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collectorofsoulss · 1 year

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Exile! Mammon x F!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello, how many I help you?”

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

“And you are?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mommy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mommy, my socks,” MJ whined.

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

He fumbled a little, “B-But I'm wet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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collectorofsoulss · 11 months

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Exile! Mammon x F!Reader Pt2

“Liar.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What did you do to my babies!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Unless you are the one to seal them.”

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

“Honey, are you okay?”

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

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

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

“Sweetie, open the door!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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