Send Me the Best Angel You Have

by GeekyObssessions

Summary:

To anyone who is lucky enough to call the seven princes of the Devildom "friend", it is a wide known fact that life in the House of Lamentation is full of constant chaos.

If anyone thought that having the human exchange student living in the House of Lamentation was a good idea because they thought the human might prove to be a balm to the strife existing in that house *cough Diavolo cough*, well.

They thought wrong.

 

Btw if you see any chapters that resemble something from @sorta-adultish-momma over on tumblr don't worry that's me!

Notes:

Hello! So I just wanted to take the time to thank you all for reading this. It's not betaread or anything, because we die like men in this household. Anyway, I'm super excited to get this story out onto the internet, and hopefully you guys will appreciate reading it. I'm going to essentially be using my OC/MC for the game, just because as a writer I'm more comfortable this way. Also, if you didn't read the tags this is a Slow Burn on the feelings end, but NOT on the physical end. I will die on the hill that all the boys are inherently sexual in nature for multiple reasons that I might have them explain themselves later on in the story, but that is why from the get go all the boys have at least one or two sexual thoughts about the OC. And my OC is very casual when it comes to both sex but also her body, so from the get go she is also having sexual thoughts. Some POV's are more explicit (Looking at you Asmo), while others are a bit tamer. Just thought I'd give everyone a fair warning.
But yeah, otherwise enjoy the chaos about to unfold.

Chapter 1: Welcome to Hell

To say that Autumn was confused would be one hell of an understatement.

And considering the circumstances, she had every right to be. One moment, she's walking back to her apartment after her shift at the bar, and the next she's standing in a ... courtroom? Something similar at least. It's got the fancy vibe of one, what with the seven banners and the throne like chairs in front of her. Just to make sure, she turns around to see what's behind her, half expecting the dark city street she had previously been walking on. Which was not the case.

"Welcome to the Devildom, Autumn." A baritone voice has her whipping back around to find whoever called her by name. A man with a head of what has to be dyed red hair is smiling down politely at her from the chief judge seat, and she assumes he's the man who spoke. He proves her right when he continues.

"Oh, pardon me. Feeling a bit shocked are we?"

"That is one way of putting it yes", she interjects, taking the man by surprise. Clearly, he had some sort of speech planned out and was not expecting input on her part. She fights off a smirk.

"Well, that's understadable. You've only just arrived, after all. As a human, it will probably take a little while for you to adjust to things here in the Devildom." The redhead demon(?) is again politely smiling at her. Autumn takes a momment to assess her surroundings, noting the four other men sitting in the room. She briefly considers the possiblitiy that this is all a hallucination, or even a dream. But her imagination isn't that good and she has a feeling that the massive hallucengic that she would have had to have consumed to create this scenario would have chosen somthing other that being summoned to hell as a drug trip. Best to treat this as her new reality now and panic later.

"Alright, so is there a specific reason I was summoned to hell or do you just do this every now and then for shits and giggles?"

That got a reaction. Red was visible flustered by her not reacting according to his inner script, and Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome beside him developed a noticable twitch in one of his eyes. Personally, she thinks the muffled snort coming from one of the blondes is the most amusing response, and this time she does allow the smirk to spread along her face.

"Yes, well, maybe we should start with some introductions", Red began, trying to bring the conversation back on track. "My name is Diavolo." He ignores the soft snort she gives at that. "I am the ruller of all demons. And someday soon, I will be crowned king of the Devildom."

At this Autumn raises her hand. Diavolo pauses, and with a quick glance to the man next to him, nods at her in acknowledgment.

"So is the current King not a demon?"

"...No, my father is a demon. Why d-"

"Are you the ruller of your father then?"

"No of course not wh-"

"Ok then so you are in fact NOT the ruller of all demons."

The twitch has returned to Tall, Dark, and Handsome's eye, and Diavolo look stunned in the silience that followed Autumn's declaration.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk", she sighs, running a hand through her hair. "Being overly superfulous lends itself to little white lies so easily Diavolo. Just say you're this world's prince and move on. No need to try and impress me."

