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Diavolo wanted to see you use your pact on Satan, but…intimately, since Diavolo wasn’t allowed to make a pact with you…he wanted to know through your demons with pacts, he wanted to know what it felt like…

Satan only agreed as an excuse to info dump onto you two, he wanted to over explain it but you doubt he knew what you had in mind.

Diavolo watched with great interest as you order Satan to kneel in front of you, then ordered him to…begin touching himself. Satan was embarrassed but didn’t even protest, he seems to to be disinterested in Diavolo with this new turn of events.

“Satan…are you able to resist..?” Diavolo says with curiosity and interest. “Can you stop if you wanted?”

Satan huffs and shakes his head. “N-no I can’t resist it well or stop it outright…” Satan moans loudly as you order him to squeeze himself.

Diavolo looks so excited at that. “What does it feel like?”

Satan groans in response but you speak before he can. “It’s like pressure on his body forcing him to obey, it’s exhausting to resist.” Satan nods. You see Diavolo walking over. “Satan, but order you to bow to Diavolo while stroking yourself.”

Both of them blush and Satan almost instantly undoes his pants and strokes himself, bowing deeply to Diavolo, who’s both excited and impressed.

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now, with the courage he mustered up internally—mammon decides to confront them like he's accusing that they're at fault for something trivially bad. yeah.

“o- oi human... what’cha starin’ at me with that look for?? ”

the words simple slip so easily out of his mouth as the burning grows more prominent and quite warmer when the staring doesn’t stop, more likely directed at his eyes specifically; you can still see his lashes fluttering every time he blinks.

with his gaze now focused on you; your arms drapped over his shoulders in a careless manner but secure enough for him to not shrug you off intentionally (not that he would) and your legs crossed and locked around his waist, your head rested on his shoulder—or your arm—as you stare with a sleepy look in your drooping eyes, like you’re at the brink of giving up staying awake any longer but yet you remain at least half-lidded the entire time.

moving your position slightly, the question he asked has you speaking up a bit. “hmmph...”, a soft hum erupts from your throat, half of your face burrowed within his sweater as you made sure to keep your horns away—sppcifically the tips—to prevent injuring him by total accident, “I don’t know... just.. I like how pretty your eyes appear when you wear those shades. the black ones with an orange golden-like gradient in the lenses. ’ts like a sunset’s reflection on a blue sea, but your eyes are very pretty either way; with or without shades.”

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... dammit human....

mammon does not have any idea on how to respond—momentarily frozen with his thumb paused the second before it can touch the screen of his D.D.D. that showed the homepage of Devilgram.

congrats mc, you broke him.

“mams?” your weary voice with a hint of amusement brings mammon’s blue-screen-of-death mind back to the present, following a brief chuckle to escape you. “seems like even the littlest of compliments can make you react like a reindeer caught in the headlights.”

that sentence makes the poor second born sputter and stumble over his words, a dark red-ish flush blooms over his cheeks from embarrassment and being a flustered mess; darkening his skin by the blood rushing to his face.

“we- well, of course you’d see the great mammon in that way! ... no, i am not blushing- it’s just a little hot in ’ere! yer just seein’ things.. and no i ain’t enjoying this at all, human! i’m just lettin’ ya do this because i allow ya to, ’kay?!” despite his denies and protests about ever feeling warm and fuzzy in this moment, you can still tell he’ll treasure this memory a lot in the future.

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