Brothers React To Mammon Coming To Their Room Shaken Up

Can you do where the brothers react to Mammon coming to their room looking shaken up and then they open the door and then he immediately hugs them and whispers you're okay you're alive before crying and passing out again

Brothers React To Mammon Coming To Their Room Shaken Up

LUCIFER

The budget won't cut it. Twenty percent more needs to be added to the cafeteria funds and five to the construction of the new theatre—

There's a resolute knocking on his door, one that won't even when Lucifer asks to quieten his banging. Hurriedly placing a paperweight on the documents, he gets up with a huff and curses, dreading what shenanigans his brothers have done this time.

But when he opens the door, the sight is unlike anything the demon has ever seen before.

"Mammon," He mumbles, surprised to see his brother so dishevelled. His hair's messy, and his shoulders are trembling, with tear stains and watery eyes.

But before he can say or do anything, the white-haired demon's arms are around him.

"You're okay. You're okay—you're alive and you're here—ain't—ain't leavin' me—"

The words have the demon baffled.

Words, simple words spoken in a worried tone, and they have an immediate effect on Lucifer, who stands in a stupor, and only when Mammon clings to him does he finally regain his senses and hug his brother back.

Mammon must be drunk, Lucifer notices as he gapes at his babbling brother whose hugging him like a koala. Mammon must had a nightmare, Lucifer realizes when he sees his watery eyes and the way the demon hugs him. Mammon must love him, Lucifer concludes as he stares at his brother's unconscious form, finally asleep with his head on Lucifer's chest.

The Avatar of Pride stands in a daze as he cradles his brother. There's an heaviness in his heart that he can't describe, and when Lucifer blinks he can feel tears stream down his cheeks.

Tears of love.

Seems brothers have the same nightmares. A bittersweet smile forms on his face as Lucifer closes the door and leads Mammon to his bed, an action he's grown accustomed to since his Celestial days.

Pulling aside the covers, the demon gently rests Mammon's head on the pillow as he tucks him in, and with a kiss to his head and a spell, the lights go out, save for the candles.

LEVIATHAN

In the middle of DevilCraft, there's a persistent knock at his door.

"Password?" Leviathan calls out, knowing that none of his brothers know the code to access his room. And it's there for a good reason: to keep his brothers out and have some privacy, where his room is his domain, away from normies and scummy hands.

Mammon, whose attempted to steal the Exclusive Ruri-Chan figurines.

But when the knocking doesn't stop, and a reply doesn't come, Leviathan groans as he gets up from his chair, cursing at the person behind.

"Why are you banging on my door at such a—"

Before Levi can complete his sentence, Mammon has wrapped his arms around him, and Levi has to lean on the doorframe for support.

"W-What?" The demon blurts out, dumbfounded at Mammon's state. Messy hair and watery eyes, like he'd been gaming or crying.

"You're okay, you're okay and—and you're alive. You're here and y-you're alive."

Levi stands shocked.

No insult falls out of his mouth, no attempt is made to push his brother away. Instead, the purple-haired demon barely manages to muster a sentence before Mammon is out cold, and he has to lean forward to hold his limp form.

With shaky hands and heaving breaths, Levi closes the door with one foot as he drags himself and Mammon to his tub, and as smoothly as he can manage make his elder brother comfortable.

With an Azuki-tan pillow by his side to prevent nightmares, Levi pulls his gaming chair near his tub, and the demon sits in it while staring at Mammon's sleeping form.

And when Levi opens his mouth to speak, all that spills past his lips is a cry.

His heart aches.

With a need to feel his brother, physical touch that the demon sneered at. But now, Leviathan leans forward to hold Mammon's hand in his own, not knowing what to do with his heart.

So, he squeezes the hand as tight as he can.

It's like the Celestial Days, all over again.

SATAN

The knight is just about to kill the dragon and save his kingdom from downfall. He unsheathes his sword, and with a prayer in mind, plunges it forward—

There's a knock at his door.

Putting his book down, he gets up from the bed to unlock the door, the question already on his tongue. But as soon as the door swings open, Satan arches an eyebrow in confusion.

"What are you doing up so late—oompf!"

In a clumsy motion, Mammon has wrapped his arms around the blonde demon, all the while babbling incomprehensible words. Only when Satan leans closer, does he hear loud and clear.

"You're okay—you—you're alive and you're breathing in front of me. You're here."

And then Mammon goes limp in his arms, as Satan supports him with his arms to prevent him from falling.

He doesn't know what to say. So Satan settles for placing Mammon on his bed and tucking him in, after removing the stray books.

