TheLoreManiac

The courses at RAD are so different from those that you are used to so that it’s both fascinating and utterly frustrating. Learning how to create poisons might come in handy, but what are the true chances of you encountering a wild dragon in the midst of a snowstorm in hell and why would you need to know how to convince it to keep you warm? In reality, going anywhere near such a thing would be a death sentence and just because, in theory, you and that giant mythical beast could form a partnership, doesn’t mean you’d want to try. The dragon would probably clean the meat off your bones like a chicken wing and then use your femur as a toothpick. No, thank you.

Anyway, as ridiculous as some of these lessons are, you are also taught quite a lot and demon studies has quickly become your favorite course. It’s just so interesting to learn more about their history and nature in the Devildom. Of course, the brothers have also taught you a lot just by being, well, them, but it’s nice to get official answers through the textbooks and lectures. Satan especially takes the time to make you understand everything. He can’t let you return to the human realm with half-truths, now, can he? In return, you help him understand humanity better. At first, he denied ever being interested but you knew that was a lie, everyone within a 100 mile radius knew that was a lie. You could see the questions forming behind his eyes and after a begrudging, “I suppose I do have one question…” from him, the questions just kept coming.

“Why does everyone get a month except for Mammon?” You asked amidst one of your study sessions with Satan. The blond perked up, glancing at your notes from today’s lesson. A snort, then a smirk. “Because he’s so stupid, he couldn’t even tell you about the 12 months that do exist.” That earned him a punch to the upper arm, which he quickly returned with a glare and a low growl, “What was that for?!” But you just glared right back. Satan knew what this was for, he doesn’t have to act dumb now. With a long sigh, he put his own books and notes aside before honestly, and probably for the first time since you met him, shrugging. “I honestly don’t know. Perhaps he wasn’t strong enough to have a whole month? Perhaps he was forgotten? Perhaps he was too greedy with the whole thing, wanted more than just a month, and was just banned entirely? That’s probably a question only one of the old Kings could answer.”

Satan’s answer didn’t truly satisfy you but you accepted it, for now. “Well, I think it sucks and we should do something about it.” Your words, however nice they might be, just made the blond laugh. “What makes you think that we should do anything? If you feel bad for him, go ahead. I don’t.” Seriously, why does he need to be dragged into this? Mammon himself probably didn’t even think about it like this. Actually, scratch that, Mammon doesn’t think much at all. The next time Satan meets your eyes, you’re glaring at him again, a look which he returns with a glare of his own. Why are you being so difficult? None of the brothers actually care for their months; it’s just another month. The only one who used his power surge during his month was Leviathan, and only because it had to do with a mission concerning Hell’s Navy and seeing as he’s the Grand Admiral… well, it came in handy.

“I want you to give him next march.” You tell him bluntly and Satan actually just blinks at you for a moment. The Audacity! “What? Why!?” he exclaimed, glaring harder. He doesn’t necessarily care about his month, but ‘giving it up’? “This isn’t some kind of exchange, (Y/N). I can’t just give whatever power surge I have over to another, that’s not how it works.” You knew that, but you also knew that this was the only month that made sense. “Look Satan, I’m just asking you to give him a spotlight. Let’s do something nice.” Another beat, another blink, before Satan bursts out laughing and you punch his arm again. “Absolutely not.” A growl escaped you this time at Satan’s refusal, but it didn’t matter, the gears in your head were already turning.

That was the conversation last year. Ever since then, you had been planning a little march. A Mammon March. A March that would lead right to the casino. Cliché, you knew it, but you wanted to do something that you knew he’d also have fun with. “Why are we marching?!” But you literally, actually made Mammon march and he’s been complaining about it ever since you left the house. Perks of making a deal with these brothers? You can command them to do just about anything and truthfully, you recorded the first few minutes of Mammon marching just for shits and giggles. You won’t show the video to the rest of his brothers, though; you’re no monster.

“consider it… the Mammon March, M&M for short.” You snorted at your own joke as you continued to march down the street. It probably looked hella ridiculous for everyone walking or driving by, but you didn’t care about making a fool of yourself. Mammon on the other hand… “Ya better be glad I like ya, (Y/N)...” he’s been complaining the whole way about how ridiculous he looks, how ridiculous you look (while maintaining that he doesn’t care if you make a fool of yourself. Spoiler: he does), how he doesn’t get the point, how his legs hurt… the list goes on and on and all you’ve given him in return are sweet smiles and encouragement. “Almost there. Did you know that, according to human statistics, March is the month that Las Vegas gets the most visitors?” Your question is met with a very confused frown followed by the exclamation of, “I wanna go to Vegas!” Because of course he does.

