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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.”

mellonyheart · 2 months

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Some mornings are heavenly. In the traditional human sense anyway.

You open your eyes lazily and slowly blink away speep. You're warm and cozy. Beside you, with an arm over your torso, is Mammon. Still fast asleep. Soft snores and bedhead. He looks so peaceful and you can't help the fond smile that graces your face. You never really want to get up.

Some mornings are... something else.

You wake up groggy and wonder why you feel like you're in a sauna. The answer is basically on top of you. Mammon is on his back and draped over your middle. Loud snoring and the occasional snort tell you he's still passed out. The blankets are... somewhere. And your feet are cold. You gotta pee but the demon is heavy. Is it even morning yet?!

May or may not be hungover too...

#My cat woke me up too early #Having a cat is like being a parent but the baby is a furry alien #obey me mammon #mammon obey me #obey me fluff #obey me crack #mammon x reader #mammon x you #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x you #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me nightbringer

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trash-opposum · 4 months

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The idea of MC having kids with the Obey Me characters is cute yes, but there are certain characters where I’m just like “there’s no way this motherfucker would want kids.” Or I think they don’t want kids but are willing to take on a step-parent roll if the person they’re interested in already has kids.

Like, the way I can explain it:

Wants kids & is willing to be a stepparent-

Lucifer, Beelzebub, Diavolo, Solomon, Simeon, Mephistopheles

Doesn’t want kids but is willing to be a step parents-

Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Barbatos, Thirteen

Doesn’t want kids & doesn’t want to be a step parent-

Belphegor

Raphael is a bit tricky to me cause I’m not sure. I feel like he’d be more neutral on the whole kids thing. It just depends on the partner for him.

I dunno. I’m tired and just writing things down as I go. I’m sorry if this doesn’t make any sense

Small edit: I changed Satan’s place

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me mephistopheles #obey me mammon #obey me 13 #obey me raphael #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #asmodeus obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me headcanons #we need more step parent headcanons

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projectcaramel · 1 year

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Random Headcanon #2

There's a little interaction difference between you and the brothers and the brothers and their kids.

How he responds to his kid

How he responds to you

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Lucifer

“Please pass the salt, Dad.”

“Certainly.” And Lucifer hands over the salt to your son/daughter. No fuss.

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“Please pass the salt, Lucifer.”

“Why don’t you beg me for it?” That damn cocky smirk of his. Evidently, he’s in a mood again.

“...Lucifer, behave yourself.”

Mammon

“Pass the salt, Papa?”

“How much does it mean to ya?” He’s joking with a playful glint in his eyes, but he’s teaching your kid some weird quirks.

“Mammon...” you groan, and he laughs as he passes it over.

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“Pass the salt, Mammon.”

“Here ya go.” Job done.

Levi

“Wouldst thou passeth the wondrous elixir of life, Father of mine?”

Leviathan groans while passing over the hot sauce.

“Why did I let him/her play Shakespeare’s Conquest...?

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“Wouldst thou passeth the wondrous elixir of life, Oh Gracious Lord of Shadow?”

Leviathan covers his red face in his arm while you giggle.

“Stop making fun of me, MC! Now I won’t pass anything over!”

Satan

“Can you pass the pepper, Father?”

“I’m capable of passing the pepper, yes.” The idiot is smirking without looking up, and your child is on the edge of throwing a temper tantrum.

“Satan,” you growl warningly, and he hands it over.

“The best way to ask is ‘please pass the pepper, Father.’ by the way.”

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“Can you give me the pepper, Satan?”

“MC, we’ve been over this a hundred times.”

“Can you give me the pepper, Satan?”

“No, I can’t give you the pepper.”

“Can you give me the pepper, Satan?”

“...” And that’s how you end up in a long staring contest that Satan eventually loses.

Asmo

“Would the most beautiful Papi in world grant the cutest son/daughter the frosting~?

You give Asmo a very long look as he, humming, gives your kid the spoon full of extra cupcake frosting.

“What~? Do you want some frosting too~?”

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“Asmo, be a dear and pass the frosting,” You say, while he’s in the process of picking it up for himself. “You can enjoy it if you wan—”

“You know I could never say no to you, sweetie pie~ Here.” And then he’s taking a picture and posting it to Devilgram with a such a happy smile that you wonder if you should feel bad.

