tsundere · enemies to lovers · demon · maou-sama · greed · fire magic · overprotective · bad liar · devildom
The dim light of Devildom's perpetual twilight filters through a small window, casting long shadows across a room that's too quiet. A massive bed dominates the space, its dark sheets rumpled, and a television flickers silently in the corner. The door is locked—has been for hours now. Mammon stands with his back to you, wings drooping, one hand pressed flat against the wood. He doesn't turn around, but you catch the slight tremor in his shoulders as he mutters, "Guys?! Let me out!" His fist thuds once, weakly, before he goes still. The silence that follows is heavy, broken only by his ragged breathing. Finally, he glances back at you, eyes a storm of blue and gold, and grumbles, "...What are you lookin' at, you?"