Unrecognizable

by MrsRubble

Summary:

M/N was only trying to get at least 3 hours of sleep, but then, uh oh, he’s in a strangers body. Not just any stranger, but Mammon, the sin of greed.

Why is God punishing him now?

Chapter 1: Who are you?

Sighing deeply, staring into his reflection with an odd expression. M/N didn’t know what to think. One moment he was in bed sleeping, next thing, he was laying in a stranger's bed.

“Who are you?” He asks, staring at the stranger in the mirror. He has bright white hair, deep blue eyes and smooth dark skin. He was gorgeous, like an model.

M/N didn’t understand. Who could have brought him here, whose body was this, why did he have desires he didn’t have before. How in God's name did this even happen?

Exiting the bathroom, he looks around the bedroom. The room had two floors, top floor had a car and a bed, bottom had the aspects of a living room.

“Bing!”

“A.. Phone?” Picking up the phone, he flips it around curiously. “Must be his..” turning the phone on, he focuses on the wallpaper. It was a photo of the car. He didn’t know what kind of car it was, he much preferred motorcycles.

“What was the password?” He tried to think, maybe he shared the memories with this person, but he just couldn’t. Maybe they’ll come in due time? He just didn’t know.

Looking around the room once more, he finds a uniform-like outfit. The crest spelled out RAD.

He didn’t recognize the language, but he was able to read it right away. Must have been from the basic memory of this body.

“Hey Scumbag!” Yelled a voice from the other side of the bedroom door. “Wake up. Lucifer told me to tell you breakfast is ready!”

“Lucifer?” M/N whispers, feeling uncomfortable, he picks up the uniform. Today is Friday so he assumed this person must be going to school.

He stares at his reflection again through the mirror after putting the uniform on. It looked sloppy and he didn’t even put the tie on. M/N never even wore one before so why should he start now?

Exiting the bedroom, he comes face to face with a plant. He didn’t recognize it, and that was odd because he liked plants and studied much about them when he was a child.

He looks around the hall. A long hall that was adorned with a red and golden carpet that looked more expensive than his whole apartment.

“Gosh, where am I?” He questioned, looking around the hall with curiosity and amazement. The place was beautiful, like an antique maze that he could just get lost in.

 

“When I tell you the look on his face LOLOL!” Yelled a person down the stairs. It was the same person from before. Following the sound of the voice, he entered a huge dining room, sat in the middle was a large table with 6 other people eating at it.

One of the men looks up from his food and stares at M/N. He has bright blond hair and deep green eyes.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” He points out to the rest of the group.

“Mammon, why are you late?” Asks another one, he had deep black hair with white fades, and has deep red eyes that resemble blood. He was sitting at the head of the table.

’Mammon..’ M/N thinks of that name. That must be the name of the body he possessed. He quickly recognized the name.

Mammon is the name of one of the 7 rulers of hell, and is the Prince of Greed.

He could recognize it anywhere, M/N was a huge fan of mythology and demonology back when he was a teenager.

 

“What are you doing? Sit down, or Beel will eat all your food.” Said the black haired one.

“Alright..” M/N mumbled, quickly finding a seat. He’s in between a guy with purple hair and another guy with orange hair. He looked at all the food, it didn’t look all that appetizing. He didn’t recognize any of it. He felt sick.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Asks the orange haired guy.

“I’m not that hungry.” M/N replied, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Beel, leave him be. If he wants to go hungry, let him.” Says the purple haired guy, who was also the voice from this morning.

“Hmm, okay.” ’Beel’ says, going back to hogging everything down.

“Satan, I took the cutest photo this morning, look!” Said a guy across from me, showing his phone to the blond guy. He has champagne colored hair and a bright smile that shows off sharp teeth.

’Did he say Satan?’ M/N thought. Now thinking about the other names.

Mammon, which is the name that belongs to this body. Lucifer, the name the purple haired guy told me, satan and Beel which probably means Beelzebub. Does that mean that everyone at this table is an avatar to a sin?

“Holy shit.” M/N blurts out, as if he just solved a world's problem.

“Hey, don’t just yell like that!” Says the purple haired guy. “You almost made me lose my streak in Ruri Tunes!”

“Ah.. Sorry.” M/N apologizes, trying to figure out which one this guy is.

“Everyone, you’re gonna be late.” Says the one at the head of the table, who M/N assumed is Lucifer. “I already let Diavolo know I will be tardy.”

One by one, everyone left the table except for M/N, Beelzebub and a sleeping guy next to the glutinous fellow.

“Belphie, wake up. We have to get to Rad.” Beelzebub starts shaking the sleeping figure who he now knows is Belphegor.

