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This thing
It's free to use, idk
This thing
It's free to use, idk
This thing
It's free to use, idk
This thing
It's free to use, idk
Asmo version someone requested!
Asmo version someone requested!
Asmo version someone requested!
Doodled them, this was way funnier in my head LMFAO
Obey Me as Bugs Headcanons
Day 3?? of drawing barbatos until he admits his undying love for me in the main story
(◡ ω ◡) Belphie wants to nap together 💤 Will you join?
You can get this as a print in my art print shop in my bio! (*´ω｀*)
For the great Mammon nothing is impossible
HAPPY INCREDIBLY LATE VALENTINES!! 💛💛💛
☽ chapter six | wc: 3k | series m.list ☾
You stare at Mammon for a long moment, resisting the inappropriate urge to laugh. “Um, maybe, yeah,” you say, the words sharp, and he comes further into the room, shutting the door behind him.
“Okay, before I start on my explanation,” Mammon says, forcing some humor into his tone, “on a scale of one to ten, how pissed are you?”
You roll your eyes, and the tension eases somewhat. You aren’t going to fly off the handle or anything, something he seems to realize, as his shoulders relax. “I’m more…confused,” you say, having to search for the right word. “I don’t understand why you decided to hide this from me. I had to get an explanation from Solomon. Solomon!”
“I am sorry,” he says placatingly, remorsefully. “I never thought things would turn out like this. Look, I’m going to start from the beginning, okay?”
You make a gesture for him to go ahead and he does.
“When I was first summoned,” he says, sitting down on the bed, “I was confused outta my mind. You gotta understand- I had just done a huge-ass research paper on binding spells, and there I was, bound to someone I’d never met before. Someone, who, to my surprise, didn’t even mean to do it! Until I learned Solomon was behind it, I was scared as hell!”
Despite yourself, you smile.
“And you were so scared. I thought for sure you were gonna pass out right there in your own house! How could I explain the depth of the situation to someone who was gonna have an apoplexy if I tried to? So I settled on a half-explanation, planning to tell you the full story later. But as you can imagine,” he continues ruefully, “something like that isn’t an easy thing to explain, especially when I’d played dumb beforehand. So I kept choking, and then too much time had passed and I was really stuck!”
“But you knew I was going to find out the truth about the spell eventually,” you cut in, and he nods.
“Yeah, but I thought to make it like I hadn’t known either. But Solomon,” he says bitterly, “ruined that. Please don’t think for a second that I liked lyin’ to you, or that I thought it was the right thing to do. My brothers are right when they call me a coward.”
You want to slap that self-deprecating smile right off his face, but now is not the time for that. “Okay, I understand where you’re coming from,” you say slowly. “Not that I agree with you, but I understand. But here’s something I don’t understand. If you were so concerned about the bond, why didn’t you just-” you pause, finding the quote from the text “-‘sincerely wish it to be broken, with all of your heart and mind’?”
Mammon winces a little, seeming reluctant to speak, and you roll your eyes.
“Look,” you say firmly, “I know you’re a demon, and I know you, Mammon. I’m under no illusions about your nature. Just tell me the truth.”
“Alright, alright,” Mammon agrees. “It was selfish of me, but I was usin’ you. If you can remember, I hadn’t been in the human realm in some time, trapped firmly under Lucifer’s thumb. You were the mean to an end, with the end being my freedom, short-lived as it may be. I was just gonna use you for as long as I could, but Diavolo’s letter threw a wrench in my plans. Plus,” he adds, “you kinda grew on me, Sweetcheeks. At first, I only wanted to use ya for that, but as time went on, I began to understand why we bonded in the first place. You’re funny, and kind, and talented as hell. I really like you. You’re a cool-ass person, you know?”
“I do know,” you say, and he cracks a smile, one that dims quickly.
“I’d understand if you want to break the bindin’,” Mammon says quietly. “After all, I lied to you and used you. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to forgive me.”
