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Satan climbed through his window, being careful not to make any noise what so ever as he entered back his room.
His movements looked practiced, he's most definitely done this time and time again.
"Heyo~"
Satan yelps, almost falling back as he sees Mammon, his older brother's legs crossed with a knowing expression and smile.
Mammon's smile widens even more to see little hickeys decorating his neck, being revealed by messily put on clothes.
"Don't tell Lucifer!" Satan shouts, a small desperation could be heard in his tone.
He'd worked too hard to keep this a secret, damn it!
Mammon holds his hands up as if in surrender, before putting them back down chuckling.
"Don' worry, I wasn' plannin' to." Mammon shrugged, "Nothin's in it for me."
Satan nods, there was a silence after that before Mammon breaks it, "So.. Mephistopheles, huh?"
Satan freezes.
Crap. How did Mammon, of all the demons, know and figure it out? Satan could understand if it were Asmodeus, that brother loved drama and secrets like these, but Mammon?
The same demon that had the reputation of being as dense as a rock with a low IQ and a really high EQ?
"How did you–?!"
"I'm dumb, I'm dense. But I ain't oblivious when it comes to my brothers." Mammon cut him off, in a tone almost like Lucifer's, just.. Kinder?
It was true, Mammon could admit that, he didn't have Lucifer's pride so of course he could admit that he was dumb.
But he was also a big brother.
Although Lucifer carried most of the burden, Mammon carried Lucifer's weight as well.
He had to be observant, he had to know if his little baby brothers were safe, Mammon would even sometimes send out one of his crows to fully know where one of his brothers were.
"Anyways–" Mammon changes the subject, "Why'd ya choose Mephisto?"
Mammon raised his brow, legs still crossed, resting his head in his hand. Well, Satan now knows where Asmodeus gets his habit of sitting legs crossed.
"Why not like, one of the Avarice boys? Lucifer hates their guts."
"But Lucifer despises Mephistos'."
..Yeah. That checks out.
Mephistopheles had single handedly humiliated Lucifer with those little key chains, to sum it up the guy basically punched Lucifer's pride in the gut and then proceeded to hit it with an axe.
So while yes, Lucifer didn't like the Avarice triplets because they were– quoted by Lucifer himself– "unworthy of any of my little brothers time, let alone mine." all because they accidentally broke Goldie which then proceeded to make Mammon cry.
To Lucifer, Mephistopheles was worse because..
Pride over family, I guess???
..Oh, that so like Lucifer.
Mammon thought to himself as silence was brought upon the room once more.
"This.. Ain't because ya want Lucifer's attention is it?" Satan spluttered at Mammon's statement as he threw one of the pillows on his bed at his older brother's face then crossed his arms and pouted, his blush all the way to his neck and ears.
(Mammon has just now noticed Satan sat down on the bed next to him.)
"N–no!" Satan stammered, finding his words –shamelessly making Mammon think is cut– "I gave up trying to get his attention when I was one thousand years old..!"
To humans, that's ancient. But to demons, that's Luke's age, still a child. Still so young, so it broke Mammon's heart that Satan even had to work to get his brother's attention.
But Mammon hid it with a sad smile.
"Sure, Satan. Sure." The older replied, only making the blonds blush redder, Satan was not a child!
He was very much an adult, thank you very much!!
(How old is Satan?? 😃 The only age we know for sure is Mammon and Luke. Or at least I know..(╥﹏╥) )
Satan may have been an adult physically, but he was a child mentally during the fall. And even now, Satan is still mentally JUST a teenager –still technically just a child!– evidence from his current rebellious phase.
"Hey." Satan turns to him silently, his blush lessening as he does, "You can talk to me, you know."
"When did you get all sappy?"
Mammon laughed, Satan looked at him doing so with a blank expression but with the way his mouth curved upwards betrayed the annoyed look he wanted to give.
"Seriously, when??" The blond tries to hold back his smile and snort but fails.
"Just.." Mammon starts, his voice soft, throwing Satan off a little. His Brothers voice always having been loud and obnoxious –in a good way– so it's weird hearing it so soft.
"Why don't we hangout, maybe ditch R.A.D?"
The younger's eyes widened, no. He shouldn't. He didn't like having to catch up on all the past lessons, he didn't like being behind in something.
It took too much time and plus, he didn't get as sick as he did when he was still little –mentally, but still– so he could hold his own now.
"My attendance–"
"Lucifer has a perfect attendance."
Satan reconsiders the offer, Lucifer had a perfect attendance and if Satan were to ditch and not show up, then that would make a dent in his attendance henceforth no longer making it perfect.
Unlike Lucifer's.
If he didn't have a perfect attendance like Lucifer then they couldn't be compared as the same.
Mammon was a genius! An absolute genius!
Just how could Satan let go of this?
"Fine.." Satan starts, "I'll ditch R.A.D tomorrow, just this once though."