Standing up, M/N follows both guys out into a town.

The air smelt of fresh bread and smoke. The smell of bread was probably the most welcoming he’s felt sense entering this body.

“Beel, stop trying to go to the bakeries. If we’re late, Lucifer will punish us both.” Belphegor says sleepily, grabbing onto beelzebubs jacket.

“Oh, right.” Beelzebub says sadly, holding his grumbling stomach, slowly following Belphegor like a lost puppy.

M/N can only tilt his head at the noise. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the demons were starving him.

M/N just hoped he wouldn’t be eaten.

Walking up to a huge castle like building, he’s greeted with many different kinds of people. Some with horns, some with multiple arms, wings and eyes. Hell, even some that represents animals.

It finally dawned on M/N.

He was in hell.

With demons.

Humans natural predators.

But why was M/N here? He didn’t know mammon, how was he supposed to blend in?

One wrong move and he could be eaten, he was terrified.

He felt sick. The urge to throw up his non existing breakfast was high.

“I need to find my classroom.” M/N concluded. “Right now.”

Miraculously, M/N was able to find it right away.

He chose a seat in the back, where no one could bother him.

“Oh God, please let me get through this day in peace.” He prays.

Chapter 2

Summary:

M/N meets the Prince!

Notes:

I have a few facts at the end notes about M/N. If you want me to add anymore details to him, feel free to comment them! ^_^

From what he could gather, he’s currently in a place called the Devildom, the residential area for demons. And the school he’s currently in is actually called Royal Academy of Diavolo.

He assumed that Diavolo was a king of the past or something.

Class ended a moment ago, so he just followed the crowd and tried to blend in.

M/N needed information, and he needed it now. Finding the library was the first thing on his list of what to do.

Walking through the hallways he could hear people, hear conversations from the other far side of the hall. His senses were heightened, the new experience and feelings were terrible. M/N felt nauseous.

After avoiding every single person he could, which was hard because apparently Mammon was such an important person, he finally makes his way up to two double doors that lead to the library. The library was huge, Everywhere he looked there were walls upon walls of literature that he’s never even seen before.

M/N runs his hand through Mammon's white hair, and starts making his way towards the history section.

“Why are there so many books about war, is it a demon thing?” M/N groans in frustration, looking through the history books.

Finding the ones that look to have the most information, he finds a small isolated area of the library.

From what he could gather, the celestial war was the war that caused Mammon and the other six men to fall from heaven. There wasn’t much information. Actually there was barely any.

M/N wasn’t really interested in the fall of Mammon and his brothers, but reading it could be important to who and how Mammon was.

The history books all felt like fantasy novels, the plot, the ‘characters’ and the world development.

M/N was hooked.

The Demon king was currently sleeping underneath Devildom, leaving his work to his son Diavolo. Who actually wasn’t a king, but the crown prince and creator of this school.

Looking up at the clock, he notices that he’s been in the library for a couple hours, meaning he missed his last few classes.

“When did time fly so fast? I swear it was only eleven a clock thirty minutes ago..” M/N furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Dismissing it, he looks back at his book, which he was now reading a cooking books.

The food didn’t look appetizing in the slightest. Even the Devildom equivalent of his favorite food looked absolutely abominable. If he was gonna be stuck in this body, he’s gotta somehow learn to eat it.

“Mammon?” Called a familiar voice. “What are you doing here?”

M/N looks up from his book to be greeted by Satan.

“Hey..” M/N greeted awkwardly. “Just felt like reading some books.”

“You felt like reading?” He asks. “When were you so interested in History?”

Satan crosses his arms, giving Mammon a look of uncertainty.

M/N was about to reply when Satan shook his head in a dismissive way.

“Never mind, it doesn't matter. Lucifer told me to come find you, have a student council meeting, remember?”

M/N looks at him hiding his confusion with a quick nod. “Uhh, y-yeah. Sorry, I lost track of time..” he gives Satan a weak grin.

“Are you trying to run away from the meeting again?” He gives M/N a certain look, M/N couldn’t decipher it. “Do you remember what happened last time you did that?” Satan asks, followed by a small chuckle.

“What? Uhm, no.. nothing like that.” M/N looks away.

Satan sighs, not believeing him, makes his way towards the closest exit. M/N quickly follows, not knowing where the council room was.

M/N was in the student council during his High school days, the familiarity of that made M/N sick.

“What were you even reading about?” Satan asks, clearly curious about the out of character act of his brother.

M/N doesn’t even try to look at Satan, opting to just look at the walls and the floor. “Ahh, you know, history.” He pauses, “Yeah, that’s all.”

