepped into his room with an armful of packets of spicy newt chips.

"Hey Beel," you greeted him with a smile, "I thought you could do with a mid-workout snack."

Beel quickly averted his gaze from you and shuffled uncomfortably on the spot.

You noticed the blush on his cheeks that seemed to deepen as you walked towards him with the spicy newt chips.

"Beel?" You tried to call out to him again before your eyes flitted towards the burning candle instead and a look of understanding crossed your face. "Why don't you blow the candle out for now?"

Beel shook his head as he replied with a guilty expression, "if I blow the candle out, I'm not appreciating the gift that you gave me."

"That's not true," you reassured him as you extinguished the candle for him.

Beel gave you a small, grateful nod and was as you then put the packets of spicy newt chips down on his bed before you then turned towards the door and began to cross the room again.

“I'll come and get you when dinner is ready," you gave him a smile as you spoke.

“Wait!" Beel moved towards you to hold your hand, his cheeks turned redder and redder as he looked down at your intertwined fingers. "Can you stay with me a little longer? I can really do with your help if that's okay."

Belphegor:

"Hm?" Belphie tilted his head to one side as you presented the candle to him, his eyes surveyed the candle closely. "Is this a Valentine's Day gift for me?"

A soft smile crossed Belphie's face as you nodded your head before he took the candle from your hands in both of his own, he turned it over in his hands as he inspected the cellophane wrapped candle and the decorative pink and red ribbons.

“Thanks, it's nice." He gave you a small, appreciative nod.

He continued to examine the candle as he headed up towards the attic.

He could tell that there was a slight scent to the candle through the cellophane wrapping that he couldn't quite put his finger on, but he was sure that he could hint a flowery scent such as lavender, rose or jasmine.

Knowing that these were all good scents to help aid sleep, Belphie was eager to get to the attic where he set the candle down on the table beside the bed and lit the wick.

Belphie laid down on the bed with a yawn and turned onto his side.

Another smile crossed his face as he watched the flame flicker and dance on the candle's wick and watched the wax slowly begin to melt for a moment before he slowly closed his eyes and relaxed his body with a deep, content sigh.

Soon the air in the room felt heavy and was filled with the scent of the candle, adding to Belphie's contentment.

He was drifting in and out of consciousness on the cusp of falling asleep when his eyes flew open and his breath hitched with a jolt of his body as a sudden burning sensation of longing ignited within him.

He tried his best to ignore the feelings that were stirring up from within him and forced himself to close his eyes again in an attempt to fall asleep, but the candle continued to burn, the more the magic's effect took hold of him.

He tossed and turned from side to side restlessly, and even grabbed his favourite pillow and hugged it tightly to his chest in hopes that it would help alleviate some of his frustration.

He let out a frustrated groan as he pulled his pillow over his head.

He remained still until he heard the muffled sound of footsteps and the attic door opening.

He slowly lifted the pillow off of his head and rolled over onto his side only for his eyes to find you standing in the doorway.

"Hey, dinner's ready!" You called out to Belphie and then watched as he slowly sat up on the bed.

A small smirk played on his lips as Belphie maintained eye contact with you and patted the bed beside him.

At his silent invitation, you walked across the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, only for Belphie to move in close from behind you before his arms snaked around your waist and he pulled you closer towards him, letting his chin rest on your shoulder.

“That's some pretty potent magic," he murmured into your ear in an amused tone, "that's one of those catastrophic candles, right? Who would've thought that they'd make one with this kind of effect, huh?"

You followed his gaze towards the burning candle on the bedside table as realisation dawned upon you.

Belphie's smirk grew as he spotted your expression of realisation.

"You're not going to leave me in this state... are you, Mc?"

#obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me! ao3 #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me headcanons #obey me asmo #obey me levi #obey me demon brothers

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anon-karasu · 5 months

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Aftermath

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Prompt: I don’t want to talk

Summary: Mammon steps up in the aftermath of the Celestial War.

