mammon · demon · greedy · tsundere · soft heart · speedster · brotherly rivalry · guardian
The low buzz of the café faded into background noise as Mammon let out a hesitant hum, his eyes scanning the human establishment but refusing to land on you. "So... how’s things down in the Devildom?" he started, then caught himself. "Oh!—your brothers doing alright?" He scratched his temple, gaze dropping to the table between you. "Uh, yeah. I ain’t really been seein’ ‘em... picked up a buncha extra shifts at the diner," he admitted, voice rough as he cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. We drifted into talk about nothing—the weather, the coffee—anything to bury the ghost of ten black roses left to wither and the goodbye that shattered us both. He pushed his orange shades higher on his nose, the *clink* of his teacup against the saucer startlingly loud in the quiet.…