"Now you listen here human," Mr. TDH has begun to rise, but stops at the sound of Diavolo's raucous laughter. The demon prince holds a hand out in front of TDH, ensuring that the man physically stops as well. When he is done, Diavolo makes a show of wiping away invisible tears from his eyes before addressing you.

"Oh I forgot how absolutely refreshing humans can be", at this, he beams at Autumn. "You're quite right. All right, I'll cut to the chase. We are initiating an exchange program between the three realms, and you have been chosen as the human representative. Lucifer here will explain all the details to you, as I must be off to go attend to some business."

With a nod at everyone present, Diavolo begins to head out, rounding the table to head to the door behind Autumn. When he reaches her, he pauses to take a good look at her. In response, Autumn rests her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, cocking a hip out and openly assessing the prince in return. He grins, mischief alight in his eyes.

"Oh yes, this is going to be very interesting indeed".
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"No"

Lucifer had to take a deep breath to attempt to reign in his temper. To say he is unimpressed with the audacity of this human is putting it lightly. First, she had the gall to disrespect Diavolo so blantly, and to his face on top of that. Now, she has the nerve to interrupt him while he was discussing the perfectly reasonable details of the exchange program.

After counting down from ten, he opened his eyes to stare down the blue eyes across from him.

"What exactly are you disagreeing with?" So that came out a bit tighter than he intended. Oh well.

"I'm not going to fucking school". She crossed her arms in defiance, and goddamnit he just met this human and she seems to know exactly what to do piss him the fuck off.

"You are. That is the biggest point of this program."

"I am not. Look, y'all might like to pretend you're still in your teenage hay days, but I did the crime and I did the time. I have had more than enough experience with schooling in my relatively short human lifespan."

If asked by Diavolo, Lucifer would deny the fact that he lost his cool. If anyone else asked, he would make the claim that everything he did next was a calculated attempt to show the new exchange program exactly what perils await in the Devildom. The truth though? Lucifer was not accostomed to being defied. And he most definitely less accostomed to being defied by someone so far below him in rank of power.

It did not help in the slightest that the first idea he had for shutting her up was shoving his cock down her throat.

"I will say this but once", he hissed, feeling his demonly aura rise around him like a purple cloud. "The point of this program is to cultivate understanding between the three races, but that does not erase the fact that you are at the absolute bottom of the food chain. So when Lord Diavolo or I give you an order, it is in the best intrest of your health to follow said order immediately and without complaint." He kept his gaze locked with hers, rage tinting the edges of his vision red.

He watched as her gaze slid from his to assess his horns and wings. When she calmly meet his eyes again with little more than an unimpressed raised eyebrow, he didn't know exactly how he felt. He could recognize his confusion at her nonchalance, as well as his wounded pride for failing in intimidating her. Before he could introspect any further on the supject, she began to speak.

"Cute trick", and the boredom in her voice spiked his rage once again. "Now I'll only say this once". At this, she slams a hand on the table next to his clenched fist, and leans in until they are almost nose to nose.

"If you were hoping for a student who cowers at the mere presence of pretty men, then you picked the wrong bitch. I am no mouse. I will not be a quiet, meek girl you can intimidate. And to top that off, you picked someone who long ago accepted she was most likely going to die by doing something stupid, and is therefore not afraid of death."

Lucifer was rapidly coming to the conclusion that this human has an uncanny ability to render demons speachless, and he is not happy about this.

"That being said", she barrels on, "I do actually think this exchange program is a fucking fantastic idea and I'm estatic to participate because I'm an absolute slut for the supernatural." Both Lucifer and Autumn ignore the delighted gasp he hears Asmodeus give in response to her words. "On further thought, I see the merit of attending your weird Devil school, so I will concede that point. But I am NOT, under any circumstances, wearing that ugly ass uniform."

The long suffering sigh Lucifer releases is erily similar to the ones he gives Mammon when listening to his newest ponzy scheme.

"I'm glad you could see the logic behind going to school. Howerever, the unifrom is just that. A uniform. It's a requirement t-"

"I will go to school in nothing but my goddamn birthday suit."

Oh lovely, Lucifer could feel the twitch return to his eye.