“Now, when did I ever say that?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips, and he blinks, taken aback by your sudden fierceness.
“What?”
“When did I ever say I wanted to break our binding?” you repeat. “As much as I hate to admit it, you’ve grown on me too. Almost like a fungus.” He opens his mouth but you push on. “So you did some dumb stuff. But so did I! I put my trust in Solomon and messed around with magic I wasn’t prepared for, trapping you with me. As far as I can tell, we’re equally at fault.”
“Those are nowhere near comparable-” Mammon stars, but you cut him off.
“Just stop arguing with me. We both know I’m gonna win.”
Mammon gulps. “Okay.”
“Good,” you say, “now that that’s done, I can do this.” You light the report on fire, relishing the way it crumbles. Brushing your hands free of ash, you shake your head. “Fucking Solomon, trying to start drama. Good thing we’re a cut above his league.”
Mammon doesn’t reply, so you look over at him. “What?”
“Are we just going to ignore that I basically confessed to you?” he asks, and you shrug.
“I don’t know, are we?”
“No!” Mammon makes a visible effort to calm his tone. “I mean, I don’t want to. I like you, MC. I like you a lot.”
“I like you a lot too,” you reply glibly, and he frowns.
“No, I mean-”
“I know what you mean,” you say gently, walking over to him. “And I feel the same way. But personally, I don’t really want to have this conversation in this, honestly, kind of ugly room with your family down the hall. I think it can wait for a few days until we get back to my house. If that’s alright with you, I guess,” you add graciously.
“Yeah, yeah that works,” Mammon says, the tips of his ears red. You hold out a hand to help him up, one he takes and doesn’t let go of for a long moment. You let him do as he pleases, also thankful for his touch. Though you’d tried your best to act sure of yourself and confident, you were just about as nervous during the conversion as Mammon had been. Plus, you hadn’t only stopped his full confession because of the reasons you’d said- you weren’t ready for him to say it! The affection growing between you had been something you’ve tried to ignore, so you need a little bit to come to terms with it before he actually acts!
“So, what now?” you ask, taking a calming breath and showing all of your thoughts into a little box in your mind, locking it tight, and Mammon looks to the door.
“Well, I know my brothers want to spend more time with you,” he says. “I spent all morning talkin’ you up and now they're more curious than ever.”
“It’s funny,” you muse, placing your hand over the pact mark laying under your shirt, “before we talked I was so nervous but now that I know the truth about the binding and that we’re not necessarily faking a relationship, I’m more at ease. So bring them on!”
“You’re such a weirdo,” Mammon says, but his tone is fond. You stick your tongue out at him, making your way to the door. Pulling it open with gusto, you make your way out into the hall, almost running smack-dab into someone.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say, realizing it’s Lucifer. “I didn’t see you.”
“I gathered that,” Lucifer says dryly, but he doesn’t seem quite as cold as he had been yesterday. “Are you free? My brothers and I would all like a chance to get to know you better.”
“I was just coming to find you all,” you say. “Lead the way! I’d love to get to know you guys better too.”
Behind you, you think you hear Mammon swallow a laugh, but you ignore him, smiling up at Lucifer.
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To your surprise, everyone, including Belphegor, is much more welcoming today. It seems like Mammon really has convinced them that you’re not trying to take advantage of him or whatever, and for that, you’re grateful. You pass the time swapping stories (mostly about Mammon), and by the time dinner rolls around, you’re pretty confident you’ve left a good impression on them all.
It helps that Simeon is there, smoothing the road by asking you insightful questions, and though you don’t know the angel well at all, you’re immeasurably grateful for his presence.
Like the night before, you and Mammon sit next to one another at the table. Solomon quirks a brow at your closeness but doesn’t say anything and the best you can muster up for him is a strained smile that just barely conceals your irritation with the sorcerer.
