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Satan's face darkened as the aura of his wrath seeped pass him. Lucifer, who was having wine in the dark room of his, silently listening to music. The angry stomps of Satan cracked the floor, alarming the whole house. Beelzebub, Asmodeus and Leviathan ran out of their rooms, seeing the cracked hallway floor leading to Lucifer's.
"Satan!" Asmodeus called out after his older brother, not even a turn head from Satan.
"What's wrong with him?" Leviathan rubbed his shoulder, Beelzebub walking after Satan.
Beelzebub grabbed Satan's shoulder, only for it to get slapped away. "Ow!" "What's wrong with you?!" Belphegor, who just got up, yelled at Satan.
Satan lifted his foot, kicking Lucifer's door open. "Lucifer." His cold, strained angry voice alarmed Leviathan.
Leviathan ran and protected both Beelzebub and Belphegor, hostile towards Satan. "Stay... Satan isn't in a good mood." Belphegor rolled his eyes. "No shit."
Lucifer placed his cup down, looking up at Satan. "Knocking isn't that hard, Satan." Two loud bangs cracked the wall.
"Happy?" Satan asked, stomping forward. "What happened to you Satan?" Asmodeus worriedly walked over to Satan but not too close.
"I've been reading this for three days and this pissed me the fuck off." Satan slammed the "Twisted-Wonderland" book down unto Lucifer's table.
"And?" Lucifer grabbed the book, opening it from the back but blank pages met him. Not until he reached the first front 20 pages. His eyes narrowed to the first line.
"Mammom opened his eyes?" Lucifer glanced at Satan, who's aura darkened even more.
"This book is hexed and I was going to study it... But Mammon was planning to steal it..." Satan clenched his fists tightly. "It's been three days but..."
Lucifer raised his brow. "But what?" "This family is fucked up! YOU'RE FUCKED UP!" Lucifer remained calm. "And?"
Satan's eyes widened, his teeth clenched. "Mammon is falling in love with that Man! And if he does- Mammon will- Mammon will never be able to come out!"
Lucifer's eyes widened. He slowly shut his eyes, clenching the book tight. "Call Solomon, now."
Mammon was walking back to the Ramshackle dorm, along with Crowley. "The sweets in the Rose Kingdom were tasty! Barbatos bakes well but that was somethin'." Mammon smiled.
Crowley had his mask hanging on his belt, while he held a box of chocolates in his arms. "It's 2 in the morning, I guess we spent too much time trying to catch diabetes."
Mammom chuckled, leaning close to Crowley. "At least it was for free. Thanks Mon Corbeau."
Crowley smiled, kissing Mammon's head. "Anything for you, Mon Cher."
Mammon blushed, scurrying away. "It's not like I was happy 'bout it...-" He clenched his teeth, walking faster. "Yer a cheater!"
Crowley smiled softly at Mammon, his brows furrowed. "Mon Cher, there's nothing to be worried about." He brushed his hair up. "It was a date I insisted and it took good 20 punches for you to say yes."
"Students were watchin'!" Mammon turned, glaring as his face was flushed more than roses.
Crowley bit his lip. "With that look on your face, it makes me want to see you in Fifty Shades." Mammon over heated as stutters left his mouth.
For the past, I don't know, month. Mammon has been studying in Night Raven College peacefully... Which actually means he's living in hell. Well, hell, as in the hell Michael would tell him as a child. And that Hell is Crowley.
During classes, Crowley would be watching him from the roof and Mammom could hear his heartbeat from that area. He would awkwardly turn to the window and he would see Crowley holding up a banner saying, "Will you go on a date with me?". Eventually, Mammon asked Divus for help. He and Mammom developed a sassy aunt friendship trope after the... Ehem. Divus came and lassoed Crowley by the neck, pulling the bird down.
Next is eventual class visits that became a frequent thing. Crowley would sit at the back throwing paper towards Mammon's head. Then, Mammon would open the papers, it said "Will you go on a date with me?". Mammon would crumple the papers and would try to focus, by focus meaning, counting the Thaumarks he pick pocketed from Crowley.
Then came his public humiliation. Crowley would walk close to Mammon, wrapping his arm around his waist and asking the same question of "Will you go on a date with me?". Mammon would darken and punch Crowley in the face before running away blushing. Students would be looking at them and would whisper amongst themselves about Mamon and Crowley's relationship. Mammon would run to Mozus Trein, who would allow Mammon to use his cat as comfort. In the end, Trein would give Crowley "The Look".
