Welcome To I Have A Few Mammon Headcannons I Dont Know What To Do With Them So Here You Go Children Part

Welcome to i have a few mammon headcannons i don’t know what to do with them so here you go children part 2 this shit long long btw

Nesting

I feel like mammon has a nesting period and it normally doesn’t happen unless he is upset or is genuinely in the headspace needed for nesting. This guy definitely has some sort of treasure cave type of thing, with all of his priced possessions. It doesn’t have to be money ( theres prolly heaps of gold anyway) but really significant things for example a bunch of weapons that belongs to him and his brothers; a plushie Lilith gave to him back in heaven ; a necklace that lucifer gave him. Ya know , things that don’t seem much compared to the rest of his cave but mean the world to him. Mammon probably will have a bunch of blankets or soft clothes in the cave so that he can sort of sleep or curls into.

Mammon would probably turn into his second demon form which resembles more of a crow , like he’d have the legs of a crow, sharp and long talons and feathered wings. His torso prolly is normal tho.

In this state however, you are not to approach him. Nesting makes him very territorial and vulnerable at the same time so unless he gives you the okay to stay with him he will attack you. No hesitation. Doesn’t care if its his brothers either. Ye.

Anyways the place where he nests honestly depends on where he wants to be or what he be feeling. So he might not be asked to go to a cave to nest, and may just lock his room, or he might feel himself going into a true nesting headspace so he prolly will yeet himself to his nearest cave. He is the fastest bro so can get there before he starts hoarding anything. I feel like his main nesting location is in his circle, cuz he feels comfortable and there isn’t a distraction like his brothers there so he can rest in peace. All he does while nesting is honestly just sleep. And his harpies know when and where he is nesting so he does get protected by them outside the cave. Yes they do leave food and water for him they cant get attacked by him he hardly does.

There was an incident where mammon didn’t steal shit, but obviously got framed by satan and belphie, he apparently stole lucifers expensive wine that Diavolo gifted him and it was “special limited edition” or whatever, everyone ended up finding mams in his layer, nesting of course, and they all barged in the cave to see mammon sleeping soundly. Obviously seeing mammon looking peaceful didn’t sit right with this peacock, so he tried to grab mammon by the ear. He’s walking towards mammon, aaaannnddd would you look at that, mammon is awake and is staring into your soul lucifer, how do you feel? Lets just say that the brothers left the cave and the circle of greed with busted eardrums, broken arms, lots of scratches and a little reminder on who the second strongest is in their dysfunctional household. Ye. Mammon also nests in the winter cuz it cold innit. And birds fly to warmer places so like ye. Anywhos

Mammon and his significance to lucifer

Mammon as most of us know, was the right hand man to lucifer. In a way i feel like lucifer didn’t choose mammon, but Michael did instead. So lucifer knowing mammon honestly was ready to retire. He was ready to give up. Didn’t even give mammon a chance to prove himself. Rude.

Anyways time passed pretty quickly and lucifer still cant get over the shock that mammon can be serious when he wants to. Mammon can multitask pretty well, he knows who to do reports, he knows how to finish his work in detail , he knows how to do a lot of stuff, he just cant be bothered cuz it’s boring same tbh. Mammon ended up getting respect from lucifer, and in turn mammon looked up to lucifer. Mammon became lucifers younger bro, and lucifer did have a soft spot for him, which meant that this dumbass ended up spoiling mammon which, you know started the problem. Now mammon spends too much. It is your fault lucifer.

When it came to the war, lucifer was this 🤏 close to keeping mammon in heaven. He didn’t want mammon to die in the war, yes mams can fight , yes he can defend himself, but lucifer didn’t want to risk it. If he’s being honest with himself, Lilith’s death did break him, but losing mammon would make him fall of the edge. I feel like mammon’s presence was very grounding to him and sorta keeps him calm.