Once you arrive at the casino, the command wears off and Mammon groans in relief when he can walk normally again. “Finally. At least ya brought me somewhere nice! I expect everything paid for and a nice drink!” He says and waltzes right in, you following close behind, a smirk on your lips. The moment he steps inside, he’s met by confetti canons that blow gold confetti, cute waitresses in bunny costumes that immediately dive to his attention, a banner which reads ‘The Mammon March’ and his brothers, looking a mixture between pleased and annoyed.

“The hell is this, (Y/N)?” He asks, looking around before grinning at the nearest waitress who shoves a drink in his hand. God, he’s itching to get to the nearest poker table, but his curiosity needs to be sated first. Turning to you, he’s very obviously expecting an answer all while sipping on the first drink of the night. “Well, last year, I noticed that every single one of the brothers had a month just for them… except you. It made me feel awful for some reason, but Satan explained that they can’t just… give up a month, that it just is what it is, but I couldn’t leave it at that. So, I did some thinking and ended up with the idea of ‘The Mammon March’.” At your explanation, Mammon still looks at you confused; it doesn’t explain anything just yet, so you continue, “I was trying to find the perfect month for you and I remember reading somewhere that Las Vegas was visited by most tourists during the month of March and I thought that that would be the perfect one… convincing Satan to share his month wasn’t as easy though.” A chuckle escapes you as you look over to the blond for a split second.

“To be fair, this is still my month, Mammon. I’m still stronger than you right now.” Satan is, not-so-surprisingly, correct. Right now, he is stronger than Mammon, or at the very least on the same level as him, but Mammon knew that this wasn’t about powers. This was about a human (you) who did something incredibly nice just because they saw something unfair. “So yeah… I figured we could go to Vegas today and celebrate you. That’s why everyone is here. Lucifer is opening a portal, said something about it being easier going from casino to casino or something dumb like that.” Your chuckle earns you a glare from the first born and you’re sure that you’re going to get a scolding for it later, but you don’t care right now. You turn your attention back to Mammon, who has gone awfully quiet. “Mammon?”

And then he engulfs you in his arms. His face is suddenly buried in your neck, his white hair tickling your skin and his arms wrapped so tightly around you, you swear you see God for a moment. Before you can beg him to let you breathe though, he’s already pulling back. “Stupid human…” he says, tears forming in his eyes. Honestly, Mammon hasn’t thought about the fact that he doesn’t have a month in a very, very long time, but it’s clear how much thought you put into it to give him at least a day and it’s one of the most precious things anyone has ever done for him. The fact that you convinced his brothers to partake also means a lot to him.

You give Mammon a smile, reaching up a hand to catch one of the tears that are falling. Mammon quickly wipes his face and straightens up at that, clasping his hands together. “Alright! The Great Mammon March is going to Vegas!” He exclaims and you swear you can see Lucifer roll his eyes as he opens the portal, although you do catch a small look of approval out of the corner of his eye, which makes you smile. Mammon turns to you once more and places a quick kiss on your cheek, a small blush crossing his own cheeks. “Thank ya, (Y/N),... I will win ya something!” It’s gratitude and excitement wrapped into a single sentence and it warms your heart. With one last look at you, Mammon is the first through the portal, followed by the twins and Asmodeus. Satan moves over to you and walks through with you by his side, arms crossed over his chest.

“Your idea was a bit of a stretch…” he starts, glancing around the giant Vegas casino that the eight of you stepped into. Mammon immediately found the poker table and is already playing his charms, which makes you smile. Good. He should be happy and carefree; it warms your heart. “... but I have to admit, watching him march down the street was worth sacrificing a day.” You nudge Satan’s arm at his words, which gives you a mischievous smirk in return. Deep down you know that his brothers are just as happy as Mammon is, even if they don’t show it.

“(Y/N)! C’mere babe! Watch as The Great Mammon wins this stack of cash!” The second born exclaims, waving you over. Satan already nudges you in his brother’s direction before you can protest and the next thing you know, you’re sitting in Mammon’s lap, watching as he wins round after round. Everyone seems to be enamored by him and it’s both fascinating and unnerving that his Avatar seems to be working so well in the human world. Still, the happiness radiating off of him in waves is enough to calm your nerves and, with a smile, you continue to watch him enjoy his night.