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Last night, just before Mammon retreated back to his room for the night, he had shown Satan his ring. The promise ring Diavolo had decided to gift him.
And to say it was beautiful was an understatement, it was gorgeous. The Devildom's navy blue Sapphires adorned the golden the golden ring. Not to mention the small golden in them like marble. It suited Mammon.
As Satan walked to R.A.D he couldn't help but want one, he wanted a ring that best suited him, complemented him, felt like him, a ring that would show just what kind of personality he had just like Mammon's did.
He wanted his ring to scream "I am loved and spoiled" just like Mammon's did. The blond must have been so deep in thought because he had not noticed his 'boyfriend' come up behind him with a secure hug around his waist.
Satan had almost fallen backwards, "Mephisto!"
The purple haired demon just smiled, "Hello, blondie. You seemed deep in thought, mind telling me the reason?"
"That.." Satan looked around and grabbed his lover's hands, "Let's just go somewhere private first."
Mephistopheles had raised a brow but ultimately followed after the blond without question.
"I.." Satan had wondered if he was really doing this, "Want a ring."
Mephistopheles blinked at him, ".. Already–?"
"No! No!" The fifth born quickly retorted, "I want a promise ring, a pretty one! With the Devildom pure green emeralds, with a silver marbeling and– and–..."
Satan stopped and turned to Mephistopheles who just raised his brows, a look thay seemed to of adoration in his eyes, an affectionate grin adoring his face.
Suddenly the blond felt so warm. So enchanted. Mephisto was too good for him, always throwing him into love whenever they saw each other.
If Satan would just ask Mephistopheles would do, or get, or buy, or steal. Whatever the fifth born wanted the pureblood would make sure happened or he got.
And it was all for him..!
He hadn't been treated like that since when he was still little, when he would still run into Mammon's room after a nightmare.
After so, so long.. He felt so loved. By Mammon, after Satan finally accepted the second born into his life again, and Mephistopheles.
"Continue." The pure blood demon said, "Tell me what ring you want."
The avatar gulped, a heat surged straight through him, he was flustered at the response.
"I.. I just want a ring that feels like me! A ring that says you know me through and through..!"
Mephistopheles smiled even more, "Hai, I'll buy you a ring that screams 'Satan Morningstar' , and if I can't find one that's ready made, I'll have it custom made. Alright?"
"..Yes."
Dear Diavolo.. Satan wanted this man as his husband.
"Oh, how romantic!" Mammon clapped his hands, smiling from ear to ear.
"Ya've got a keeper, Satan."
Satan buried his face in his book, knowing full well his blush reached his ears. They had been the first ones to arrive to the 'morningstar table' or as the other students called it.
It was noon and Satan had not been able to focus on anything at all except for what had happened that morning.
"I.. kind off want him to propose.." Mammon laughed at his younger brother's statement, " " 's always like that."
"And what is, exactly?" Stern, cold, and authoritative.
For the love of–
Everyone was giving Satan a jumpscare today, first Mephistopheles then Lucifer– Ugh Lucifer..
"It's nothing old man." Satan grumbled, Lucifer narrowed his eyes and turned to Mammon.
"Mammon."
Mammon quickly looked everywhere but Lucifer, "Beelzebub tells me that you two... Have lovers. Is that true?"
Both Mammon and Satan had both tensed up, Beelzebub? How? When–? Satan finally looked up from his book.
"Lucifer, that–" Mammon started.
"And don't lie." Lucifer had practically barked, Mammon looked at the younger. For once, Satan didn't know what to do. This was too sudden, and –though small– he had felt a sense of fear.
Would Lucifer forbid him from seeing his Mephisto Mephistopheles?
"Well? Speak." Their big brother had demanded. They both didn't say anything which made Lucifer grit his teeth.
"Mammon, show me your hands."
Satan visibly saw Mammon tense up even more, "Mammon."
Shaking, Mammon did as told. Revealing the beautiful ring that adorned his hand, "Are ya, goin' ta take it..?"
Lucifer's face had turned cold but he didn't say anything further and turned to Satan, he scanned the fifth born before catching on a hickey that decorated Satan's neck.
After moments of uncomfortable silence, Lucifer had sneered –angry and almost feral– as he then decided to walk away, mumbling things the two couldn't hear.
They turned to each other, both worried.
That couldn't be good.