"You will do no such thing. If I have to ensure that the only wardrobe option available to you is the school uniform then so be it."

"And you will watch me burn it before going to RAD butt-fucking naked."

"So what I'm hearing is we're stocking the human's wardrobe full of nothing but the school uniform?" Asmodeus interjects, a glint to his eyes that disturbs Lucifer only the slightest bit. His brother is lavicously eyeing Autumn's figure, his tongue noticiably poking out to wet his lips. Lucifer wants to say no, because Asmo does not need any form of encouragement. But. This is also a perfect way to show the girl that her defiance is not to be tolerated and he is a man of his word when it comes to his threats.

"Yes."
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This is fantastic! Absolutely delightful! Asmodeus hasn't been this giddy in ages. Oh he holds out hope that this human girl in front of him isn't just talking a big game. Even if it's just a refusal to leave her room until provided more clothes, the irritation on Lucifer's face will be enough.

Eyeing the curve of her ass in those skinny jeans, and continuing to trail them down her shapely legs, Asmo begins to hope that she'll actually follow through on her threat. What he wouldn't do to be between her legs in any way, shape, or form.

While Lucifer and Autumn continue to talk details of the program, Asmo is trying to play a guessing game with himself about what she looks like under that zipped up leather jacket. It's clearly a men's jacket, and much too big for her petite frame, so he's unable to guess what her chest looks like with the way it hangs on her. Is she small in that area like she seems to be everywhere else? With a glance at her ass again, he decides that while it's a possibility she's pear shaped, it is unlikely, as her ass is generous, but not unporpotionally so. So does that mean her boobs are also propotionate in size? Most likely, but then that begs the question of what her proportions are actually like under that brown leather. One of the anime characters Levi has recently shown him flashes through his mind, and he finds himself licking his lips at the thought of just how much flesh the jacket could actually be hiding.

"This one here is Asmodeus. He is the fith eldest, and the Avatar of Lust." Asmo is abrutly brought back from his thoughts at the mention of his name. A sly smile slips on his face as he hears the girl mutter "figures" under her breath. And then Lucifer's words catch up to him.

"Wh... I can't belive you just referred to me as 'this one'. How rude!"

He notices Autumn's jaw drop slightly, a look of understanding crossing her face. Although in the name of honesty, he's more focoused on the pretty little "O" her mouth makes with that expression, and his legitimate offense at his older brother's words vanishes just like that. Her attention is stolen by Satan as Lucifer introduces him to her, and well that just won't do now will it?

"It's very apt that I'm dubbed the Avatar of Lust", Asmo states, reaching out to tilt Autumn's face in his direction. "It perfectly sums up both my personality and my power." He makes a point to stare at her lips instead of her eyes like he's dying to do. That would ruin the fun all too soon.

Although her lips are a temptation all their own as he watches them form honeyed words.

"Does it now? And what exactly is your power oh Lust Incarnate?"

"Oh I'm so glad you asked", he practically purrs, stepping closer into her space and firmly taking ahold of her chin. "A demonstration is in order. Could you gaze into my eyes for a moment? It's okay, I won't hurt you. Don't be shy...."

She boldly gazes into his eyes, flicking back and forth between them occasionally. And Asmodeus is estatic! This is perfect, she's staring so openly, gaze fixed on his. Oh the fun he'll have with her in about 5...4...3...2...

Wait.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Why isn't this working?!?

"I'd be careful Autumn. Asmodeus is capable of charming and manipulating people to use to his advantage with his gaze alone. He just might eat you if you're not careful." Satan's words barely register in Asmo's head as he grips her chin just a tad tighter, gaze hardening as he tries to get his power to WORK. Autumn on the other hand, gives an indelicate snort and pulls away, swinging her gaze to Satan.

"He might, if he could actually use his power against me." The other demons present widen their eyes just a tad while Asmo lets out a defeated huff. He had such wonderful plans! Why would his power fail him so suddenly?

"Are you sure? There's not some perverse notion involving Asmo suddenly dancing through your head?" Satan sounds like he's in disbelief, and slightly impressed. Asmo on the other hand, is quite offended by the implications of his question.