Oh and i feel like mammon will end up becoming way more terrifying if lucifer gets hurt by anyone, be it a lesser demon, a noble or even Diavolo, he will make them regret hurting his big brother. Personally I don’t think that mammon has to use power to show them they fucked up. All he’s got to do , say if it was a noble or a high rank who hurt lucifer, is just make them go bankrupt. They wont know mammon did it, and if mammon decides to tell them he did cause them to go bankrupt, these lot would try to snitch which wouldn’t work. Why? Cuz no one really expects mammon to have a high knowledge of magic or actually do something rash like that. If Diavolo hurts lucifer, well damn i guess the harpies are going to have a party the treasury will probably be in either oblivion or in Queen Liz’s own royal treasury ain’t nobody gotta know.

More harpy head cannons

Harpies also most definitely have a leader, and she’s normally got a different colour on her feathers. So , harpies are all female and they are massive. But they also have blue or black feathers and the only part of their body that has got a different colour of feathers are their chest feather, which are either white or red if they just had food, if you know what i mean.

Anyhoes back to the leader. Because she is pretty much one of the reasons why demons of any kind keep themselves in check including dia she gets to have a lot of the restricted areas in the devildom and in the layers of sin.

The way this absolute abomination of a lady looks is sorta concerning, i mean, y’all thought an average harpy is big- wait till you see this one. She can control her size if she feels like it, or so she doesn’t intimidate any of the kid harpies, so she looks like a 9-11 feet average harpy. But when this lady is in her real size -oof. She’s about 15 feet tall. She basically towers over a lot of buildings. She also has like gold feathers, white here and there, and has blonde hair.

What you don’t want to see, though, is her face. For the longest time, she was told to cover her face by mammon not cuz she was ugly— hell nah. The mask on her face is sort of used as a way to say “okay there is no war, everything is dandy”. If however, her mask is taken off, pack yo bags darling a war is about to break out. If you see her flying in her true height without her mask - goodnight nobody escaping.

The last time that happened was when mammon went into a frenzy and his power went haywire, so obviously ya boi dia had get some help form the rest of the bros and barbs to calm the white haired guy down.

Any gays, her outer feathers seem soft, but they also bullet proof and sort of stick out in defence if needed, cuz there was an incident where some dickhead genuinely thought he could take her down so he tried to shoot her and guess who is now a Facebook post.

Oh yeah and i feel like her voice kinda changes depending on who she is talking to, so she could sound like Lady Dmitrescu if she is talking to her family or Officer Grayson if she be talking to the sins or the royals, in which a certain person gets the horny attack asmo. she can also sound like ten other people who are talking in unison just to fuck with people.

I think imma do a part three cuz i ain’t done yet i have way too many mammon head cannons and my brain is prolly gonna make more fml

Anybody have any requests to give me? I write mostly in head cannon form and i write for obey me

Please gimme requests I’m gonna get bored

What do you guys thinks the demon king’s assigned sin is? I think its wrath, solely because if diavolo had to wait till he fell asleep, he prolly doesn’t like the idea of the exchange program

Heya! I saw that your asks were open and I wanted to ask if you could do Mc meeting Diavolo’s dad? Like bursting in the castle to tell the prince about their day or their scheduled tea party or some other plan only to find his dad just sitting there. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to though. Take care ❤️

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Holy shite I love your work a lot my darling i can’t believe you requested

Ooh la and this request of yours is gold like- there is so much to write about. Imagine bursting in the castle and this guy is who is supposed to be asleep or something drinking some tea like 🤨 🍵🤏. Just -yes

Also, my apologies this took so damn long

Mc meeting the demon king for the first time

You just came back from seeing your family in the human world and boi you were excited to go back to see your demons. You had missed the demon brothers, Barbatos and diavolo a lot, and you got some gifts to give them.

You especially missed Diavolo and the tea parties you both had together – who knew that diavolo had a lot of things to tell you, whether it be something that happened during his day or a little story on how the human world was back when he was younger. There were also days where you both don’t have tea parties together : the prince only talking about how he never had someone to speak to as a friend, that he is grateful for you. Those were the days where the two of you would have a heart-to-heart conversation, or when you both question everything. There was never a day you have been bored in diavolo’s presence - he was truly an interesting being.

