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Asmodeus was.. Tense.
And not in the good way, as he watched Luke, an angel that actively showed how much they hated demons, ran up and tackled Mammon, a Demon Lord, almost on the ground into a bear hug.
His hands itched to do the same, to hug his big brother, to even just touch the avatar of greed. It had been so long since he could recall even seeing Mammon around the HoL.
And when he was around in the HoL, Mammon actively denied and even harshly declined their invitations to hangout with him. Something the younger demon brothers thought they never even had to do.
It was like Mammon was trying to get away from the HoL, trying to get away from them.
The brothers didn't know what to do with that information.
Mammon was just always there.
Right next Lucifer, no matter how much the oldest tried to hide the fact, Mammon was his right hand man, Satan's Mammy, Asmodeus' shopping buddy, Leviathan's number 2, Beelzebub and Belphegor's protector of nightmares.
They never had to ask him to hangout, Mammon was just always around, always there.
But this.. feels different.
Like something had been broken. Like something had snapped and something was finally free, that was what Asmodeus felt as he saw the way Mammon smiled.
His smile gleamed brighter than Asmodeus remembered, his skin glowed, his aura lighter in weight and in color, what once was this dark dull yellow was now an almost golden yellow, shimmering in this holy way.
And his eyes, oh, his eyes.. The gold shown in them even more, the sapphire blue looking so velvety. His hair whiter, purer than Asmodeus last recalled.
Before, whenever Asmodeus saw the angel's they looked so.. incomplete, they felt incomplete too.
Now, as Mammon is mixed into them, they looked less incomplete. Like with just one more piece, they'd be whole, they'd be completed.
And Asmodeus knew who was missing.
Micheal.
If Michael was here then they'd truly be completed, truly be whole again. It made Asmodeus want to fucking puke.
Asmodeus had forgotten about that encounter the next day.
He shouldn't worry about that, it didn't mean anything, I mean a fallen ascending back into the celestial realm? And Mammon of all demons?
Yeah, right. It would just ruin his perfect skin if he were to worry so much about such a pointless thing such as Mammon reverting back into an angel. Such a thing doesn't exist.
Mammon made his choice in falling with Lucifer, he can't just suddenly turn into an angel again.
A part of Asmodeus can't help but worry though.
Asmodeus hummed, a skip in his step as he happily carried his shopping bags. Winking flirtatiously at demons that stared just a tad bit too long at him.
He couldn't blame them though, he was the Devildom's most prized jewel, who wouldn't stare at him?
Laughter catches his attention and he can't help but hold back a gasp as he sees his older brother. In a pretty skimpy outfit, blushing as he covered his chest.
A reaper, Asmodeus guessed was named Thirteen, laughed at him. Not mockingly more like this surprised yet amused laughter.
Mammon did look good in his outfit though.
He wore a black leotard, much like Simeon's showing off a good portion of his hips though it was just a plain black, paired with a denim micro skirt that had been pleated at the ends.
In place of his semi fit leather jacket was a slightly oversized cotton jacket, the same color scheme and design as to his old one, the words "Greedy S!ut" embroidered on the back.
He also wore thigh high combat boots with a kitten heel to match.
Oh, If Lucifer were here he'd have gone absolutely berserk seeing his favourite little brother wear something so "slutty". Body out and flounced for all to see.
Asmodeus had to hold back from going into his demon form with how much lust just overflowed from the demons that eyed his older brother.
He was almost jealous! But mainly impressed that Thirteen had been able to persuade Mammon into wearing something like that.
"Ah.. By Diavolo, Mammon.." Thirteen started, her laughter dying down, "You look better than I thought you would. Oh! Stay still first, I gotta send this to Mephisto."
The reaper took her D.D.D from her phone, taking a picture of Mammon as the other protested.
"I never should'ave let ya pick my outfit." Mammon grumbled, using his jacket to hide most of his body, didn't do much but it did something at least.
"Alright, My turn!"
Wait.. Where they playing Dress Up?
Well that wasn't fair!! How did Thirteen get Mammon to hangout with her when his own brothers couldn't even get him to join family meals anymore?
Mammon and him always played dress up together when going shopping, dress each other up in their own style and just generally take advantage of Lucifer's credit card but that wasn't the point.
The point was that it was supposed to be him and Mammon shopping around together, Asmodeus was so much more beautiful, how could Mammon reject him??
And just like that, his mind wandered back to the day before. Back to Mammon and the angels.
How did Luke and Rapheal steal Mammon away from them?? Asmodeus was obviously the cuter little brother, Mammon should've been grateful he even decided to ask him to join him on a spa day.
But what did he do instead? Boredly decline and practically shoo Asmodeus away!
He just couldn't understand–!
"Woah, Thirteen..!" Mammon mused, smiling as he sees the reaper in the outfit he picked out.
Thirteen was decked out in a black corseted top, silver skull embroidery running along it, paired with low waisted cargo pants. One of the legs being cut open and held together by pins, showing off her tattoo.
With red bottom stiletto heels as the cherry on top.
She looked.. fine. Not as beautiful as Asmodeus would look in it but still.
"Yer so pretty in it! Asmo better be careful, you might steal his title of being the Devildom's jewel.." Mammon had a cheeky smile on his face, Thirteen let out a laugh.
"You better be glad he isn't here to hear that."
Oh but he was there. And he was not happy.
Asmodeus stares at himself in the mirror.
Mammon couldn't have been serious could he? No. Asmodeus was ten times prettier than Thirteen.
So if it wasn't being replaced as Devildom's jewel that he should be worried about.. Was it being Mammon's jewel?
Surely that wasn't the case. He was still Mammon's jewel, he could admit he probably wasn't the apple of Mammon's eye, that was given to Satan the very moment he was born.
Asmodeus prides himself in being the Devildom's most prized jewel, but was that even worth it anymore if he wasn't Mammon's perfect rose quartz anymore?
Mammon.. Mammon didn't even look at them anymore, at him. The avatar of greed had been so enamoured by Luke and Raphael.
Mammon didn't spare them a single glance, a single thought, a single word. Even just a time of day.
Mammon didn't see him as his jewel anymore. The reason why he's so enamoured by the angel's is probably because of how pure they felt.
How loving they were.
And it took only a snap of a finger for Mammon to find another jewel, two in fact. Two holy, ethereal Diamonds.
Asmodeus caves. His arms wrapping around himself. The mirror glitches. His face contorts into something.. broken.
Disfigured. It makes Asmodeus gag, he was.. Disgusting. Before he even knows it the mirror is smashed in front of him, his delicate hands blistered and bleeding.
The shards mock him. Seeming to say "You can't even handle your true self, and yet you think Mammon can?"
And he looked so absolutely pathetic in it's reflection, his hair had gone into astray, mascara ran down his face, his hands bleeding.
He was a mess.
This was what the Devildom's jewel has come to, numb and plastic. It didn't matter anymore.
What was the point in what they thought of him? He wasn't Mammon's jewel anymore.
And that hurt him more.