Beel

“Pops, can I have that?” She/He points to the burger on Beel’s plate.

“Yeah,” is his reply as he happily hands over the entire, completely loaded, triple-decker cheeseburger to a five year-old.

“Are you sure you can eat all th—” It’s already gone, and Beel is happily laughing.

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“Beel, mind if I eat your pickle?” You point at the spear, and Beel shakes his head.

“Nah. All yours, MC. Can I have your toad eyes?”

And so the great food exchange begins.

Belphie

“Pa.”

“Mn... yeah? Sure.”

You’re left confused as you look between father and son/daughter as Belphie passes the wasabi to the other side of the table.

“Belphie, he/she’s supposed to ask you...”

“That’s a pain.” Guess you’re outnumbered, since they both spoke at the same time.

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“Belphie, pass the—” He almost smacks you with the wasabi as he sleepily brings his chopsticks over to you. “How did you...?”

“You’re not hard to read.”

“Is that a compliment or...?”

#obey me!#writing #obey me lucifer #obey me headcanons #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus!#obey me beel #obey me belphie #parenting

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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This is Amazing because;

1. Mammon coming to MC's defense is always good content

2. As the person who Lucifer usually dumps responsibility on, Mammon is absolutely speaking from pent up frustration

3. Mammon called Lucifer a 'son of a bitch' you know what that means right? RIGHT!? MAMMON JUST CALLED ***GOD*** A BITCH i cant breathe

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strawberry-cowmilk · 1 year

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them with an mc who grew up with a bad father

-> lucifer, mammon and asmo x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: unhealthy relationship with a father, suggestive content (mc sexualizes themself and tries to run off with an old dude in mammon's part), people pleasing, avoidance, crying

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Lucifer

there were days where you would be (overly) affectionate with him, and days where you were avoiding him

like one day you could be in his arms the whole time, and the next you're arriving late at breakfast so you don't have to see him

lucifer figured out you might be afraid of something, so he goes to talk to you about it

eventually you admitted you were afraid to be hurt by him while you would think he loved you and would never harm you

your files mentioned you had a bad relationship with your father, could this be a consequence of that?

lucifer knows this confrontation might have been pretty unpleasant for you, he lowkey feels bad for bringing it up

if you want, he'll bring you to a quiet place, hold you and let you vent whatever you want, but he understands if you don't feel ready

he will let you know he will never hurt you and help you calm down with some tea, soft blankets and your favorite music

Mammon

he is your first man, so he is supposed to protect you!

the amount of times you texted him at midnight, saying you were at the fall which resulted in mammon suddenly getting a bad feeling so he came to pick you up only to find out he was right

you, were about to leave the club with some dude who looked even older than lucifer, honestly you knew it was a bad idea

one time mammon just straight up asked you why you'd try to run off with these dudes when you knew it would be a mistake

he regrets everything when you tell him it might be some unhealed wound your dad left you with

from then on mammon tries his very best every day to make you realise you are deserving of worth and respect

sometimes it might get too much and you pull away from him a little

Asmodeus

you and asmo were in the middle of a crisis: you need to go to a music concert but a whopping total of 0 bands is giving them right now

so naturally you instantly booked tickets when you saw one of your favorite bands is performing soon

at the concert, there was a guy who had brought his child, and at first you thought it might not be the best idea to bring a little kid to a loud concert but soon something else was bothering you

he was so nice to the child, it was clear he would do anything to protect and ensure happiness for his kid

it hurt a little too much, you went to the bathroom to cry but asmo knew you too well

he followed you there, asmo was worried about the sudden change in your mood

honestly, it felt stupid to get upset over a healthy parent-child relationship, but asmo didn't judge

he just hugged you in the middle of a concert hall bathroom until you relaxed

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #gn!mc #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me hurt/comfort #obey me angst #tw toxic parents #tw daddy issues

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in-the-words-of-the-hellaverse · 3 months

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Mammon: Oh, don't worry about it girls, my dreams were shattered long ago. Glitz: Uh.... Glam: How long ago? Mammon: When did I hire you 2?

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littlestardescendants · 3 months

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You know I'm still sad about the Leamas thing but look; I drew Mirjami's daughter!

See I think if ever Mirjami moved on with a Demon King, Munira wouldn't be too keen on it.

