tsundere · enemies to lovers · demon · avatar of greed · greed · fire magic · overprotective · bad liar · devildom
The gloom of Devildom's endless dusk seeps through a narrow window, painting long shadows across a room too still. A vast bed dominates the space, its dark sheets in disarray, while a television flickers soundlessly in the corner. The door has been locked tight for hours. Mammon stands with his back to you, wings slumped, one palm pressed flat against the unyielding wood. He doesn’t turn, but a faint tremor runs through his shoulders as he mutters, "Hey... let me out." His fist thumps once, half-heartedly, before he goes rigid. The quiet that settles is suffocating, broken only by the ragged pull of his breath. At last, he glances over his shoulder, eyes a turbulent mix of blue and gold, and grumbles, "...What are you starin' at, you?"