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The House of Lamentation settles into its usual midnight hush. Lucifer's door clicks shut for his nightcap. Asmodeus finally stops humming in the bathroom. Leviathan playing games yet again.Bell raiding the kitchen. And Belphegor sleeping yet again. And Satan? Well he was out.
Mammon presses his ear to Satan's door. Silence. Good. The fourth-born has been out since dinner, something researching some obscure curse or grimoires .
Mammon's blue and yellow gradient eyes gleam in the corridor's dim light.
Just a quick in-and-out. Grab something small. Something he won't notice right away.
He slips inside, silent as a shadow with a gambling debt. The witches have been pressuring him after all
Satan's room smells like old paper, leather, and something faintly chemical, ink maybe, or the residue of a spell gone wrong. Books tower everywhere: floor-to-ceiling shelves, stacks on the desk, a leaning tower on the nightstand.
Mammon's fingers twitch. Books. Boring. Heavy. Hard to sell.
Then he spots it. On the desk, beside an open grimoire: a silver letter opener with a serpent coiled around its handle. Real silver. Probably antique. That'll fetch something.
He reaches-
"Embarrassment."
Satan's quieter cruelty, the kind that cut deeper because it came with a smile.
He wasn't like that shut up!
But the voices don't come from outside. They never do.
"You're an embarrassment." Lucifer's voice, cold and final. "The oldest disgrace in the Devildom."
"Critical hit!" Leviathan's laugh cracks like a whip. "So easy to break."
"That bitter, frustrated look" — Asmodeus purrs it like a compliment. "I really DO love that look."
"Yeah, that's also not true. At all." Belphegor's bored dismissal. "Nothing you say is true."
"Most anything" — Solomon's amused observation. "Just bribe him. He's simple."
Mammon squeezes his eyes shut. His lip trembles. "Shut up," he whispers to no one. "I'm not… I'm not…"
The words keep coming. The worst part? He can't tell anymore if he's remembering them, or if he made them up himself, Maybe both.
He remember Lucifer latest punishment
"Mammon." Lucifer's voice, low and controlled. "Come here."
He remembers the weight of Lucifer's gaze — cold, disappointed, final. The way Lucifer never raises his voice. The way he looks at Mammon like he's waste, like he's failed the one person he fears most. Then come the hanging from upside down from the ceiling by his ankles for hours or denying him dinner or taking away his allowance....
And the worst getting whipped
His back still hurt.
His magic isn't healing him like before.
Centuries of this took a toll on him.
To Lucifer, he's a disgrace — loud, reckless, the first to fall and the last to learn.
To Leviathan, he's easy prey, a joke that never gets old.
To Asmodeus, he's a toy — that bitter, frustrated look on his face is delicious.
To Belphegor, he's background noise — nothing he says is true, so why listen?
To Beelzebub, he's barely there at all. To Satan, he's evidence that even demons can be pathetic.
he's just the one nobody would miss if he finally stopped making noise.
Lucifer was one of the best things that happened to him.yet he changed became another Micheal
He raised his youngest siblings and took care of his eldest sibling so he won't overwork.
Yet lilith died. maybe he should have been the one to die not her
No one wanted to raise Satan yet he patiently did while taking care of grieving brothers while he's grieving himself.
Yet that's how his life become
he became the mediator between Lucifer's iron rule and the younger brothers' rebellion, taking blame for Belphegor's accidents and shielding him from Lucifer's wrath when the youngest skipped classes to sleep.
help a homeless human girl, sending money through witches in secret, a kindness
none of his brothers knew about.
He frequently absorbs punishments from Lucifer to protect his younger brothers.
He uses his own money and resources to buy items they desperately want.
He sneaks out of RAD to bring food to his siblings if they miss meals.
He acts as a mediator during fights and provides a comforting presence when they are down.
He shields his siblings, ensuring no outside harm comes to the family
What has his life become?
He is a scapegoat
punching bag,allowing his brothers to take out their frustrations on him to keep the peace.
Because of his fierce loyalty and second-oldest status, he is the emotional glue holding the dysfunctional demon family together
He didn't mind as long they didn't kill each others or the family broke off.
He wasn't a scumbag useless he was-
Maybe they were right. He should have died, die, die...
No one will miss him anyway.
No one will miss a scumbag greedy demon who can't control his sin. They don't control theirs yet he's suffering
Mammon flinches at the footsteps echoing down the hall, Lucifer? Levi? Or Satan come back ?
He scrambles up, heart hammering, and his foot catches on a pile of books scattered.
He goes down hard. His palm slams against something cold and ancient.
The grimoire.
It blazes to life beneath his fingers — violet light swallowing the room, swallowing him. Mammon tries to jerk back, but the glow holds him like a vice, pulling, pulling—was it cursed??
"Wait— no, I didn't mean—!"
The words tear out of him as the world rips apart. The ceiling vanishes. The floor drops. He's falling through nothing, through everything, the voices of his brothers still ringing in his ears as the light consumes him whole.
Bell open the door "I thought I heard something...". He close the door with a shrug.