"Hey -"

"Nothing that wasn't there before"

Would you look at that, Asmo's good mood is back.
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To say Satan was amused would be a severe understatement.

He would deny it with his dying breath, but Satan felt down right giddy. Lucifer was beyond frustrated, but because of his infuriating loyalty to Diavolo, he now has no way to take out his frustration on the cause of his strife.

Who was nothing more than a measley human girl.

Well, maybe girl is the wrong word Satan thinks to himself as he eyes her from his peripheal vision. Autumn was currently on the phone with Mammon, introducing herself and trying to convince him to actually attend this student council meeting so he could begin his babysitting duties. She's very expressive when she talks on the phone, as for a reason only she knows she is now bent over at the waist, head tilted to the side so her hair could skim the floor. A position he finds himself very fond of.

Satan watches Asmo for a moment, delighting in his conflicted expression. He knows his brother is bothered by his power malfunctioning, but Asmo also seems to be trying to figure out how to charm the clothes off Autumn's back the old fashioned way. If she is able to get under Asmo's thick skin, Satan is almost vibrating with anticpation of what she'll be able to do to Mammon.

"He seems reliable", Autumn says, sliding the DDD back into her pocket. The brothers all look at each other, Asmo and himself breaking into laughter while Lucifer looks at Autumn in concern.

"Yes well that's certainly not a common opinion about Mammon. In all truth, our brother is, how to put this as delicately as possible?" Lucifer muses to himself, and Satan helpfully provides an answer to his rhetorical question.

"Scum. Mammon is the scummiest creature in all three realms."

"Worst than the scum at the bottom of the barrel." Asmo supplies.

"Ah, yes, that. Mammon is indeed scum", and with that, Lucifer nods his head, effectively ending the discussion.

Autumn on the other hand, purses her lips the slightest bit, and there's a glint in her eyes as she studies the three demons before her. When she looks at Satan, he can see the way her gaze has hardened, and her lips curl with a hint of malice.

"Well if that's obviously the way he is, why don't we let me come to that conclusion on my own, yeah?"

Suddenly Satan understands how Lucifer was able to loose his temper.

There's something about the way she's almost looking down on him despite physically being smaller than him that makes him want to put her in her place. He can feel it like an itch at the base of his skull, and he would like to think it's a combination of his pride in his self control and how he is inherently better than Lucifer that keeps him for even considering scratching that itch.

In truth it's because Mammon chooses that moment to burst through the door.

Chapter 2: The First Pact

Summary:

Levi's plan felt a little... what's the word? Scummy. And Autumn knows what it's like to feel cornered, to feel like the demons are closing in on you just for being yourself. So if she was getting this pact, it'd be on her terms.

Notes:

Warnings: MC (Autumn) is AFAB; breasts are mentioned; there is slight gore; demonic aggression; human lives are threatened; Levi lets a little of his pervy side out.

“It’d make him?” the human asked, hand curling just a little bit tighter around the plastic card in her hand. Something about that concept just… didn’t sit well with them. “What exactly does that mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like,” Leviathan exclaimed, practically vibrating in his smug ‘checkmate’ status over his brother. “No matter how much he might wish to resist, he’d be forced to follow his master’s orders. He’d be strung along like a puppet while gathering all the money he owes me. Oh man, this is going to be fantastic!”

Autumn watched the elder demon before them, supposedly one of the strongest beings in this realm, and watched the resignation bleed into blue eyes. She watched as the line of his shoulders tightened, the tension of waiting for the guillotine to drop. She watched as that same tight line of his shoulders sagged, the heavy weight of anxiety and reservation pulling him down.

Leviathan continued to daydream and ramble, a background noise of exploitation of their pact. A pact that she already felt a territorial defense of, possessiveness of a non-existent claim curling around her heart. She didn't want to analyze that, didn't want to introspect on herself, not with Leviathan’s own possessive lilt hanging in the air. So she analyzed the fuming demon before her, still supplicating himself on his knees. Autumn tracks the way blue eyes steadily darken, hardening to sapphires, gold flecks vanishing. Autumn tracks his own stare, the way he hasn’t taken his eyes off the card in her hands since he spotted it. How even when pleading to Leviathan he never looked away, reminding her of a bird of prey honed in on its next meal. She tracks how energy is humming in the room, manifesting in twitches and fidgets along his arms, fingers itching to possess, to claim, to hoard.

