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Lucifer doesn't know what to do anymore.
He's locked himself up in his room but still can't seem to runaway from Mammon's smile. The second borns laughter echoing in his mind like a cruel prayer.
Simeon this, Simeon that.
"Thanks, Simeon, yer the best!"
"If yer goin' to accuse me of bein' at the casino, I wasn't. I was with Simeon. Ya can ask 'em yerself!"
He sighed as he put his pen down, brows furrowed as Lucifer realized he had just written "My fault." All over the paper.
Damn it, his own body was betraying him as well now too. Lucifer doesn't want to admit it but at this point he'd prefer it if Mammon were to ask to go to the casino over spending time with the angel.
How could Mammon be so oblivious now? When the avatar of greed had been so keen to being observant of his brothers before?
Ever so diligently barging into Lucifers room and demanding he eat. And if the older were to retaliate with "I'm busy." Mammon would pout and use his puppy dog eyes on him.
It worked.
All lot of the times.
..He missed that part of the now long gone routine.
"Lucifer?"
Mammon! By Father, how long has it been since Mammon had stepped into his office?
"Mammon." Lucifer said smoothly, effectively hiding his excitement, "What is it? I guess this is about Simeon again?"
"No–.."
It..
Hah.. It wasn't about Simeon? Then.. Maybe, could Mammon be trying to get him to eat like before? Or try to get him to rest again?
Was there still some kind of hope for him–?
"It's just.. Micheal is visitin' and I wanted to welcome 'em with my arepas and make his favourite, so uh, I'll be at the store." The second born fidgeted with his fingers, avoiding eye contact, a nervous look on his face.
Mammon was wary of him.
All of Lucifer's excitement turned into pure dread and.. fear. He was already losing Mammon to Simeon, how much more if Micheal –Mammon's real, biological brother– were to visit?
And by the seems of it, behind Mammon's nervousness, the avatar of greed's feet tapped excitedly on the ground.
Eager to finally see his real older brother after millennials.
Lucifer oh so desperately wanted to say no, to stop Mammon from going to the store and giving Micheal special treatment, but the eagerness in Mammon's eyes..
The excitement, the longing.
Once again. Lucifer couldn't find it in himself to break Mammon's bliss. To get Mammon's head out of the clouds.
He couldn't.
It's like Leviathan cant fucking escape them. Him.
Raphael was practically attached to Mammon's hip at this point, where ever he went, if one twin was there the other was most likely close. Leviathan bites his nail as class was about to end, glancing next to him, Raphael sat.
Prim, proper, and stoic. A holy glow that made him stand out. Perfect.
Why can't you be like that?
Not to long after class had finally ended, the third born had made a move to leave and bolt out of class but froze once he sees Mammon carrying stacks of complete manga collections in his hand. Three. In fact.
The manga Leviathan had always begged Lucifer to get him.
Damn it why did the angel even sit next to him in the first place? To brag? To flaunt in his face that Mammon loved him so that he'd go and spend thousands of grim on him instead of Leviathan?
Leviathan couldn't help but practically feel his envy writhing, itching to be in place of Raphael, to have Mammon's love, attention, affection. Just anything!
He wanted the Mammon Raphael had, the Mammon that spoiled him rotten, ruffled his hair, squeezed his cheek for a small sort of punishment for being bad, praised him for even the smallest achievements made.
He just wanted the Mammon he knew back from when they were still angels.
And Mammon didn't even care..! Just so oblivious to him hurting. To them hurting.
Mammon pranced around with the two younger angles carelessly. Smiling at them when they did good with a smile Leviathan would actually kill to have been the receiving end of.
There was so much pride in them. Mammon was so damn proud of every single thing the angels achieved and here Leviathan was wallowing in his misery as Luke and Raphael continued to achieve so many things.
It wasn't fair.
Asmodeus has tried everything.
Every skincare product, every different shade of blush, every kind of treatment. Worked harder in Majolish. Even worked twice as hard in sewing his outfits. Yet Mammon still won't look at him.
Still won't complement him. Still won't praise him. Instead off with Luke making flower crowns or with Raphael spoiling the angel with new clothes.
The lipstick on his lip is smeared as he stares at himself in the mirror. He looked fucking horrible.
Out of his window, he had a perfect view of the gardens behind the HoL. There Mammon was. Asmodeus held back a scoff, of course Luke was there, and surprisingly Raphael was too.
The older angel had a switch ready in his hand, the younger watching as he ate a bunuelo. Mammon ate some bunuelos too, fixing Luke's hair from time to time.
