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💛Mammon-Time • [Sins and Self-Care!]💛

Summary:
For people who need a break,

Mammon Notices that you've been overworking yourself, and that it's taking a toll on your health. He takes your mind off things by bringing you to a Devildom night market.

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Today he'd do it. For REAL this time! Mammon was going to ask his human to go shopping with him! With Lucifer's credit card and a burst of confidence, he had nothing to lose but his dignity.

He stood at your door and flapped his hands a few times to shake away his nerves. Alright. You've got this, Mammon. Easy peasy.

Of course, Mammon didn't knock. He turned the knob and walked right in, as though it were his own room. It was only natural, since your room was one of the most homey and welcoming in the entire house. "Hey hey, Y/N!"

He had enough energy to light the room ablaze, and there was a bounce in his step to match it. Though his exuberant entrance was met with a short, cold, and harsh, "What?!"

The shock of hearing your upset voice froze him in his stance. With one word, his excitement and confidence were shot down.

When you saw it was him, and watched his big grin turn into a small pout, your heart plummeted to your stomach. "Mammon I'm sorry," you quickly apologized.

He slowly moved a muscle to scratch the back of his head. "...'S fine." His voice was quiet and meek, a tone unfamiliar to his lips.

"No, it's not," you anxiously insisted. "I'm sorry. I just- can't. handle. anything. right. now."

You knew he was worried when his eyebrows knitted up. "Huh? Is somethin' wrong?"

"N-no, I don't know- I just-" your head dropped to your hands, exasperated and exhausted. Anxiousness weighed heavy in your mind, burning through your thoughts and melting your brain. You couldn't find the words to describe it to him.

The RAD workload was overwhelming. You could hardly grasp any of the foreign scripts and symbols in your language class, math is universally horrible, none of the demons outside the council liked you, and the new environment was shocking at times. Yet you HAD to do your work or else you'd fail.

"I'm r-really tired," came out your choked explanation. Frustration and exhaustion pricked at your thoughts and skin. "I'm sorry." Your eyes watered and your head ached. "The others- have been coming to my room too- and it's so hard to focus."

Mammon panicked at the sight of your tears, and trotted over to your desk to look through your papers.

It wasn't easy stuff.

He wanted to fix everything for you. He found your grief contagious and it made his stomach twist into a painful and sad knot. "H-hey, don't sweat it, ok? I can show you this math stuff, n' Satan can help with the reading, and if all else fails, I have trinkets and spells to - erm - strategically help you!"

By 'strategic help,' he meant cheating.

"I just don't want to do any of this," you sighed, trying to calm down and instead made yourself cry harder. "I just can't!"