She doesn't even realize she's drawn ‘Goldie’ closer until his eyes snap up to meet her own and she finds herself drowning in molten gold.

“Why are you letting him manipulate you like this,” the white-haired man growled. The consonants and vowels of his words tumbled past his lips, grating along his throat and his teeth before they fell on her ears. His voice echoed with aggression and disdain, clearly vexed by the events of the evening. Assumedly vexed by her. Yet, he did not take out that hostility on her, despite the ease with which he could have. It’s not like Leviathan would have stopped him, it’s not like she could’ve stopped him, it’s not like anyone would really mourn her, it’s not like anyone truly thought she'd survive the first week of this fucked up experiment.

And yet, and yet… all Mammon did was glare at her with those glinting, golden eyes.

“You’re the Avatar of Greed, right?” Autumn asked slowly. She was shifting, glacially, imperceptibly closer to Mammon. It was almost magnetic, his pull, her drawl. There was a subtle desire in the back of her mind that was urging her to continue her analysis just that extra one, two, five inches closer to the primordial being. But she wasn't the only one being drawn into an orbit. With every syllable that drips like honey from her lips, there is another shift from the elder demon, another centimeter bringing him closer to the human. Autumn dimly registers somewhere in the recesses of her head that the draw to him is probably a predatory instinct on his part. She's vaguely aware enough of it, enough to question what his excuse is for being drawn to her.

His lips curl in a snarl, something almost defensive tainting the corners of his lips and dripping from his canines. “Yeah, that’s me, the Great Mammon, the Avatar of Greed.”

“Then money’s your thing, right? Excessive material goods, shiny new toys, collecting and hoarding for the sake of just having,” her voice is light and airy, open curiosity apparent in the cadence of her lilting accent. She has captured both of the demons' attention now, Leviathan narrowing his eyes on her retreating figure as she continues her line of questioning. “A never-ending craving, that’s your whole shtick?”

Autumn finds herself some measly feet away from the older Avatar. Well within striking distance (she is well aware that the whole kitchen is ‘striking distance’ for both of them).

“What do you want, human?” The words are poisonous, bright and flashy venom he makes no attempt to disguise. Instinctively, she knows her body recognizes a threat and knows her heart is racing as it pumps adrenaline through her system. But she's always been stubborn, and as much as her body wants to survive, she wants to make something clear. The need to demonstrate something intrinsic about herself is overwhelming. And if one of the demons in the room kills her because of this, at least she went out on her own terms.

She holds the card out to Mammon.

Nobody reaches for it.

So the human extends her arm the slightest bit farther, loosening her grip just the slightest bit more. “Here. No strings, no pact necessary.”

The reaction is explosive. Mammon snatches the card from her hand, moving so quickly she is barely able to comprehend the motion. Leviathan screeches, hands slamming the island between him and the human. His form flickers, fraying at the edges as indignation physically coalesces around him. His vitriolic, vermillion eyes were snapping between her and his brother, assessing, calculating, strategizing. They settle on the human.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice faintly echoes, like the subtle reverb of waves crashing in a seaside cavern. The words crawl out of a mouth with teeth a little too long to pass as human anymore. It’s intimidating.

Autumn stares down Leviathan, shoulders rolled back and her chin lifted in proud defiance. It is the same way she stared down that demon that was intent on harassing her on the walk to the dorm this afternoon, thinking he’d found an easy target without a brother by her side. It is the same way she stared down her professor in their Demonology 101 class, attempting to make an example of humanity’s inferiority using her. It is the same way she stared down motherfucking Lucifer Morningstar himself, daring to tell him ‘no’ a mere hour into her new life in the Devildom.

Leviathan might be intimidating, but she has a fucking point to prove.

“I’m not going to manipulate someone into forming a pact with me. End of.”