Mammon would wake up to breakfast, then letters, which lead to him being indepted to Crowley, making him vulnerable towards him, leading him to say yes. He was used to waking up to counting money but right now, he was looking forward to a warm meal and a feather. He still had the feather displayed on his ear and he ended up asking Crowley to just dye his hair with black streaks, the Crow giving in and doing so. Well, Mammon did try and flirt back, but things changed. He was... Developing? Only seeming to lower his ego when he's with Crowley. It was like he was on drugs...
Mammon stopped by the door, waiting for Crowley. By this time, Grim would be fast asleep after eating half of the tuna stash. Crowley stepped on the steps, still taller than the demon who was looking up at him. The moon shined on them, casting shadows and only their eyes gleamed bright. But Mammon could see Crowley perfectly, his smile.
"I'll treat ya next time. I don't wanna be out done by My Human." Mammom hit Crowley on the shoulder.
"I'll be looking forward." Crowley tucked Mammon's hair behind his ear. "It was a lovely day."
"I actually... Took pictures too." Mammon blushed. "Of ya..."
Crowley's lips quivered into a smile, causing him to hug Mammon. "Where's my greedy demon? Give him back."
Mammon rolled his eyes, hugging Crowley back. "'m that Greedy scumbag for ya, Mon Corbeau."
Crowley frowned. "I though I told you to stop calling yourself that."
"It just feels right." Mammon pulled back, caressing Crowley's cheek. "Stop frowning, ya baby."
Crowley took Mammon's hand, kissing his palm. "I want the best for you."
Mammon glared. "It's not like I like ya or anythin'!" This caused Crowley to smirk. "It's not like I like you either."
Mammon's heart ached. Why did that hurt him? Why... Why did that hurt?
"Oh..." Mammom pulled his hand back, stepping away from Crowley. "I'll get goin', Goodnight Crow."
"Mon Cher?" Mammon took the chocolate, rushing into the dorm and closing the door behind him.
"Mon Cher?!" Crowley knocked, but no response came back.
Mammon sat down, wiping his face. He wanted to cry but tears didn't fall down. He scoffed, rubbing his eyes. There they were, tears.
"Hah..." He wiped his face. "This... Have I fallen?" Mammon chuckled dryly... "Figure it out..."
Mammon stood up, stuffing his mouth with chocolate as more tears fell down his eyes. "Wish ya were gay..." He sobbed, cradling himself whilst eating more chocolate.
"Why'd ya have to make me hope that way?" He chewed. "Save me 'till the party's over huh?" Mammon cradled himself, falling to the floor.
"I wanted to beg ya to stay over... But this is a fuckin' roller coaster. I know we're not just hanging out, ya fuckin' two faced himbo...!"
Mammon continued to finish the box, nearly even eating the box out of frustration. Slowly, he did drift to sleep. He found himself staring at a mirror as images started playing in his head.
Mammon groaned. "By the way, where am I? I could have sworn I was asleep in the room..."
He sat up, hearing knocks from downstairs. "I feel like I was having the strangest dream… Did the chocolates have drugs in them?"
He stood up, rubbing his tear stained eyes. "Is someone knocking at the door?"
Grim tugged on Mammon's pants, eyes still closed. "Myaaah... Hey Mammon-sama..."
Mammon exhaled, picking Grim up. "I know it's the middle of the night, but I think we've got a visitor." He started walking out.
Grim tossed and turned in Mammon's arms. "Maybe it's those pesky ghosts again? They just don't know when to quit."
Mammon yanwed, walking down the stairs. "Yeah, maybe."
"Who would be here at this hour?" Mammon looked through the dusty peephole. "Who is it?"
A certain orange hair fogged the peephole. "It's me, Ace! Just let me in, all right?"
Mammon's eyes widened. "Ace?"
He opened the door, surprise tainting his face. Grim opened his eyes, glaring. "It's the middle of the night! B-bwah! That collar!"
Ace grabbed Mammon's shoulders, pulling him close. "I can't go back to Heartslabyul House. I'm joining your dorm. For good."
"What happened?!"
Solomon chuckled. "Looks like your Mammon is having fun with Crowley. Oh, I met him once, he's a two-faced asshole. Things will go well with him and Mammon, I swear."
Lucifer stabbed the knife on the table. "Get. Him. Out."
Solomon placed the book down, smirking at them. "I'm sorry, I can't. I had to finish the book story that was destined for me. Mammon has to finish this. Oh, and if you tear the pages, he can die or get trapped in there."
Satan's smile was strained as he took the book. "This son of a bitch."