Which do you think is best dad? My money's on Satan (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

#what in hell is bad #whb #what in hell is bad mc #whb mc #what in hell is bad solomon's descendant #whb satan #what in “hell” is bad?#what in hell is bad satan #what in hell is bad mammon #whb mammon #what in hell is bad beelzebub #whb beelzebub #what in hell is bad leviathan #whb leviathan #See Munira is still in the phase of wanting her parents back together but i feel like the Kings would step to the plate #Or at least Satan and Mammon idk about the others #Poor Satan would be so scary coming to comfort her after a nightmare like bro you are the nightmare XD #LittleStarcomics #mirjami comics

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1-siracha · 5 months

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STOP SHOWING ME THAT STUPID FUCKING PLU-

#pLEASE DONT MAKE ME JEALOUS #I CANT BUY IT BECAUSE ASIAN PARENTS WILL GIVE ME A MASSIVE SIDE EYE BECASUE DATING GAME #HE IS SO PUNCHABLE #I WANT TO BEAT HS ARSE IN A LOVING WAY #i need him #obey me #obey me shitpost #obey me nightbringer #obey me mammon #om! mammon

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littledemo0n · 2 years

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No! Not the boogeyman!!

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luxthestrange · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes#669 Kindergarten

In a Devildom Kindergarten...

DemonKid*Running up to the caretaker*Teacher teacher! Satan called me the B-word!

Mam*In one of his many side jobs(Mam: No I'm not here to check on my Precious baby nephew sure Jan)Looks down at Satan who is following the DemonKid*Woah!Munchkin is that true?!

KidSatan*Looks Mammon dead in the eye*Mother F*cker doesn't start with a B

DemonKid:＊〇□〇）……！

Mam*Doesnt know if to be just as shocked...or to be rolling on the floor wheezing from the guts satan has*

Papa Lucifer and You gonna have an interesting Parent-teacher conference...Hot uncle mammon tho-

For real Catan....se mamo

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collectorofsoulss · 5 months

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Exile! Mammon xF!Reader Pt 4

Rain. Blood collected with the rainwater, mixing as it trailed into the sewer. MJ’s eyes casually followed it until they landed on your staggered form against the wall for support while Papa held your sides as you retched. It was not too long ago he arrived; him being the demon he was, it easy to trace your scent. Mammon sought after you in an attempt to win you back. He was not one to wait or let things ‘cool off’ he could not bear the fact you were upset with him.

Mammon had instructed MJ and Maximus to go inside the car and wait. Head laid against the window, MJ exhaled, his breath fogging the window before clearing, there he noticed his reflection, studying the reality of his image until he spotted Maximus staring with curiosity.

“Am I going to get horns too?” he touched the top of his hair, feeling for signs.

MJ said nothing, ignoring him he stared at his bloodstained hands. The image of your expression flickered in his mind, he felt…ashamed although you said nothing. The ambiguity of your face made him scared. Did you not love him anymore? He soon felt a tug on his wing, Maximus pulling at the appendage.

"Can you fly?"

“Stop it,” he mumbled, casually nudging him with it. “Leave me alone.”

“Why you get to have them and I don’t?” Maxi whined.

“Mama said it’s a curse, I’m not supposed to have these,” he whispered.

The sudden loudness of your voice drew their attention away from each other and to their parents. Climbing into the passenger seat, Maximus gazed out the window for a better view. It was a slight distance, and the rainfall muffled your voice, however, MJ's ears were sharp. He heard everything.

The clothes were glued to your skin, teeth chattering from the coldness of the rain. The breath your body chased was never caught, between the puking and the adrenaline, it left you breathless. Heavily your chest rose and fell in attempts to grasp reality.

“Babe,” Mammon reasoned. “It’s rainin’ let get outta ‘ere and talk at home.”

“No,” you kept your distance, “You didn’t see what I saw! I need you to reverse it right now, whoever the hell you pissed off caused our son to do that!” you pointed to the dismembered bodies sprawled across the alleyway.

Mammon set a hand on the nape of his neck as he faced away from your intense gaze, he began to pace. He shifted his weight, one foot to the other as he built up the courage.

“I’ll…I’ll explain everythin’ to ya,” he breathed. “Just not here.”

