Mammon

The human. Stupid human. That human.

Those are a few things Mammon called you to your face or describing you to the shady demons he hung around with when he gambled.

But when he was alone, it was like a switch had flipped. He loved you. He was jealous when you spent time with the other brothers, even if he attempted to hide it. He constantly thought about you, what it would be like to make sweet love to you at night and kiss you afterwards.

He would do anything for you. You had him wrapped around your finger and you knew it.

Mammon trudges into your room, his ears a bit red. A stark contrast to his tan skin.

"S-So...I heard...t-there's a...dance or something coming up. It's stupid, but..um..are you going to go, human?" He asks, picking at his fingers and looking away from you as his cheeks continue to gain color.