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// Authors Notes: Hello there, people, I just recently got into the game 'Obey Me: shall we date?' and I think it is turning out great so far. I am surprised that a mobile game has so many fanfictions, actually. However, I am not discouraged about it. For this story, there are going to be quite a few obvious changes made. This includes adding my own lore, an AU like setting, and adding characters that are NOT MC. I hope to write this well, because it is my first time writing for this fandom. There will be no deflowering in this fanfiction though, because that is not the purpose of the story. //
>> My MC's Name is Zibijil Ptelemieu. They often get called 'they' in the story, but their birth gender is female. If they end up being called 'she' it will most likely be on accident.
>> In the game, I heard that you don't meet Belphegor for a while. This story takes place in a sort of AU where only Mammon is under the binds of the Contract. Nobody else. Belphegor was also already released from his confinement before MC made it to the Devildom in this world as well.
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Mammon wandered around in the land of the Devildom. His eyes scanned the streets, spotting demon upon demon as he carefully walks down a path. Demons of all kinds tread together, crowding small areas where rare items were sold. Must have been demons that shared a lot in common with him, he was guessing. Demons that thrived off of greed.
As the avatar of greed, he himself was worse at controlling his impulses when he was a lot younger. Most demons are. Even so, there are just those demons that never get used to controlling themselves. Mammon was pretty bad at it too, if he was feeling particularly greedy.
The white haired demon lets out a sigh of frustration as he scratched at his noggin with his white-painted fingernails.
Of course, another day was just another day. He goes into the room in the morning, getting some breakfast before his brothers show up. (Save for Beel, because he is always in the kitchen first.) After getting some food and sitting down in his common chair, he starts to eat ill-timed peace.
Zibijil walks into the kitchen soon after, reading a book of some sorts. The book appeared to be old, if not ancient. However, there was no cover on it, nor was there cover text, or anything else. The object appeared to be practically blank.
Following Zibijil, Asmodeus and Satan both walk into the room, talking to each other lightly. They were looking at a couple papers with scribbled handwriting on them. Mammon stayed silent, not knowing what he would be able to say to the other two that had entered the room with the human.
However, he did get along with Zibijil, so he waved his hand to try and get their attention. Zibijil took notice of the moving limb, and promptly closed the book before walking over to him. They sit down in a chair right next to the demon, and wait for him to start saying something before even bothering to attempt speaking.
"Hi human." Mammon noted to them in half-contemplated greeting. Zibijil did not really take offense to being called 'human'. After all, that is what they were. Seeing as they were thrown into the House of Lamentation with the brothers, they didn't really have too many things to complain about without sounding like a prick about it.
Mammon found himself a little bit uncomfortable around Zibijil as of late, though. They were usually quiet, reserved, and mostly friendly unless someone went through to intentionally instigate something with them. Zibijil had been shoving their face into books, and leaving the house when no one else noticed. Heck, they had even gotten into a couple fights with demons when wandering around on their own. As a human... they should not have won the fight.
Those demons were not the small-time ones that randomly show up and disappear just as fost. They were powerful enough to be taken note of, even if they were a not more notable entity such as the brothers, students, and Diavolo. It did not make too much sense to him, and he was shocked that Lucifer, or even his other brothers had not found out about it yet.
He was not going to tell them himself. After all, he was supposed to be responsible for Zibijil, and would have complained, but got up anyways, if they asked him to wake up for them to go and take a 'stroll'. Heck, knowing them, they would have used that stupid contract to make him do it anyways.
It was just so confusing. Abnormal? Odd? Estranged? What was so hard for him to understand about it?
He knew well that the human had guts in 'em, otherwise they likely would have been dead already. Especially after several unpleasant encounters in school. No, it was definitely something else. There was something odd going on, and he just could not place his finger on it. His brothers didn't seem too off-set by Zibijil either.
It was clear that Zibijil was acting odd. At least, it was to him. Even Lucifer didn't seem to take any notice, or anything. Perhaps it was just him 'reserving it for the right moment to FINALLY say something.'
At that thought alone, Mammon was instantly annoyed all over again.
He grit his teeth in growing annoyance before sighed. He might as well avoid what his brothers deemed to be a 'tantrum' while he was at the table. He would most likely end up breaking these expensive plates that Lucifer prided. Especially those stupid tea cups and coffee cups.
"Why does this have to be so annoying..." It was more of a rhetorical statement, more than a question. The white-haired male only grunted in growing unease. He kept looking over at the book that Zibijil was reading.
He knew he was not that smart, or keen. His brothers always continued to stress those points to him. They liked to rub it in his face, especially when he had just done something stupid. Of course, he somewhat knew that he deserved to be called out on something he did wrong. It was the way most people actually learned right from wrong.
The way they had done it, though, always made him feel cornered and insignificant. He still deserved harsh treatment. They were always right when they referred to him as a scumbag. Among all of those other names that they loved to give him.
He always thought of being a scumbag differently, though. If he were truly a scumbag, wouldn't he be even WORSE? Maybe he was just trying to make himself feel better about himself. Sometimes he felt like he was the only one he ever had for comfort. He can't rely on anyone else.
