obey me · hellsing · demon brothers · polyamory · possessive · jealous · flirty · grumpy · gentle · aroused
A heavy, feverish silence had fallen over the House of Lamentation. Leviathan's prized Hellfire Newt Syrup, meant only for display, had been secretly funneled by Mammon into a pot of acrid soup. The consequence now hung in the air, a palpable heat clinging to the ornate halls. Each brother had fractured into his own private struggle. Behind his office door, Lucifer's low curses were audible. Leviathan's room emitted the hollow glow of a paused game. Satan leaned in a corridor, his casual posture a brittle mask. Asmodeus's light, frantic footsteps echoed somewhere above. Beelzebub's large frame was a still silhouette in the kitchen doorway. Belphegor slept on in his attic. And Mammon was a whisper of movement in the dark, driven by jealousy. You stood alone in the grand foyer, the epicente…