Category: Gen

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Language: English

Relationship(s): No Romantic Relationship(?), Lucifer & Mammon

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Additional Tags: aftermath of the Celestial War, aftermath of the brothers’ fall, post Celestial War, post fall of the brothers, demon brothers, mentions of destructive behaviour, mentions of injury, helpful Mammon, caring Mammon, Mammon looking after his brothers, broken Lucifer, unhealthy coping mechanism, mentions of alcoholic influence (demonus), I’m adding a self harming warning due to not looking after/ tending to wounds, mention of self-punishment, tending to wounds, hurt, hurt/ comfort, the comfort is minimal though, angst, no Mc, no beta

‼️WARNING: mentions self harm through not looking after/ tending to wounds‼️

Aftermath

Prompt: I don’t want to talk

Mammon passed through silent hallways as he grimaced at the unfamiliar stone walls of the House of Lamentation, only slowing his pace as his gaze wandered towards the equally unfamiliar floors where he spotted a large, splintered piece of polished wood.

He winced through the sharp pain in his joints as he stooped down to pick up the wood before he returned to his full height with a frown as he finally noticed a trail of fragmented wood leading further through the hallway and into a nearby room.

He tentatively approached the room and peered inside, only to find the remains of a grand piano scattered all over the room along with the stuffing from the sofa and the feathers from the cushions, and deep scratch marks etched into the wall.

Amongst the debris of what was once the music room, Mammon could make out Satan’s figure curled in on himself with his tail wrapped around himself, laying on top of a tattered frayed rug on the floor.

Mammon heaved a weary sigh, he was inwardly thankful that the unrelentingly angry demon had exhausted himself enough to finally pass out after yet another tantrum.

He didn’t dare step further into the room in fear of waking Satan and causing the rage-induced rampage to continue. Mammon backed away from the doorway of the music room as quietly as he could before he continued onwards through the hallway towards the common room instead, picking up the larger pieces of splintered wood and moving them aside as he walked to make the hallway a little safer to trek through.

Mammon paused in the doorway of the common room, his eyes fell over the floor in front of the sofas where he could see of Asmo, Beel and Belphie huddled close together with their blankets and pillows on the rug in front of the fireplace, their silhouette forms visible thanks to the dying embers. He remained in the doorway, watching over his younger brothers as they restlessly stirred in their sleep in an attempt to move closer to each other and maintain their comforting hold on each other.

Mammon eyes slowly moved towards a first aid kit that the three younger brothers had left nearby, the contents of which had been removed from their packagings and left strewn about with pieces of gauze and a bowl of water.

He crossed the room as quietly as possible so as not to wake his brothers and pushed through his own aches and pains to stoop down to pick up the discarded packaging and gauze, dropping them into the waste bin. He then tidied the unneeded dressings, gauze and plasters back into the first aid kit before he placed the bowl of water onto the coffee table that had been pushed out of the way.

Mammon straightened up to his full height again, pausing only to pull the blanket back up over Belphie’s shoulder before he headed back towards the common room door with the first aid kit in his hand and gave the three huddled brothers one last glance before he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him.

After leaving the common room, Mammon quietly crept up the stairs, silently counting his brothers off on his fingers and noted that he had now checked on Satan, Asmo and the twins. His eyes fell upon Levi’s bedroom door as a certain recluse came to his mind, seeing that Levi had left his bedroom door ajar and a dim light was emitting from within.

He pushed the door open a little wider to peer into the room, he instantly found Levi sitting in the bathtub as he scrolled through his D.D.D while shrouded by a blanket that he had draped over his head like a hood. Mammon could just see a set of headphones that were clasped over Levi’s ears beneath the blanket.

Noticing the movement of his bedroom door, Levi glanced up at Mammon, making eye contact with his older brother.

Mammon gave Levi an understanding nod, which Levi returned before he slowly turned his attention back towards the D.D.D in his hands.

Mammon retracted his head from the room and made sure to close the door properly before he then walked further along the hallway to Lucifer’s bedroom and gave the closed wooden door a gentle knock.