Maybe occasionally he could rely on Beelzebub. Out of all of the brothers, Beelzebub was the closest thing to a nice 'person/demon' as they got. He hardly made fun of Mammon, either because he genuinely did not want to, or because he was stuffing his gob with food. Not being made fun of or belittled for the way he acted was a plus though, either way.
"You look tense over there, Mammon." Great, the airy, teasing voice of his younger brother, Asmodeus. Just what he needed.
Leaning back in the chair, Mammon ignored the other, pulling out his phone in an attempt to better distract himself from their presence and his growing apprehension of that stupid book that Zibijil was carrying with them.
"Aww, come on, don't you love me, Mammo? I was just teasing you a little bit is all. What's got your wings in a bunch anyways?" The more flamboyant brother walks over to Mammon, not bothering to touch him, of course. Asmodeus did have standards, after all. "What's the problem, tell little brother all about it~"
Great, now he was cruisin' for a bruisin'. Mammon felt a throb in his head from the oncoming annoyance most likely a lecture that he was gonna receive later if Lucifer decided to get involved for this one.
Mammon often wondered why he tolerated all of this most of the time. He tried to leave, and just never turn back years and years ago. However, he failed. He could not bring himself to just leave without them knowing. Maybe it was because part of him wanted them to stop him. Maybe it was because he really did not want to leave. Maybe he was trying to scare himself again?
One could only ponder.
"Asmo, I suggest you back up before you get yourself smacked upside that head of yours." Mammon growled out impatiently. He slouches his head back in the chair before just trying to relax. He still had a while before they needed to even start worrying about getting to the school. For once, he was wishing that it would go faster...
Satan watched from the side of the room with borderline interest, though he was mainly more mentally involved with the book he had in his hand.
Zibijil took a moment to look from their book, and they inspected the drama that had just started over at the table. Quirking a brow, they didn't move to do anything. A visible frown was on their face though, implying they were either annoyed or angry. One of the two. No one would have noticed though, seeing as most of their face was still behind the book from a far-away perspective.
"Mammon is cranky today!~" Asmo continued, knowing well that he was pressing the older demon brothers buttons. However, that was all he intended on doing. There was nothing to really make fun of Mammon for that he had done recently. Mammon had not really been going out and gambling, which was already a shocker. He had not really had any fights or arguments with those other people at school, or with anyone at 'home'.
Asmo and Satan tended to tease Mammon everyday, though it was usually light-hearted, one might say. Beel would not communicate with Mammon too regularly, but he was not bad to hang around with. Lucifer was too busy with Diavolo to do anything with the rest of the brothers unless it was to 'put-them-back-in-line' or something like that.
Belphie was always asleep, so interactions with him were already sparse to none. Levi spent almost all of his time in his room, so there were sparse interactions with him either. Not that Mammon would complain about that. He and Levi would never communicate well because of what Mammon had done in the past. To make it worse, he was FORCED to right his wrong, mostly against his own will. So that left room for intense insincerity.
In the end, even if he denied it, he admits that he does not regret giving Levi back his money. His greedy side still stung, of course, but that was not the important part about it.
Even after more moderately 'joke-worthy, and one-sided' banter, Mammon had not said anything to his flamboyant, lusty brother.
Asmo pouts, before retracting himself from behind the other. "Buzzkill. What's got your tail in a twist?" The demon avatar of lust backs up from the others chair before pursing his lips a little bit in the white-haired boys direction.
Mammon didn't respond other than a curt "None of your business, now is it?" The words were cold. Colder than Mammon expected them to be, he didn't even know where all of this obvious anger had come from. It was strange. He was just so upset, and nothing even happened. Not yet.
Zibijil remained silent int he corner, seemingly contemplating SOMETHING. As to what, no one had a clue. Their eyes were narrowed, as if they were on a defensive about something. They were irked, Mammon could feel that they were upset. That only made him apprehensive.
"Settle down, Asmo. You know that Mammo likes to hold grudges. He is probably just mad about what happened last week! It was his fault, after all. He just doesn't want to admit it, of course." Satan chimed in from his chair, where he sites there reading. His posture, though, depicted boredom. "Not like he ever does. He can't seem to get it through his head just how much he screws stuff up, sometimes."
Mammon grips the table. His nails grow out a bit, implying that his more demonic nature was starting to wake up from the negativity without being called upon by himself consciously.
"You both already knew I was hearin' what you were sayin'. Stop being cowards and say this to my face and not from the comfort of your dorky little chair over there, Satan." Mammon grumbled out, standing up from the table with a harsh push of the chair.
At that tone from the older brother, the blonde was easily annoyed.
"I would, but I wouldn't want to waste my time, now would I? You don't seem to retain any knowledge, now do you?" The voice was condescending, and cold.
Mammon's anger spiked, and then something odd happened. He heard Zibijil whisper something under their breath, but he didn't catch what it was. Within a mere 2 seconds of whatever Zibijil had said, Mammon had almost teleport right in front of Satan, instantly hoisting the other up by his neck.
Mammon mentally blacked out, unable to recall anything that was happening.
The only thing he remembered seeing was Satan's shocked expression, before it turns into a dark, and dangerous glare.
What was he even doing?
// To Be Continued //