Diavolo seems to pick up on your new camaraderie with the rest of the brothers, smiling at you proudly when no one’s looking and making sure to keep the conversation flowing. His pride shouldn’t affect you in the slightest and yet you feel warmer receiving the smile, like you’ve just done something right. It’s weird, but you can understand why he makes such a good ruler of the devildom.
“So, when are you planning to head back up to the human realm?” Satan asks, and you shrug.
“It all depends on Diavolo, doesn’t it? I planned to be down here for a week at most, which is fine, but any longer isn’t possible because of my shop.”
Diavolo waves a hand. “Stay as long as you’d like! My castle is your castle, or however it goes. Of course, if you’d like to head back sooner, that’s totally fine with me too.”
You don’t miss the look he gives Lucifer, who gives the tiniest nod in return. You guess Mammon had been right when he said Lucifer pulls a few of Diavolo’s strings, especially concerning his brothers. Though you haven’t had time to get to know the eldest in a one-on-one setting, you can see his care for his family, even if he struggles to express it. That doesn’t mean you’re excusing his controlling tendencies, or saying the way Mammon’s been treated is okay at all, but you’re thankful that he at least seems to be coming from a good-ish place.
The brothers’ lives have not been easy, that much you’re aware of, and you can’t imagine how Mammon and Lucifer have managed, being the two oldest and all. The burden upon their shoulders is something the younger boys will never understand, and you’re not even sure that Mammon understands the one that Lucifer carries.
It’s a complication situation, but most families are, and with them you can rest easy knowing there is genuine affection and care.
“I have an idea,” Diavolo says excitedly, drawing you from your thoughts. His attention is focused on you, and you’re not sure if that’s a good sign or not. “How about MC gives us a magic show after dinner?”
“I,” Solomon volunteers, “for one, would love that. I’ve been interested to see how my little apprentice’s skills have improved. Perhaps we can duel?”
“That could be fun,” you say wickedly, and Mammon stifles a cold laugh. You don’t think Solomon’s grasped the sheer amount of power you now have, and this will bea good way for you and Mammon to get back at him. “We’ll need a big and preferably non-breakable space for it though.”
“That’s easy enough,” Diavolo says, seemingly delighted by the prospect.
“Let’s place bets!” Mammon crows. “I’m votin’ for MC!”
“How fun. I’ll vote for MC as well,” Diavolo says.
“No offence, MC, but my bets are on Solomon,” Asmodeus coos. “Have you all forgotten I’ve got a pact with him? I wouldn’t make one with any old sorcerer.”
“I’m with Asmo,” Satan agrees. “Despite the innate talent MC may have, Solomon is a king with centuries of experience under his belt.”
“Gosh, this is just like this anime I’ve been watching!” Leviathan says, and Mammon makes a low groan from beside you. “In Naive Human fights Experianced Sorcerer and Against All Odds Ends Up Winning, the Naive Human wins so I guess I’ll go with MC!”
“Well, Beel and I are for Solomon,” Belphegor says, crossing his arms. Beside him, Beelzebub doesn’t even look up, applying himself to his food with vengeance.
“I hope MC wins!” Luke pipes up, surprising you. You had thought he’d vote for Solomon, since they lived together and all, but you guess you were wrong.
“As do I,” Simeon says, a smile playing at the edges of his lips. “Should there be a punishment for the loser?”
Solomon smirks. “There should be. Loser owes the winner one favor. One favor that we swear on.”
“A favor?” Leviathan questions. “That’s kind of boring!”
“No,” you speak up, “it’s really not. What Solomon is proposing is the right to have complete autonomy of the other. If he were to win, he’d be able to ask me to do anything. Anything. I since I swore on it, I wouldn’t be able to say no.”
“That seems a little serious for a playful duel,” Mammon tries, but you give him a look.
“No, I’ll agree to it. After all, if I win, Solomon had to uphold those same rules. So,” you say, holding your hand out to Solomon, “let’s swear on it.”