There was a light breeze which left as quickly as it came, making you curse the weather. However, despite the weather being too hot for your liking, you couldn’t help but feel your excitement building up. Oh you couldn’t wait to see your demons. Taking a turn, you reached an alley: perfect for you to teleport , away from prying eyes.

You chanted the spell under your breath and before you knew it, you were in hell. With your bags and the gifts with you, you made your way to the castle.

The demons around you could tell you were the master of seven, and friends with their prince and his butler, and wondered what the heck were you doing in hell. They knew better than attack you, of course, it would be ridiculous.

The ogling eyes was toned down your excitement a bit, but you managed just fine. All of a sudden, your stomach rumbled loudly. Imma eat i guess you thought. Changing direction, you went straight to a little cafe Beel mentioned before you left, saying something along the lines of the cafe being underrated. Opening the door, you were greeted by the scent of coffee. There were cookies, pasties and pastries on display. I guess Beel was right about this being underrated, it looks frickin tasty you thought, your stomach rumbling again, as if it was agreeing with you.

You went to the counter and one of the baristas came. She was a pretty demoness, to say the least. She had curly raven hair, and her skin a hue of dark blue, and hazel eyes that seemed to glow—or was that your imagination. You luckily stopped yourself from staring too much – it would’ve been embarazzing for you.

“Hello, what would you like today?” She smiled. You didn’t know what to order so you asked for the most popular or fan favourite food they’ve got to save yourself. You payed for your food, and sat down on a chair to eat.

The food was amazing, Beel wasn’t kidding when he said the food was great, and you didn’t realise that you wolfed the food. You left the cafe with a full stomach and continued your way to the castle.

Once you arrived, you couldn’t contain yourself, so you ran through the gates of the castle, and made your way inside. You opened the door to the living room that you and the prince normally have tea parties in , and exclaimed “Diavolo guess who’s back! Its me, and I’ve got some presents for…..”

You stopped talking. Because the man in front of you was not Diavolo.

He was sitting on the couch, drinking tea, before he looked up. His eyes that were molten gold, seemed to have witnessed so much of the world - you were beginning to feel overwhelmed at the amount of power those eyes held. There was a certain glint in them – one that was making you uncomfortable. His hair was a bloody shade of red, gold jewellery adorning his horns. He looked a lot like diavolo, except he wasn’t.

You connected the dots and realised that you have come face to face with the Demon King.

“Who are you and how does a mere human being know my son?” His power flooded the room, almost making your knees buckle. You could feel the wrath building up in the room – you were becoming wary.

But you needed to display some manners, of course, he was not like your sins and Diavolo, this man wanted you respect him address him accordingly.

“I am MC, Your Highness,” you answered his first question, bowing down slightly. The King’s eyes narrowed slightly : he seemed quite sceptical of you. “How do you know my son, human?” You knew this man is ancient, and probably despises the human race, and you didn’t think at all he’d take kindly to the exchange program. Did that stop you though? Absolutely not.

“Lord Diavolo is my friend, Your Highness,” you stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I know for a fact that my son doesn’t go around making friends – he has a responsibility of being the heir to the throne. So tell me the truth, human, lest you want me give you an eternal punishment,” he calmly said. You, on the other hand, wasn’t impressed at all. You were saying half truth of course – he didn’t need to know about the exchange program. But seeing that his pupils were practically non existent, and his wings were outstretched, you knew you had to come clean, unless you wanted to be stuck in the dungeons.

“I know the Prince through an exchange program uniting the three realms, Your Highness.” You could not show any fear, though you were quite close to legging it. “An exchange program,you say? Do tell me more,” his eyes widened – lips curling into an unwelcoming wide smile. You read enough to know that this man was getting ready to pounce on you, yet you complied.

