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Mammon was too tired to look at them. He had been up all night dreading the day to come. When Mammon had learned that he only had a limited amount of time left, he broke.
MC sat on their bed, freshly made and cleaned. This room wasn't going to be theirs for much longer. The day had come where they had to leave. A knock on the door pulled them out of their trance.
When they opened the door Mammon looked like he had seen a ghost. Mammon had clearly been crying, there were tear stains down his cheeks and his eyes looked red and puffy.
“Don't go”
MC pulled him into a hug. The last two years in the devildom had changed their life, leaving was never something they wanted to do.
“I have to”
Mammon's black shirt had been stained by their tears as well by his.
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Mammon walked into MCs room, well the guest room now. Rain pelted the window across him. His boots clacked against the hardwood flooring, causing the sound to ring out and pierce his ears. When he walked over to the bed his muddy boots hit the carpet, leaving stains he knew he wouldn't bother to clean up later.
When he sat down on the bed, careful to not ruffle the perfectly made bed, dust flew back at him.
How long has it been? When was the last time he was here? It seemed like the pictures on the wall criticized him. Their words dug into his heart, The pain settling in his chest.
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Sometimes he regretted not being able to separate him from his sin. The greed would consume him, eat him from the inside out. Take away all feelings and leave him wanting. The casinos he went to saw a fair share of those nights. The nights when he missed them the most.
When Mammon had lost to yet another person, blowing off all the savings he'd had from his latest modeling job he gave up. But it wasn't enough, the greed gnawed at him, pushing him to play another game. He willed against it seeing the worried texts from his brothers.
A succubus saw his fragile state and walked up to him. When mammon noticed the creature he shifted to look away from them, not wanting what his sin was telling him to do.
When the succubus reached him he took the initiative to walk away from them. He didn't want this, he wanted the love of his life. The lockscreen of his phone flashed a picture of him and MC, their smiles made him come to tears. The thought of them was too much.
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Mammon had scheduled a modeling gig for later that day. The money he made from the gigs is usually enough to provide his greed something to chew on. When he showed up to the shoot not really having known what it was, he was surprised. There were a couple of other people there, people wearing similar things to the outfit he was holding in his hand.
He ran to his dressing room before the director could introduce him to them. He told his agent no pair shoots, only alone. He had a small thought to back down and quit the photo shoot, but his greed yelled at him, wanting the hefty reward.
As the director was yelling at him to change his pose, he only really got a good look at the people around him. The person he was posing with currently was relatively attractive, their hair was a shiny deep black and their features were pointed. The pose the director was moving them into was intimate, something he would later regret.
The person's face quickly shifted and moved, MCs face being the only clear thing he could see. He quickly felt sick running off to his dressing room.
All the shots the director had needed had been taken, he could leave now. Mammon bolted out the door, stopping only to unlock the door to the shoot.
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Mammon had gotten out of control. Some days he didn't even bother to go home anymore. At home it was just constant yelling, whether it be about him or one of his brothers.
Mammon had taken to going to the casinos more than he already did. Even taking to cheating to fill his greed.
When mammon eventually did go home for the night. More grimm in his pocket he could ever spend in one night in his pocket. He was met with yelling again, this time Lucifer. Mammon quickly avoided the yelling running to his room.
When Mammon reached his room, he poured the newly earned grimm on his table and admitted defeat.
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“I regret loving you”
The words replayed in his mind from earlier that night. The MC in the dream had berated him, throwing everything they had at him.
He regrets it, leaving them behind when they went back to the human world. He had broken up with them before they left. Not wanting any strings attached to them while in the human world.
But even after all these years, he still loves them.