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You walked into the living room to find Mammon sitting on the couch, scrolling through his D.D.D. He didn’t notice your approach, or even when you sat down beside him, too absorbed in whatever he was looking at on screen. A quick glance showed so many red lines, and his thumb furiously tapped at the screen as if that might fix it.
Seems he had another bad trade…
Money came and went so fast, impossibly fast. He lost more money in a single hour than you’d ever seen in your life, and could win ten times more in the next breath. What could you even offer to comfort when losses hit?
Looking up at him, seeing the way his eyes scanned over the screen and flicked through different apps. Already scheming. Recalculating. Figuring out how to make the next best bet.
He never stops… no matter how much he’s lost…
“You’re amazing,” you whispered, finally catching his attention.
“Ah! What? When’d you get here?” He looked at you, quick to flash that sassy grin but it didn’t have its usual fire. “You uh, you okay? Did ya need something?”
“No, I just…” you smiled up at him, “I just love you.”
His cheeks reddened and he leaned over to nudge you, “Yeah okay, whatever ya say.”
Dismissive, but not as he usually was, still distracted and stressed. His eyes were already drifting back to the screen.
Mammon…
He never stops but... you don't want him to. Stopping him felt... wrong.
But that didn't mean you couldn't do something.
You watched him start to scroll again, his knee bouncing. Lip pinched between his fingers. Eyes flicking all over the screen. Reading. Calculating.
The embodiment of Greed.
For every tap on the screen, flashes of gold flickered in deep pools of blue.
Every new trade that netted a quick gain made the corners of his mouth twitch, reviving that cocky little smirk.
It almost felt shallow, to say everything about him was beautiful. Of course he was beautiful, how could he not be? Demons were naturally charismatic and alluring, you'd seen it mentioned in all your studies. How else could Seductive Speechcraft be so easily effective?
Appealing to the heart's deepest desires... even the ones in which they didn't specialize.
Was it wrong to admire that? And yet at the same time, it made him feel so far away.
His hair was so soft and light, iridescent shimmers glittering with ever flicker of the fireplace's flame.
You just…
...had to touch...
Your fingers threaded through his hair, so smooth and soft. It smelled nice too. Woody, with a low masculine undertone. Iridescent shimmers glittered with every stroke. So soft and lush... it was so easy to become lost in it. What did he use in his hair? Was it from Asmo or another high quality brand?
It just felt... so nice...
Before you realized, you were on your knees and massaging his scalp, indulging your first demon with the gentlest of scratches. A low groan under his breath spurred you onward, and you couldn't help embracing it. Embracing him.
He settled back into the couch with his eyes closed, submitting to your affections so freely.
“That feels… nice…”
You smiled, scooting closer to hug around his neck and rest your forehead to his temple.
“I’m glad…” you murmured, reaching up to give another loving caress, your heart lifting as his sighed contentedly.
Your first demon deserved to feel like a winner, always.
"I love you, Mammon."
His warm touch at your arm would've been answer enough, but the slow stroke of his thumb and gentle rhythm of his voice readily sated your greed for more.
"I love ya too."