You complete the oath while everyone watches on with interest. You can feel the promise settling over you, his incantion weighing heavily, and know you have to win. Not only so you don’t have to be beholden to Solomon, but also so that you prove you can do this and not let everyone who’s put their faith in you down.
And it would be nice to put Solomon in his place. He’s really getting on your nerves.
Diavolo and Barbatos teleport you to the makeshift arena, and after a few ground rules, like ‘no maiming’ are laid out, you and Solomon take your places. He looks comfortable and confident, but before you can begin to overthink it, Mammon claps you on the shoulder.
“You’ve got this,” he says, determination blazing in his eyes. “After all, you’ve got The Great Mammon backin’ you up.”
You laugh. “Oh, well, in that case, how could I not win?”
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” he says mock seriously, and you can’t reisst the urge to tug him to you, giving him a quick kiss before he has time to register what’s going on. He sputters, going red right before your eyes, and you, with a new confidence, lean into his ear.
“Help me win and you’ll get a real kiss,” you say, and he regains his cool with record speed.
“What happened to waiting?”
You shrug impishly. “I got impatient.”
His eyes soften; you think he’s never been so attractive. It helps that he’s finally shifted into his demon form and all of those delicious abs are once more on display. “I’m going to hold you to that,” he says seriously. “So you better be ready to win.”
“Are you going to keep making out or are we going to do this any time soon?” Solomon calls boredly, and you huff out an irritated breath. Mammon gives you one last, wolfish smile, then goes to the side, standing with the rest of the audience.
The duel starts and its apparent that Solomon’s only toying with you. You put a quick stop to that quickly by sending a volley of spells his way, most of them your own creation. It’s harder for him to block something he’s never dealth with before, and it shows in his sloppy spellwork.
It feels amazing to finally use your magic - Mammon’s magic - to its full potential. The hexes you’re sending are stronger than anything you’ve ever done before but it feels like it’s taking no effort. Mammon doesn’t look affected at all, thankfully, so you continue on, using his power at will.
The duel is laughably short, and you utterly trounce him. To the point where he’s visibly sweating and straining, and you’re still relaxed.
“Fine,” he spits, an inhumane gleam in his eyes, “I give. MC wins!”
“Ha!” you say victoriously, dropping all of your spells. In a show of good sportsmanship, you help him up, making sure he’s alright.
“MVC, that was amazing!” he says, not at all put out that you’ve won. “As I said this morning, you have the makings of a great sorcerer!”
“Solomon,” you interrupt tiredly, “as I said this morning, I have no interest in that. In fact, I think I’m going to use my favor now.”
Everyone gasps, and you just smile.
“Go ahead,” Solomon allows. “I’m interested to se what you’ve come up with.”
“That favor I need from you,” you begin grandly, “is to just please, for the love of god, leave me alone for a little while.”
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Mammon corners you when you get back to your room, poucning immediately.
“I believe I have a kiss to cash in,” he says, looking down his nose at you.
“I believe you do,” you agree, excitement thrumming under your skin. “So come here and cash it in.”
His skin is hot under your hands, and his breath is hot on your face. When his lips meet yours, you sigh into him, melting immediately.
“Damn,” Mammon says, pulling back slightly. “I guess we really are soulmates, because Sweetcheeks, your lips were fucking made for me.”
“Shut up!” you laugh, pushing him away. “That’s corny as hell.”
He catches your hand, expression warm, and you want to go back to your house, like ASAP.
“Good job on winning the duel,” he says.
“I only won thanks to you,” you say, and he shakes his head.
“No way! That was all skill. I only provided the energy.”
“Yeah, but without the energy, I wouldn’t have been able to do jack shit,” you point out, and he sighs.
“Fine. We’re both awesome ass people who put Solomon in his place. Happy?”
“Very. But I have once question for you,” you say, finally giving voice to a thought that’s plagued you since you met him. “Can I touch your abs?”
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Since Mammon's drawing got a lot of support, why not give you one of Levi's too?