“The exchange program was made to unite the three realms and to live in harmony and peace with one another, and learning about demons, angels and humans,” you replied, making sure not to look him in the eye. “Oh? And it was my son who has made this program? Well it seems that a lot has changed after all.” He seemed to be talking to himself. You were still on high alert, his wings were a sight to look at, but they were still outstretched, and that was dangerous in itself.

“It also seems my son has forgotten his place as the prince of hell. I can’t believe he’s been dilly-dallying with humans.” He sighed dramatically. “I now know that humans have made him soft, and this exchange program? Goodness me, that disgrace of a child has cast shame upon the name of the devils,” he seethed.

You completely zoned out. You could tell he was berating Diavolo even more, but you couldn’t stand there and watch while this man was running his mouth. You needed this man to know that respect goes both ways : you earn it and you give it. You did not care that this man was a whole powerful eldritch being , but although your hands were trembling, when did you have any regard for self preservation? MC, you maybe a human, but you are a force to be reckoned with.

“With all due respect Your Majesty, Lord Diavolo is your son, correct?” You smiled. “Excuse me?” The king sputtering, confused. You dropped your smile. “Answer the question,” you stated, taking a seat on the single love seat. “…Yes, he is.” The king furrowed his brows. Humans normally beg for mercy in his presence, why must this human be any different?

“Well then. Why are you calling Diavolo a disgrace?” You looked him in the eye. “In what way is Diavolo a disgrace?” You asked him – you wanted to see his thought process. “Well, he is affiliated with humans, devil forbid the day he becomes friends with an angel,” he sneered at you, trying to intimidate you. You helped yourself to a cup of tea, knowing that this man will be spewing a whole load of bullshit. “Unfortunately for you, he is.” You smirked, loving the way this sad excuse of a father had a horrified look on his face. However, before a word tumbled out of his mouth, you held up a scone to him. The demon looked quite puzzled, but he took it either way.

“Before you say anything more, Your Highness, do you like war?” You asked him, sipping on your tea. “Pardon?” His eyes were wide – he never answered a question like this before. You narrowed your eyes at him, growing impatient. “You are not hard of hearing are you? Answer the question.” You inquired. You were not having any regard to your safety at all, but you really needed to show this man his place.

The king’s face twisted into even more confusion, and there were hints of anger in his eyes. He still couldn’t get over the fact that you were asking him questions and making a fool out of himself without even trying. “No I don’t,” he replied carefully. “Then do you not realise that your son is doing a lot to prevent wars in the future, he made an exchange program to protect all his people, and to overcome differences with each other. He has done a lot more than you have, and on top of that, he had to rule hell in place of you. And what were you doing?” You spoke with power, and could tell the king was getting mad.

“What were you doing, Your Highness?” You asked again, mocking his title. “I was in the dungeons,” he replied, sitting straight, knowing that saying the truth of him sleeping would sound ridiculous. “Well,” you took a deep breath and continued,“that does not give an excuse to berate your child, who has been doing everything to rule over hell.” You sighed. With the way the king was staring at you, you knew that you may pass away today.

That didn’t stop you from telling the man off. “You were in the dungeons, sleeping the whole time while diavolo was taking care of hell, while he was improving the devildom, and the day you wake up, you start running your mouth, and disrespecting you son. I expected the king to be sophisticated man, who would praise his son’s achievements, but I guess I was wrong,” you responded.

A deep rumble was heard, and the king was baring his fangs at you. Quite frankly, you were very disappointed, but your hands were shaking. “What is your name, Your Highness?” You inquired. “That does not concern you,” he hissed in reply. “Very well, Midas, I shall take the honour of teaching you some lessons on respect today.”

The king could feel his patience thinning. How dare they make a fool out of me, he thought. They dare address me as Midas, the name of that greedy fool?! How dare they disrespect me?

You could feel the kings wrath filling the room, and his pride was crumbling. You knew that the brothers do get fed when any demon of any rank gives into their sin, and that in this particular case, a certain cat lover was going to have quite a feast. You waited for the king to calm down, which was not happening at all until you became irritated. “You are the King of Hell, the most powerful being in here, yet you are being reduced to a mess by a mere human?” You tilted your head slightly, waiting for the king to answer. But alas, he was still seething on his sofa.

