Say What You Really Mean [Mammon/Reader]
Summary: You were finally sick of being talked down to and snapped. Mammon was only adding fuel to the fire.
a/n: this was a lot of fun to write, i hope yall like it! this is a request response! obey me requests are still open!
The epitome of placidity is the creative description your best friend back in the human world had bestowed you with in high-school. You knew it was due in part from your upbringing; the rigid encouragement from family to keep your lips tight, eyes on your textbooks and studies, and essentially to do everything possible to go deter provoking anyone. Or more specifically, making a mar on your family or bring eyes to your status in society.
Such a mentality followed you into the Devildom in the beginning. Those insults that the surlier demons spat at you lanced deep into your heart, made your bones ache, face sear pink in embarrassment, and had you convinced for quite a long time that everything was true. You withered deeper into yourself; that safe shell, the impregnable fortress built of dismissive laughter, impassive responses, and unreadable expressions that betrayed how you truly felt.
You could laugh and bellow with the best of them, and shrug off the harshest jeer almost as though it had passed right over your head. That was never the case, you fully comprehended what was being said about you and to you; you understood that some of those demons meant to demean, deride, obliterate any shred of pride or even the audacity to entertain that you could be capable of anything aside from taking a repeated lashing.
Those demons you could tolerate well, their intentions were clear and their hearts and souls were often as ugly as they were physically. It would always sting a bit, but you soon they faded into the background like the hum of a fan in the summer. It was harder to stomach the comments that came from the demon brothers, the celestials, or even the handful of others you had grown an affinity for.
In particular, you faced this challenge with Mammon.
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