Mammon waited.

And waited.

But even after another, slightly louder knock, he heard no answer from within Lucifer’s bedroom.

With a small sigh, Mammon pushed the handle of the door down and entered the room anyway.

He quickly spotted Lucifer sitting in one of the armchairs near the fireplace, leaning forwards in the armchair with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped in front of his face while the dim light emitting from the fireplace cast a silhouette around the eldest brother.

Mammon watched as Lucifer slowly and sluggishly turned his head in Mammon’s direction as the second-born entered the bedroom, staring in Mammon’s direction with unfocused eyes for what seemed like only a fraction of a second before he quickly turned his head to look away again without a single word.

He eyed Lucifer carefully as he walked across the room, noting how Lucifer turned his head further away from him to avoid meeting Mammon’s gaze as he stared into the glowing embers within the fireplace instead. Yet Mammon still saw how Lucifer’s hands shook slightly while he tried to maintain what little composure he had left, Mammon saw that Lucifer’s hair looked as though it had been pushed back repeatedly, leaving a few missed strands to fall into his face, the dark circles beneath Lucifer’s eyes that marked every sleepless night that he had had since their descent to the Devildom, along with the empty and defeated look in Lucifer’s eyes.

The glow of the embers in the grate of the fireplace only seemed to make Lucifer’s expression seem more worn and tired.

Upon closer inspection, Mammon also noted the wounds on Lucifer’s hands that were red and inflamed from lack of care and treatment. Mammon had no doubt that Lucifer was using this as some form of self-punishment.

A state that Mammon had never seen the once acclaimed and beloved archangel of the Celestial Realm in before, and an uncharacteristic image vulnerability that Mammon was sure he wouldn’t soon forget.

Mammon’s eyes slowly moved from Lucifer to the low table nearby where he could see an empty glass and a bottle of Demonus that was almost three quarters empty, explaining Lucifer’s sluggish movements earlier.

The silence in the room was only broken by the sound of the dying embers popping in the fireplace and the slight rustle of Mammon’s clothes as he proceeded to step forwards towards Lucifer.

Mammon forced himself to push his own aches and pains to the back of his mind for Lucifer’s sake as he knelt down on the floor in front of Lucifer, opened the first aid kit and prepared some antiseptic and gauze before he then stared up at Lucifer expectantly.

Lucifer’s eyes flitted towards Mammon’s before he silently and somewhat reluctantly unclasped his hands and held one of them out towards Mammon.

Mammon noticed that Lucifer’s shoulders tensed and the older demon took a sharp, inward breath through gritted teeth as Mammon used the antiseptic and cause to clean Lucifer’s wounds, making Mammon instantly pause in his movements to look up at Lucifer.

Lucifer closed his eyes and gave a small nod of his head, letting Mammon continue to tend to his wounds with a much more gentle touch this time.

Mammon stole another glance at Lucifer as the older demon slowly reached towards the bottle of Demonus on the table with his free hand to pour another drink.

Lucifer’s hands still shook, making the bottle rattle against the rim of the glass. He only half-filled his glass before quickly putting the bottle back down on the table beside it with a small thud, but Lucifer didn’t pick the glass up to drink its contents. He instead withdrew his hand to rest on his own knee while Mammon continued to tend to the wounds on his other hand.

Mammon let his eye flit up towards Lucifer’s face once more, seeing that the other demon had finally, slowly met his gaze for the first time since their fall. Mammon could see the grief, guilt and regret etched into Lucifer’s eyes.

Lucifer took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, but Mammon instantly cut him off before the eldest had the chance to speak a single word.

“I know.”

Mammon’s voice was a quiet murmur, but they seemed to be enough to give Lucifer the comfort he sought as the pair then shared an understanding look before letting the silence envelope them again while Mammon continued to tend to Lucifer’s injuries.

#pretty-little-lambs thank you for your tags 💚💚#they mean a lot to me ☺️💚

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