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Mammon glanced over the misty fields of the human world. He had to get out of the Devildom, even if it was a short amount of time. It was where his house was, his family and friends, everyone he had met and all the things he grew accustomed to in the past couple thousand years, but it wasn’t home.
No where felt like home anymore. Not since he lost them, his human. He knew he could never forget what Belphegor did. But he was his “little” brother. He loved him so much, how could he not? But he took his best friend. The only person he felt loved him. The only person who didn’t insult him, or berate him for falling back into the temptation of his sin.
But now they were gone. And as the demon stared at the vast field full of forget me nots, he thought of the one he felt he could love forever, the one who made his greed run rampant. All he wanted to steal was their heart.
He felt a smaller hand grip his, looking down to see the small angel boy. Simeon came to stand on the other side of him, glancing at him for a moment before looking back towards the sunrise. Lucifer would be awake soon. And if Lucifer knew he was out-
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Mammon whipped his head towards the other adult. The one who was always there for him, like a true brother.
Mammon gazed into his blue eyes before dropping his head and staring at his shoes.
“Yeah. Time I fix this, ‘ya know?” He asked before looking back towards the older male, giving a small, nervous smirk.
Simeon nodded, putting out his hand as magic swirled at his finger tips. The green threads burst from his hand, creating a portal.
Luke pulled forward, still holding Mammon causing him to fall right behind. “Come on, let’s hurry up and get back!”
Simeon let out a small frown, but refrained from scolding the younger as he heard Mammon’s silent laugh.
The portal let them out just in from of the house of Lamentation, Simeon quickly closing it before following the other two into the mansion.
Mammon lead them to his room, them all walking as silently as possible with Mammon pointing out all the floorboards that creak louder.
Waking up Lucifer isn’t a good idea.
When they got to the room, Mammon instantly walked to the large closet and pulled out a suitcase. He started packing outfits, perfumes, jewelry, and other things.
Luke walked up the staircase in the room, looking around in slight awe. “You have a car in here?”
The others ignored the statement, Simeon picking up the book left on one of the couches. “Is this a contacts book?”
Mammon looked up for a second before he continued what he was doing, making sure all his cloths were folded neatly and any glass things were protected. “‘Ya. Helps me keep track of numbers since I have a hard time remembering to change people's contacts in my phone.”
Simeon nodded, putting the book down, waiting for Mammon to finish packing as Luke continued to snoop.
After a few minutes, Mammon finished and hauled the suitcase/backpack onto his shoulder.
The three then snuck out of the room, quickly but silently moving down the steps into the main hall.
They heard pots clattering in the kitchen, causing them all to stop. After a moment Mammon let out a sigh of relief. “S’ jus’ Belphie and Beel making breakfast.”
Simeon nodded, pushing Luke a little indicating he should continue walking. The youngest nodded, silently running towards the front and grabbing the door handle.
Mammon’s eyes widened, whispering a quick “No!” As the door quickly slid open, a loud screeching sound ringing throughout the house.
Instantly the noise in the kitchen stopped, and everything seemed to pause.
Beel calling out. A door opening. Steps coming from the kitchen and upstairs. A yell from Lucifer. Simeons power bursting before dying back down. Wait, Simeon’s power?
The next thing Mammon knew, he was soaring through the air of the Devildom. Simeon was holding him around his waist, keeping him up while Luke as in his other arm in a similar position. Simeon looked down at the two, eyes slightly wide as his four wings flapped with strong gusts of wind.
“Good thinking, Simeon!” Luke said, rolling out of his brothers grip. His energy rose, similar to Simeon’s, as his six, bright white wings formed and started flapping behind him.
Simeon hummed, switching his hold on Mammon below his armpits with both arms.
The rest of the flight was in silence. Mammon seemed zoned out, or maybe tired. Either way, he never made a attempt to release his wings. He allowed the eldest to continue carrying him, not even shifting to get more comfortable.