The rain coated your face, dripping from your brows and quivering lips. At this point you could hardly feel your toes, regardless you remained unmoving.

“It’s hurting my baby,” you gritted. “I don’t want it to get worse.”

“No one ain’t do nothin’ to ‘em,” he confessed. “It ain’t a curse.”

Mammon slowly found the courage to face you. In the depths of your eyes twirled with disbelief, confusion and the searing pain of betrayal. Unconsciously, your body curled inward. The words tripped on your tongue, barely escaping as a whisper, “T-then what?”

Mammon’s heart clenched at your vulnerability, he never intended to keep this secret for so long. He was going to tell you! Not on the first date – or third! Not on the day he proposed or the night of his wedding! Everything was going well, telling you would have ruined everything he’s worked hard for.

He was truly afraid. Afraid you’d see him just like his brothers, that you too will gaze at him with eyes of disappointment and scorn. Mammon desperately ran from his greed, the past and who he was destined to be. He thought it eventually would fade with time. The single thought of you hating him, distrusting him – he simply couldn’t handle it. It’ll break him, like how your look alone is breaking him right now.

“I’m a…” he struggled to get it passed his throat, “…a –”

The woman’s words decided to echo in your mind. “…a demon,” you finished for him.

He looked into your tear-filled eyes. “All these years…” you murmured, “a-all these years,” you repeated. The outside closed in around you, the space was suffocating from the weight of his confession. Every piece of furniture, the photos, they all mocked you for the life you had built with this man, this demon. Everything you’ve once known about him was lies!

“Were you even an orphan?”

“…no.”

Spinning around, you could not bear to look at his face! “You knew…all this time?”

He did not have to speak for you to know his answer. Immediately you began to walk towards your car where your children were waiting.

“Baby please!” he clutched your arm, delaying your departure. “I was just scared,” he stammered, his eyes plea for understanding. He hoped you’d be able to see beyond the label and had grown to love the layers of his character. “Afraid if you knew, you’d see me as a –”

“What! A monster?” you interrupted, finishing with bitterness. Wrenching your arm from his touch, “Are you!”

The tears eventually cascaded down your cheeks. The weight of your accusation filled him with disgust. Mammon knew his previous actions could mark him as that but every day he found against his instincts, suppressing the desire. Temptation was everywhere, wealth, power and the humans displayed it well; it was partially oozing from their pores. There were moments of weakness but each time he chose you and his children over his selfishness. Mammon was fighting his demons but he couldn’t fight them if the demon was him.

Mammon tried to touch you again, “Babe, c’mon you’d know I’d never –” you raised your hands in defense, flinching. Not once you look at him like that before – ever. It scared him. Mammon stared at his palms, eyes shaking with terror. “I’d never h-hurt you,” his voice was a whisper, however, his words were swallowed by an abyss of mistrust. The way you stood there, staring with foreign eyes. Internally Mammon crumbled to pieces.

“No,” you breathed, “I don’t know. Do you expect me to believe anything from you?” Little by little you stepped backward, “I never asked for any of this! You never gave me a choice!” you shouted. “And that’s the most selfish thing a demon could ever do!” Mammon was speechless; he watched you slip from his grasp and out of his life.

Maximus saw your figure appearing closer, and quickly he went into the back, throwing himself in his car seat. The second the door opened, you made sure he was fastened. He saw how your hands trembled, you barely buckled him on the first try. Soon after, MJ saw you were going to do the same for him but noticed your hesitation once you saw the blood coating his figure. Regardless, you fastened him anyway. MJ saw Papa was still outside, standing in the same spot you left him in once you got into the car. He said nothing. Maximus strained his head to see where Papa was, eventually speaking,

“Is Papa com –”

Adjusting your rearview mirror, you interrupted. “Not now, mama needs quiet time.”

Mammon's spirit sank into the lowest pits of hell, returning to where he rightfully belonged. There he was in the dimly lit confines of his bedroom. Across his couch, he laid, pillow hugged against his chest, gazed fixed at the picture of his family within his worn wallet. The weight of your absence - was this what it meant to feel soulless? Desperately he desired to see you, to hold you once again, to kiss his children but he could not bring himself to face another rejection. Did he deserve you? Did he deserve them? He closed his eyes, a single tear escaping. His brothers were right. He was scum.