Satan decides to stand against the bed, almost as if keeping guard. He doesn't no what to say or do. Mammon must have had a nightmare, apparent from the way his shoulders shook and his eyes were red. But the contents of the dream is what baffles Satan.

He loves his younger brother.

This is an emotion Satan thought he only felt for cats. But now, when he sees Mammon asleep in the moonlight after passing out in his arms can only be described as a fear to lose what he loves.

And, in the silence of the room, the dam finally bursts.

ASMODEUS

The insistent pounding on the door makes him wake from his beauty sleep.

Asmodeus grumbles and curses as he groggily gets up to open the door, and complaints are already on his tongue, ready to be spit at the brother that dared to disturb his sleep.

"Mammon?" Asmodeus mutters, shocked at his brothers appearance. And before Asmodeus can even comprehend, hands are all over his face, tracing his features in a frenzy.

"You're here. You're here and you're alive and—and y-you're breathing. You're okay."

Before Asmodeus can say anything more, Mammon collapses in his arms. The demon doesn't know what do, utterly dumfounded by his brother's words.

So he does what comes to mind: close the door and lead Mammon to his bed. It's a tiresome task, given that the demon is heavy, but Asmodeus manages, and tucks him under the plush blankets.

The sleepiness has vanished from Asmodeus.

Observing the gentle rise and fall of Mammon's chest, Asmodeus leans against the wall as he tries to sort the mess in his mind.

He remembers how the white-haired demon was babbling, garbled words spilling past his lips as he clutched his nightshirt feverishly. That same look, that exact expression was what he gave Mammon when Lilith's punishment was announced.

He remembers the pain.

His vision grows blurry and Asmo blinks; the action sending tears falling down his cheeks. Mammon was brave, he remembers, he was brave back then and he is so even now.

The mattress sinks under a new weight.

BEELZEBUB

A knock at the door makes him wake up from his sleep.

Running a hand through his hair, Beel grunts as he gets up and walks towards the door. It wasn't uncommon for Belphegor to come back into their room after sleeping in strange places, but the banging was never this insistent.

Beel quickens his footsteps.

"Mammon?" He whispers, a bit surprised to see the white-haired demon in his at such a time, but all questions in his mind vanish when he notices the shaking of his shoulders.

Before Beel can say or do anything, he's engulfed in a hug by his brother, who now clings to him like a koala.

"You're here—here and you're alive and breathing—and—and you're okay."

Beel stands in a stupor, unresponsive until he feels the weight on his chest, only to look down and see Mammon asleep.

Gently cradling his brother, he leads him to his bed, tucking him under the covers just like he does with Belphegor, and place a kiss upon his head.

Beel doesn't say a word throughout the whole process.

Until he's sitting on the couch and staring through the darkness at his brother's form, until he's sure Mammom's fallen asleep, only then does a sound escape.

A cry.

He's had the same nightmares too. The same fear of not being able to be there on time, of not being able to protect. The same pain.

It's phantom, but hurts all the same.

He'll protect, Beel swears. He'll protect Mammon, he'll protect his family, until his very last breath.

BELPHEGOR

Pounding at the door makes Belphegor wake up from his slumber.

Groggily, he picks up his pillow and drags himself to the door. Beel often went out and crept in, reason being his midnight fridge raids, but never did Beel knock at the door so feverishly.

".....Mammon?" He whispers, surprised to see the demon up at such an hour. Squinting through the darkness, Belphegor can make out the messy hair and trembling shoulders.

And, in a flurry of movement the cow-pillow is dropped as the white-haired demon takes him in a hug.

"You're here. You're here and you're alive and—and you're not going anywhere—you—you're okay."

Belphegor's eyes widen as he barely process the babble coming out of his brother's mouth, and before he knows it, the demon is out cold.

Belphegor stands still, his brain still processing the words. And only then does he move. With an arm around Mammom's shoulder, he leads him to his bed, tucking the demon under the blankets, with his cow-pillow to prevent nightmares.

Belphegor doesn't fall asleep.

No, he keeps gaping at his brother's form, bewildered by his words.

Mammom's been a good brother, even if he's cocky at times. But this, this was something he was used to Beel doing, where he would comfort his twin until they both fell asleep.

Love, is what Belphegor feels, brimming in his heart. Something that the demon thought he didn't have for any of his other brothers, save for Beel. Something that he didn't consider himself to be worthy of.

But Belphegor realizes, that he's surrounded by it.

With shaking hands and an haunting epiphany, Belphegor sneaks under the covers as he holds Mammon, slinking an arm over his body as he holds the demon closer. An act of protectiveness, meant to shield him from the dangers outside.

Love.

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