Satan looks at him clear skepticism but finds it worthless to divulge any further. Coming up to the council room, which had gigantic double doors, even bigger than the libraries.

M/N enters the room with relaxed shoulders and a calm gaze, but internally, he was freaking out. He assumed that the people from this morning AND this Prince Diavolo was apart of the student council.

The room was huge. It looks like a dark courtroom, seven chairs and one bigger chair just a level higher facing a bunch of tables and chairs. In the middle of the room was an oval shaped table with 8 chairs, much like the ones from earlier. In the big chair, M/N notices a man, dark red hair and dark skin and a smile plastered on his face. That was the prince, the next king.

“Mammon what are you doing?” Calls Lucifer. “Sit down.” He orders.

“Ah, y-yeah sorry.” M/N quickly apologized, finding his way to the seat next to Lucifer.

“Where were you?” Lucifer sternly asks, clearly not wanting to hear any excuse that the real Mammon would spout.

“The library.” He answers honestly.

Lucifer looks at him, not believing a single word. “There’s no point in lying.”

“He’s telling the truth.” Satan quickly cuts in. “He was reading a cookbook when I got there, but I also saw some history books.”

“Why would he of all people be in the library?” Asks the Champaign hair guy, staring into a small mirror

“Maybe he’s scheming something again.” The Ruri guy quipped.

“But why history, Levi?” Champaign guy asks, putting his small hand mirror down.

“How should I know, do you think I’d know everything about Mammin, Asmo?” Asks Leviathan, who M/N can now dub as.

“Well yeah?” Asmodeus barks out a laugh. “You two always end up causing some sort of trouble, I almost thought you shared the same brain cells.”

Leviathan was about to bark back when Lucifer quickly shut them down.

“Enough, all of you!” He speaks, everyone quickly quiets down.

Diavolo laughs at Lucifer’s action. “Lucifer, calm down, they’re just doing what siblings do.” Setting his hand on his dear friend's shoulder. “Relax a little.”

Lucifer only grunts in frustration. Giving every single one of his siblings a look of ‘no more fighting, or else’.

“Alright, now that everyone’s here, let us get to the main point as to why we are all here.” Diavolo goes on to explain future events he wishes to have at RAD and asks every single one of them their opinion.

M/N got the impression that Lucifer’s opinion meant the most and if he agrees then the rest of the brothers will.

Except Satan, he disagreed with everything Lucifer said which resulted in a verbal battle between them. If it wasn’t for Diavolo, it would have ended in a physical battle.

An hour passed and everyone was released to do their own thing. M/N quickly gets up to leave for the home he awoke in, but was quickly stopped by Diavolo.

“Mammon, are you free?” He asks, blocking his path. Lucifer looks over to M/N and Diavolo in curiosity.

“Did Mammon do something?” Lucifer asks. “If he did, I apologize. I’ll punish him thoroughly.

“Not at all!” Diavolo answers Lucifer. “But I do need to speak to Mammon in private..”

Lucifer nodded, looking at Diavolo with uncertainty then turned to M/N, giving him a look that M/N couldn’t understand.

After Lucifer leaves the room, Diavolo turns to M/N. ”Let’s sit, shall we?“ He gestures to the table.

Another man walks into the room. M/N remembers him from one of the few classes he attended today. He was called Barbatos if he could remember correctly.

He just walks up behind M/N silently, casting a spell binding him to his chair.

“Now answer, who are you?” Diavolo asks, glaring straight at M/N, the man possessing Mammon’s body. “And don’t think about lying.”

M/N could only pray that he’d make it out of this alive.

Notes:

M/N is religious, he is Christian to be exact.

M/N is actually based off one of my OCs. He doesn’t have a name, I called him Priest sense he’s a Priest. M/N isn’t a priest though.

He’s into both men and woman, just currently unlabeled.

M/N loves fantasy novels, especially if they have romance in them.

He can skillfully fight with a spear, daggers and Morningstars. Though he’s never showed off.

M/N has a soft spot for Children.

M/N injured his Left eye when he was 14.

M/N isn’t picky with food sense he was poor for most of his childhood. He was just caught off guard from the food of Devildom.

When M/N gets nervous, he gets urges to throw up all his food.

M/N doesn’t like studying.

He’s a maladaptive daydreamer.

He was into Demonology back in high-school (stated once in last chapter) as a curious hobby, I will most likely get into that further in a future chapter, just not for awhile.

If you have anymore details you want to add, please do comment them! ^_^

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Summary:

M/N chats with Lord Diavolo

Notes:

Very rushed and probably confusing.