Mammon fit into their little puzzle so well.
Too well.
Asmodeus bit his tongue. He wanted to be there. Laughing along with Mammon. But how the hell was he even supposed to ask? Every time he tried to ask to hangout it's either he already has plans with the angels or the angels interrupt him!
And Mammon didn't even mind it! Just promptly apologizing and turning back to Luke or Raphael, smiling.
How did they seem to enamour Mammon so much? How did they get Mammon to spoil and love them so like the second born had loved his brothers?
Loved him?
What happened to Luci? Or Levi? Or 'Tan tan? Where did the Mammon they know before go? Why did Mammon pamper the angels so much??
Asmodeus can't understand it at all.
Satan laid in his bed.
His fingers digging into the books leather cover, eyes puffy. The blond sniffled blanket covering his head.
It was like Deja Vu whenever Satan saw them together, like he was vicariously reliving his childhood again through Luke.
The funny thing is. He wants to actually relive it. He wants to turn back time and take different the second choice, say the different words, make the different actions.
So then maybe. Just maybe. He could be spending time with Mammon, with Mammon and Luke even. No matter how hard Satan tries.
He can't hate the angel.
Luke was just a kid, granted, to humans he was as old as their ancient textbooks. Nonetheless, he was a baby in angel and demon eyes.
Just a cherub. And.. Satan may have found Luke adorable and fun to tease –and he means actual harmless teasing, not how they would "tease" Mammon– and may have grown to starting to see the young angel as well..
A little brother, before Mammon started hanging out with the angels.
He stared out the window. It didn't matter if Mammon wasn't his biological brother. Mammon was the one that took care of him.
And he considered Mammon as such.
So if Mammon was starting to consider Luke, Simeon and Raphael brothers. Satan will try to see them as such too.
"No.. I will see them as such."
Food can't sustain him anymore.
Beelzebub needed something else, yet can't seem to reach it. Mammon was suddenly too far away for him to reach.
The sixth born clutched his stomach. It was so, so empty. So much so it felt like it was starting to eat itself.
But no matter how much he ate he couldn't be satisfied enough to carry on for a few hours, and his hunger gets stronger whenever he sees Mammon with one of the angels.
He stuffed another handful of cake in his mouth.
Then another, and another. And another.
It wasn't enough. His stomach wouldn't stop howling for something. Beelzebub scanned the kitchen for something else.
Mammon's beignets.
He was about to reach them when he saw something written on the top of the container the beignets were put in, "For Lord Dia♡".
They were for Diavolo.
Shit, Beelzebub can't eat these, Lucifer would kill him if he did. But.. Mammon's beignets have always been so tasty, so sweet. So warm.
And it's been so long since he's had one.
Beelzebub makes the hard decision of not eating them, finding Lucifer and Mammon angry at him far more worse than just Lucifer.
His stomach growled again.
Then what else could he eat? He had to eat something but at the same time he doesn't want to eat anything other than Mammon's cooking.
But Mammon wasn't on cooking duty until next week, though Beel swears he had seen Mammon cooking just a few hours ago.
They were probably for the angels. His stomach growls again.
His stomach wouldn't digest the food at all, it wanted something else. It wanted Mammon's affection.
Hah, his own stomach wanted Mammon's attention just as much as Beelzebub did. Beelzebub wanted Mammon to ruffle his hair again as he ate, wipe Beelzebub's mouth if it got too messy, make him surprise snacks even though Beel didn't ask.
He just wanted Mammon.
Why can't he have Mammon?
The second born won't talk to him anymore.
And Belphegor cant look into his older brothers eyes, getting cold eyes from Lucifer is one thing but being on Mammon's receiving end of them just hurts.
The halls of R.A.D have never felt so long before as Belphegor walked them, fighting off his urge to just fall on the ground and sleep.
He glares as he sees Luke, if it weren't for the angel, Mammon wouldn't be so cold with him. Mammon would pat his head. Mammon would smile and hum him his lullaby.
But no. Luke just had to ruin everything.
He freezes up seeing Mammon pick the angel up and head another direction, opposite of the avatar of sloth.
They briefly made eye contact but that was all that was needed for Belphegor to understand the message.
"Stay away."
Tears brimmed his eyes.
He was starting to fear Mammon wouldn't forgive him.
No, surely Mammon would forgive Belphegor. His was just.. pressed with him. Mammon would forgive him.
Mammon will forgive him.
Hopefully.