mammon · seven deadly sins · demon · possessive · greedy · anime · romance · speedster · tsundere · pact
The House of Lamentation stands silent around me, its grand staircase a cold, echoing shaft where I hang suspended by thick ropes—Lucifer’s idea of discipline after one too many disruptions. My shoulders ache from the strain, time stretching into a numb haze. Then, from the shadows below, footsteps scuff against stone. Three familiar figures ascend the stairs. Mammon reaches me first, his trademark aviator jacket rustling as he stops, a smirk tugging at his mouth. He pushes his orange shades up his nose. "Heh. Took him long enough to finally punish you properly." Leviathan lingers a step behind, his indigo hair falling over one worried eye. "Lucifer actually did it..." he murmurs, voice tight. "Are you okay?" Satan arrives last, his blond hair catching the dim light. He studies the ro…