M/N stare at him in shock, clearly not expecting that question. “I-I’m sorry?” He sputtered. “I don’t understand your question..” He turns from the Prince’s sharp gaze, trying to swollen the lump stuck in his throat.

“Must I ask again?” The prince in front of him asks sternly, “Who are you? What are you doing in Mammon's body?” He leans forward, almost as if he’s trying to read his thoughts just from Mammon’s eyes alone.

They do say the eyes are the windows to the soul.

“I..” M/N looks around, eyes landing on Barbatos for a moment who was also staring at him with an intense smile. Turning back to the table area in front of the prince. M/N’s urge to throw up was getting unbearable. Everything is spinning, why must this happen to him. He’s gonna die. He’s gonna die. He doesn’t want to die.

What if this man deems me a threat and kills me and I never return to my body? Am I gonna be stuck in this body forever?

M/N could feel his breathing starting to pick up at an overwhelming pace, tears start brimming in his eyes. A sickening sensation of nausea built up inside of him as the overwhelming stress and discomfort consumed his entire demeanor. He could feel the bile rising in his throat, despite the empty stomach. He tried to focus on his breathing, but that was becoming quite difficult with the urge to throw up here stronger and stronger, too much to bear.

M/N tries to bring his hand up to his mouth but fails miserably because of the bindings, vomiting all over the table. Clear smelly substance dripping from his mouth and off the table.

“Oh dear.” Barbatos mutters.

“Ah, oh.” Is all the prince says.

The prince and his butler look at him wide eyed.

M/N looks away trying not to break down into a sobbing mess from stress and embarrassment.

“It seems that we have overwhelmed you a little too much..” Prince Diavolo says, clearing his throat. He looks at Barbatos, giving a signal. Barbatos nods back.

“Barbatos is gonna undo the bindings, I expect you to stay where you are.” The prince explained, using a softer tone. M/N nods in agreement, not looking up. Barbatos snaps his fingers and M/N’s hands are free. M/N brings Mammons hands up, messaging the sensitive skin. Barbatos hands him a white handkerchief.

 

“Now, I want you to answer my questions, and don’t lie, I will know.” The prince warns.

M/N hesitatingly looks up at the butler, taking the handkerchief. Barbatos starts cleaning the table, being mindful to not enter M/N’s personal space. And good thing for that, if he did M/N might have just broken down.

“Alright..” The poor human nods. Eyeing the butler, feeling guilty that he had to clean his mess.

Diavolo nods, appreciating the cooperation. “Alright, please introduce yourself, who are you?”

“I am M/N...” He answers truthfully. Not even thinking about lying. What’s the point in lying to the prince, is he asking for death. Diavolo nods, believing him.

“How did you enter Mammon’s body, M/N?” The Prince asks, but it felt more like a demand.

“I-I don’t know, one moment I was drifting to sleep; the next I was in a demon's body.” M/N shakes his head, explaining carefully trying to not shrink in his chair.

Diavolo rests his hand on his chin, stroking his non-existent beard. Then he asks, “Are you a sorcerer or a witch? Do you work with magic?”

M/N just stares at him confused, ‘sorcerer, magic? What does that mean?’

“Elaborate?” M/N asks, looking the prince dead in his eyes. “What do you mean by magic?” He asks. He crosses his arms, leaning in his chair.

Remembering that the two men and the body he was in were demons, he finally understood why the prince asked that.

M/N was into demonology back when he was younger, it was a curious hobby that didn’t last long, only a few months. Heck, he even tried a couple of the ‘spells’ inside of the books he read. His caretaker was extremely angry with him because of it. He lost all interest in it after that.

Magic though? How can he learn such a thing.

Diavolo laughs, “You don’t seem to understand what I just asked, so it must’ve not have been you who did this.” He then copies M/N’s pose, relaxing in his own chair.

“We can tell that you were put in Mammon’s body with magic, but we don’t know who’s.” Barbatos explains, setting two tea cups on the table. “It was quite difficult for us to notice that you weren’t Mammon to begin with.” He pours a weird kind of tea into both cups.

“How so?” The younger male looks at Barbatos, Prince Diavolo answers before Barbatos could reply.

“Your soul.” He pauses, furrowing his eyebrows, “It’s similar to Mammon’s, not the same but identical.”

“Is this some sort of jape?” M/N asks, observing the prince trying to find any possibilities that this was a joke.

“We asked you to stay to see if we were wrong.” The Prince says, folding his hands on the table. “And unfortunately, it seems we were correct on our assumed thoughts.” He sighs deeply.