“You think you have a choice?” His eyes have slitted, claws gouging the countertop. “You think a disgusting normie gets to make decisions? You don’t know your place. When I say ‘fetch’, you fetch. When I say ‘give me that’, you fork it over. When I say ‘wear a maid costume’, you say ‘yes, Master’. When I say ‘drown’, you choke on seawater. And when I tell you to make a pact with Mammon, you make the fucking pact.”

His shadow curls throughout the room, snaking its way around her own. His voice had deepened, the echoing quality magnifying, tidal waves beating against a cliffside. His voice slithered into her mind, coiling around her thoughts and dragging them down. And yet, and yet…

“Get used to disappointment Leviathan,” Autumn responds. Calm, collected, unfazed.

The Avatar of Envy lunges.

A hand grabs her wrist, nails pricking at the sensitive skin like talons snagging on wool, and the world blurs as she is pulled, yanked, catapulted into a hard chest. A crashing, snarling, howling sound comes from the place she just stood. A hand is placed on her sternum, steadying her along with the arm wrapped so tightly around her waist. Autumn opens her mouth, ready to protest, to demand, to bite an explanation out of the demon holding her, but that is not what happens.

What happens is Autumn bites her own tongue, blood pooling, and the coppery taste is invasive on her taste buds. Her jaw seizes, clamping down the scream building up. She has too much survival instinct, too much common sense, too much pride. Too much of everything coursing through her to allow herself to show fear in the face of the demon whose fingers have curled into her flesh. His nails - no, his talons - pierce her skin enough to bleed. The blood drips down her, spilling from her wound and from her mouth, painting her torso with it. Autumn's eyes are wide and panicked, locked on Mammon’s that burn brighter with every rumbling growl that slips past his lips.

Soon it is not just his eyes burning, something shiny catching in her peripheral. She tries to look, tries to turn her gaze onto something new, but is unable to pull away from the gold pooling behind strands of white hair. Her chest is still bleeding around his claws, but what once was dark, mesmerizing crimson is becoming viscous precious metal. It chugs through her veins, taking time to reach every cell, every atom of her mortal flesh with its molten heat.

Right when she thinks she’ll have to swallow her pride and whimper a plea of mercy, the gold in her veins rapidly pulls back, collecting and pooling in her left pectoral. Shapes paint themselves in a frenzy in the area directly above her heart, spanning from the bottom of her breast to her collarbone, from her sternum to her underarm. She can not understand them, can not even look at them trapped as she is in the second-eldest’s stare, but she knows the gold tattooing itself into her skin, into her muscles and sinew, into her very soul. She knows the sigils spell out a claim for every living thing in all the realms that she belongs to the Avatar of Greed himself.

Finally, Mammon releases her, hand retracting after a soft pat over the area he’d been carving himself into, eyes drifting down her frame to take in the mark for himself. Autumn takes a moment to breathe, to recalibrate, to reassess the situation. She notices that they are pressed up against the wall, Mammon’s lanky frame crowding her (shielding her). With his attention diverted, she is able to see Leviathan hovering in the wake of his destruction, considerably calmer but still glaring at them. However, his obvious annoyance is not enough to stop him from trying to see around his brother to see the pact mark for himself.

Speaking of, Autumn finally has the wherewithal to take a look at the damage done to her, softly gasping at what she sees. First, where she knows there should be deep gashes from Mammon’s attack on her chest, she finds wounds stitching themselves back together, not even leaving behind a scar. Second, the glittering shapes inked into her skin are captivating. The mark is massive, with symbols and glyphs and demonic lettering radiating out from a central focal point. With how low that focal point is in the overarching design of the mark (directly in front of her heart), the overall design reminds her of a rising sun. Mammon is tracing a specific line of letters near the center, and it is absolutely fascinating how there is no raised or irritated skin. It’s almost like a birthmark, an intrinsic part of herself that has always been there, despite its recent origins.

Leviathan’s soul-escaping screech causes them both to finally pull away from their little bubble. Mammon is instantly crowding her again, pressing her behind him as his hackles rise. Autumn’s guard is up as well, wiggling her way to the white-haired demon’s side so she can assess any threats for herself. She places a reassuring hand on Mammon’s arm, and something flares up deep within her soul in response.