Simeon looked worried, his grip slowly tightening the closer they got to their destination. Though his wings never faltered, the strong flaps almost reaching the demons on the ground far below them.
The youngest took role of lookout. He was anxious, constantly looking around them to see if the eldest demon brother was behind them. Or maybe even below them, choosing to follow with the street to get a surprise appearance whenever he so chooses.
The flight felt like forever, though in reality it was about 5 minutes. Simeon placed the white haired one down, snapping him out of whatever he was thinking about.
The other two landed beside him, Luke quickly grabbing onto Mammon’s shirt. Mammon put his arm around him as Simeon wrapped his upper wing around them. The three walked into the large castle, Barbatos and Diavolo waiting for them in the main hall.
When the three reached the duo, there was silence for a moment. It wasn’t awkward, more of a sadness that took over the room.
Diavolo was the first the break it, though speaking silently. “Mammon.” He said, gaining the platinum blond’s attention. “Are you sure you want this? I’ll talk to them and-“
Simeon interrupted, his wing wrapping tighter around the two in a protective manner. “He’s had plenty of time to think about this, Diavolo. A millennium to be precise.”
There was another pause before Diavolo nodded, turning to Barbatos. The two took a few steps back before joining hands. Purple magic swirled around their arms as they raised them, it quickly shooting out and making a portal. It was a bright white, with swirls of gold and blue glimmering around the edges.
Mammon stepped out of the two angels grasp, holding his suitcase close to his body. “You guy’s go, I’ll be with ya’ in a sec.”
Simeon frowned slightly as Luke nodded, grabbing Simeon’s cape and pulling him towards the portal.
When the two disappeared, Mammon turned to the two demons. He pulled them into a hug, them both returning it quickly. “I’m sorry…” he whispered, letting them go after a moment.
Barbatos offered him a smile, as Diavolo laid his hand on his shoulder. “We’ll all miss you, Mammon. And you’ll always have a open room here in the castle if you wish.”
Mammon smiled, eyes watering as he nodded. “Ya’. Thanks Diavolo…”
He turned, walking towards the portal. He gripped his luggage close to him as he closed his eyes and stepped into the light.
He felt the warmth first. One he thought he would never feel again. It was like he was content all the way through.
And then he felt it start, and he allowed the transformation to continue. He let his demon form free, the warmth overtaking it. His bat-like wings grew, feathers quickly growing as he felt the leather-like skin change. He felt a pressure on his lower back and head, no doubt old wings re-forming. His horns started to feel light, like they were slowly disappearing. He felt the soft warmth on top of his head as his halo reformed, giving him a sense of security.
He paused, basking in the warmth of his re-found angelic qualities. It had been so long. Such a long, painful amount of time since he felt this. Simeon had let him be near his wings and halo, but it wasn’t the same. It would never be the same as the safety he felt with his own fragments. The parts of himself he had lost. In the fall.
He opened his eyes, a soft gold glow emitting from them like they used to. He looked around up, instantly spotting Michael and other angels. There was a silence, though none were sure what the aura was. Empathy? Regret? Hate?
“So what Simeon said was true…” the angel, Gabriel, said. She had changed. Her hair was shorter, and she had grown taller. Last time Mammon had seen her she was just a little-
Mammon was suddenly embraced. Michael’s arms and wings wrapped around him, burying his face into the shorters shoulder. Mammon was lifted off the ground to be in the hug, well that was normal considering Michael was 8 feat tall.
After a moment, the taller let him out of the embrace. Instantly others crowded him. Hugs, pats, small kisses. Affection. Something so foreign to the re-found angel.
He felt slightly overwhelmed. He had never been given so much attention in The Devildom. They were simply demons, affection wasn’t seen as normal.
The crowd dispersed, no doubt having to return to their duties. And so when Michael took his hand, raising it above his head, the cheer wasn’t nearly as loud as it could be, but still felt booming compared to anything he had heard since the war. “The Avatar of Charity has returned!”
He was home.