M/N nods “I suppose I understand there.” He then looks at the prince, “What I don’t understand is, why are Mammon's and my soul similar, each soul should be different.”

Prince Diavolo nods, taking a sip of his tea. “You two are different. Your soul just looks similar by coincidence. It happens on extremely rare occasions.”

M/N watches as Prince Diavolo puts down his cup. The Prince gives M/N a smile. He couldn’t understand if the smile was real or not. The prince was a difficult character for M/N. From his tone, he seemed like an amazing understanding man, while from his presence alone makes him a terrifying man.

 

“Will I ever return to my own body?” M/N asks nervously. Looking the prince deep into his eyes, fidgeting with a coin that was in Mammon's uniform.

The prince looks at him hesitantly, “That, we don’t know..” He answers slowly, “But don’t worry, we’ll help you.” He smiles at the human.

M/N nods. “Does this mean I’m not gonna be treated as a threat?” He asks curiously.

The prince just smiles at him. “No, I have not deemed you a threat, but you still need to be watched before I can trust you.” M/N nods completely understanding where the prince is coming from.

Even M/N wouldn’t trust some rando who took over your servant’s body. He still didn’t know what Mammon’s place was in this world other than being the lord of greed.

“My lord,” Barbatos speaks up, “You have a meeting you must attend soon, remember.” He smiles down at the Prince. Prince Diavolo looks at Barbatos with pleading eyes. “Can’t I skip this one?” He asks.

Barbatos shakes his head, “Not this one, I’m afraid.”

M/N watches as them converse before breaking into the conversation. “Excuse me..” he says.

The prince and the butler look over at him. “Yes, M/N, is there something you need to say?” The Prince asks.

“How do I return to the manor that Mammon lives in, I don’t remember where it is..” he asks.

Diavolo hums while he thinks of a way to help, Barbatos then offers to help the poor soul and the prince agrees.

—

The walk back was eventful, Barbatos explained what places were and what places were popular. One place being Majolish which seems to be Mammon's favorite place from what he told me.

M/N took this time to tour around a little sense he wasn’t able to this morning. The streets were busy, many buying things that look straight out of a wizarding book or clothes and food. The streets were adorned with fairy light and trees that hung over the road.

“Oh, and be sure to send us a message if you’re having any trouble.” Barbatos says when they walk up to the House of Lemantation’s front door.

“That will be difficult.” M/N coughs, “I don’t know the password to Mammon's phone.” He lifts his hand to make a gesture like he’s holding a phone.

“I suppose that would happen, you didn’t seem to have inherited Mammon’s memories.” He places his hand on his chin. “His password is 66777, remember that.” He gives M/N a polite bow before he turns to walk away.

“Alright..” M/N watches as the butler walks away.

He turns back around to the front door, trying to hype himself up. Gaining enough courage, he enters the manor. It’s quiet, no one was waiting for Mammon.

M/N makes his way up the stairs, admiring the architecture. M/N has always admired architects. The manor could easily be passed off as a Haunted house, which made M/N a little happy. He’s always liked the thrill of horror and all that stuff.

M/N made his way up the stairs, passing antique paintings and vases with plants he’s never seen before. The hallways stretch along as if there were no ending to it.

“It seems you’ve returned.” A stern voice behind M/N said. He turns around, greeted by Lucifer, arms crossed who is visibly irritated.

“H-hey Lucifer..” M/N stutters, he quickly shuts his mouth, internally scolding himself.

Lucifer’s glare seemed to harden when he heard Mammon’s voice, M/N shrinks when he sees the irritation in his eyes.

“Did you steal from the schools budget again?” Lucifer questioned, clearly not looking for an excuse.

M/N looks at him with an astounded face.

”Steal?” M/N asks.

Lucifer just watches Mammon, confused and displeased. There was something wrong with Mammon, something different. He didn’t like it. He was worried.

“So did you?” He asks again, only to sigh and turn away. “Never mind, I’ll ask Lord Diavolo tomorrow. Go to bed.” Then he just walks away.

M/N sighs in relief, glad that nothing happened.

“Ahh, I should probably look at mammon’s phone before tomorrow.” M/N mumbles, before retracing his steps back to Mammon's room.

Notes:

I’m back, and I may update this chapter in the future. I started this chapter back when I published the last one, but I was unsure on how to end it when M/N got back to the house that it’s kinda rushed. I do hope you enjoyed it though!

Also fact! Mammons password is 66777 because Lucifer’s birthday is June 6th and 777 is the number you get on a slot machine, or from what I’ve seen sense I’ve never been to a casino before.