The king stared at you with pure unfiltered anger, and just as you were about to speak, the king stood up to his full height. He towered over you, baring his fangs, itching to kill. “You will regret ever making me angry, human,” he spat. “I will deal with that boy later and give him and his avatars a painful punishment, but for now, human, your soul is mine to take.”

The demon did not know what to make of the disdainful look on your face - the disappointment a mother feels towards her child sometimes, and a part of the king did not like it. He reached for your neck, trying to take your soul, but the smell of burning flesh filled his nose. The demon looked at his hand : his skin burning and cracking. He frowned – a human should not be able to perform any magic, unless they are a sorcerer.

You, on the other hand, thanked Luke in your head for blessing you – that kid is going to become a fantastic angel, you were sure of it.

The king looked down on you, his hands curled in fists, for he hated how you seemed unfazed. “I’d like you to take a seat, kind sir,” you said plainly, “I’ll have to teach you a lesson on respect.” With a flick of your wrist, a massive whiteboard and some whiteboard pens appeared. The demon king looked dumbfounded - yet he quickly replaced that look with a look of anger.

You looked up and still saw the man shaking in anger. Irritated, you kissed your teeth. The idea of a full grown man, a whole demon king at that, mad and upset at you just because you were trying to teach him some respect, made you feel very smug, but, the demon was wasting your time.

“Sit. Down.” The king’s eyes darkened. A part of him wanted to listen to you, but he mostly wanted to throw you across the room. Respect, my ass, he thought. You payed no heed. If he was going to stand, then so be it. You opened your marker, and started explaining. “Respect goes both ways, you should know, of course,” you began your lecture.

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You finished your lecture after a whole two hours has passed, which shouldn’t have taken so long - it was honestly concerning. You made sure the king understood that he couldn’t put his son and avatars in the dungeons, and he reluctantly agreed. The king also managed to understand, to your surprise, that the exchange program was necessary for the future of all three worlds.

However, while you were sitting on the sofa, you couldn’t help but wonder where the hell the avatars and diavolo were. There were no servants around, and there was not a hint of life around the castle. Hell, the guards the usually stood outside the castle gates were not there. The only person who could know of their whereabouts was the king in front of you, and you had no choice but to ask him.

“Do you happen to know where Diavolo and the avatars are, Your Majesty?” You asked, eating a cookie. The demon however, stared at you with a look screaming ‘are you serious’. You met his stare with one of confusion. “Perhaps you shouldn’t have eaten too many cookies, human,” he told you. You were still very much baffled. “I do believe you have mistaken this place as Diavolo’s castle,” he explained. If you were confused before, you were now completely bamboozled. “What do you mean?” You asked. The demon king pursed his lips tightly.

“You are in the Mausoleum, human.”

Your eyes widened. “You mean I could’ve been with diavolo and the others this whole time, that I could’ve avoided this entire encounter, and that I went on ,” you exclaimed. All this time wasted on teaching a grown man respect, you thought sadly. You gathered your belongings and bid goodbye to the king, before he stopped you and asked how you knew he was asleep. You replied with smug look - he doesn’t need to know you’ve been eavesdropping on diavolo’s conversations with barbs.

With that, you made your way to the right direction to the Demon Lord’s Castle, a new little story to tell your demons once you reach your second home. Oh you couldn’t wait to see them shook – after all, not many demons, let alone humans, survive after an encounter with the King of Hell, but you, of course, were full of surprises.

We’ve all seen lucifer with his long hair. But what about mammon with curly hair ? Long curly hair. You cant tell me that his hair is naturally straight- he definitely has it permed / silk pressed

Artists please draw mammon in curly hair i need to see it

I really want to write an mc who accidentally summoned a very confused Diavolo who was about to go to sleep but i cant write for shit