Leviathan goes even redder once he can fully see Autumn, slamming his hands over his eyes and dropping into a crouch, curling in on himself until he resembles a steaming ball more than an ancient cosmic entity. She cuts a glance to Mammon, who has marginally relaxed by now and offers her a classic ‘I’ve got no clue’ shrug. They do not have to wait long for Leviathan to inform them of what exactly was wrong.

“PUT YOUR 3D TIT AWAY!”

Autumn blinks. She looks at Mammon. Mammon blinks. They both look down at Autumn's chest. Sure as shit, her already baggy and loose shirt was yanked down far enough on her left side that her whole left boob was just… out. One of them must have moved the shirt aside to investigate the mark better. She looks back at Mammon. Mammon begins blushing so hard she can feel the heat simmering off of him from here.

Casually, Autumn fixes her shirt.

“Thanks, by the way”. She was addressing Mammon specifically, but she spoke to the room at large, considering both of the high and mighty demons had turned into blushing maidens and were studiously avoiding looking in her direction. The same powerful demons, mind you, that were just willing to show off their dark prowess and skills to intimidate the human in the room not even thirty or so minutes ago. Yeah, those demons. She continued despite no visual acknowledgment. “You absolutely did not have to do that, but I appreciate it nonetheless.”

Mammon glanced at her, mustering up some of his usual bravado. “Yeah, well, you better be grateful, human. Not every day the Great Mammon deems a mortal worthy of his pact.”

“You made a pact with a witch two months ago for 2,000 grimm.”

“OI!”

The brothers began fighting, wrestling with the intent to pester, not harm, and Autumn watched. A fond smile found its way onto her face, a warmth suffusing through her system at the chaos of the kitchen. Absent-mindedly, she rubbed her new mark, thinking over the events that just transpired.

What Leviathan had just said, about the witch, something about it stuck with her. Sure, it was a comment meant to showcase what Mammon is willing to sell his pact for, and how frequently those exchanges seem to happen. But… why form a pact with her then? He didn’t take anything from her, she was pretty sure she would feel a claim on her very soul, and it still felt like it belonged to herself. Hmmm, puzzling no doubt, but she was content to let the man keep his secrets.

Be grateful, human.

That’s an order from her demon she thinks she can follow.

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A never-ending craving, that’s your whole schtick?

No strings, no pact necessary.

I’m not going to manipulate someone into forming a pact with me. End of.

Hours later, those words are still rattling around in his head. It was damn annoying, constantly thinking about what happened in the House of Lamentation kitchen last night. He didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to think about how her words had dripped like honey through his veins, didn’t want to think about how something deep in him snarled at the idea of Levi hurting her, didn’t want to think about how his soul felt like it settled when his power melted her blood.

If he had thought about it in the moment, he could have argued away his brothers’ taunts at the breakfast table this morning. For every claim of ‘now you’re really stuck with them,’ he’d argue that he could do his job of babysitter better. And he could, hell with the pact he could do his job (or punishment depending on who’s asking) more efficiently through the pact. He’s supposed to protect her, and now he can locate her at a moment’s notice with just a little tug on the ephemeral string tying them together. Honestly, Lucifer should be praising him for taking this assignment so seriously.

He didn’t want to think about how he hadn’t been thinking about it in the moment. He didn’t want to think about how he was running on instinct when he sank his claws into her flesh and began the spell that bound her to him and him to her. He didn’t want to think about how he just gave away his pact, without taking a single thing from her in exchange.

“Autumn, sweetie, you’re going to rub your skin raw if you keep at it,” Asmo said, jolting both the human and demon out of their thoughts. Mammon glanced over and pointedly ignored the flush building on his face. It’s not like seeing her tracing the letters spelling out his name did anything for him.

He isn’t going to think about the voice in the back of his head purring at the sight. He isn’t going to think about how his sin curls around the pact bound in his soul and whispers ‘mine’.

No, for now, Mammon is just going to take his human by the hand and drag them to R.A.D. He’ll save all that thinking for later.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Chaos in the Devildom