Work Text:
How could he lose you? Mammon had turned his back for one second, he swears on it, and without a sound you’re gone.
Panic floods into him, worry, what if you’re hurt? What if Lucifer kills him, what if someone killed you? His hearts beat hard and heavy against his skin and wings. Where are you?
Stupid human, so easy to lose. Fuck.
Mammon’s breaths come in ragged open mouthed bursts. He picks up your scent, fresh, obviously you were just here, and follows it to the source.
He’s fast. The fastest of his brothers, especially when it’s his human on the line. His fancy designer shoes be damned, he burns rubber chasing you down.
And when he finds you he stops in his tracks, horror setting in.
Three demons are holding you down, your body hogtied with rope made from Devildom trees, dark red and abrasive. He can smell your blood from where it's already rubbed your human skin raw.
His human is in danger, distantly he’s aware of his more demonic and less human form slipping through the cracks, and he can’t bring himself to shift back. Mammon insites fear in those weaker, as he should as an Avatar, but the form he shows the public, wings, horns, tits, is a bit glamorous for what he is. A beastial roar shakes the pavement around him and he can feel teeth almost too large for his mouth poke out of his maw. His wings shiver and shake and leathery claws grip the ground as his claws rake out to snatch the offenders off the ground.
He isn’t too big on cannibalism, and he had just gotten lunch with you , so he settles for crushing the demons alive.
There’s one left, one shivering apart from its kin. Coward.
Mammon can’t charge in such a narrow alley he’s confined in, but he can move his beak like maw close to the demon and spear him.
After tossing the corpse over his shoulder Mammon focuses on his human, oh his human. Logic rings in his mind that he can’t help them much in this form and he stumbles back into the demon form that you’re more antiquated with.
“Oh doll, what did they do to you?” His hands fly in a fury over you, desperately tearing through your bindings. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have looked away. You’re bleeding , human, what am I going to do with you?”
Once you can stand, Mammon keeps you in his arms, he can’t let you go right now, he can’t. Fuck, you disappeared so quickly, and he almost lost you for good….
Neither of you mention his tears staining your shirt, not yours his.