Worlds best sorcerer

Password?

He grabbed the device with one hand and thrust it at Leviathan.

"Alright, Levi. Work your hacker magic and let's get Goldie outta this thing!"

Leviathan snorted. "Yeah, no. Lucifer'll have my head on a stick if I do that. Also, I don't know how."

With a disappointed "hmmph," Mammon turned the safe over in his hands. He knew Lucifer better than anybody. He was sure he could crack the code.

"I bet it's my birthday," he decided.

Asmodeus began to laugh. "Oh, please. As if Lucifer would use your birthday as the password."

Mammon ignored his younger brother and tried his own birthday. That failed.

"Try mine, he probably used that," Asmodeus suggested.

Mammon rolled his eyes and began inputting random words he associated with Lucifer. Monster, sadist, Pridy McPrideface. All failed, resulting in a high-pitched buzz of disappointment.

"Try 'password,'" Beelzebub suggested.

"Hah?" "No way." "Lucifer's not that stupid."

Mammon tried Cerberus to further disappointment.

"Lucifer knows that we know he's too smart to choose that. So he might have kept the password as the default, thinking we'd never try it," Beelzebub explained.

"That... is actually pretty clever," Leviathan admitted.

"Mammon, try it! Before you run out of tries and get locked out forever," Asmodeus encouraged.

"Gahh, fine! But I'm tellin' ya, it's not..."

note. this is a repost from my previous account

You haven’t been paying attention to the teacher for half an hour.

To be fair, it’s hard to focus when someone keeps burning a hole into the back of your head.

You were so close to falling asleep—until the sensation arrived.

A gaze. Heavy. Like it was drilling straight through your skull. Your whole body jerked with a shudder, and you went still, your heartbeat suddenly loud.

You didn’t know who it was.

It could be a demon who wanted to kill you out of jealousy? Or a demon who wanted you for lunch?

Either way, you refused to turn around. Absolutely not.

Instead, you busied yourself. Writing colorful notes. Drawing cat doodles. Daydreaming. Anything to stop your brain from catastrophizing.

You even started planning your last words.

If you got cornered in the halls and someone tried to stab you—would you call one of the seven brothers?

Mammon. Probably Mammon. He’s a decent protector, assuming he’s in the mood to be useful.

You also considered running out the classroom the second the bell rang. Then reality reminded you that you would not outrun a demon.

Okay. Maybe you could take a peek at who you’d be running away from.

A quick look. A safe glance.

You tilted your head carefully, eyes landing on a certain white-haired man.

The demon staring at you—now that you knew the identity of—immediately jerked his head away, nearly knocking himself out of his chair.

Heat spread over his neck and up his face, blooming into an unmistakable pink flush.

“...Mammon? Are you okay?” You blinked.

In your mind, it was kind of a cute reaction. At least you knew you weren’t dying today.

So long for calling Mammon to save you.

Mammon is also incredibly tsundere. "Whaddya think you're doing!?" he'll exclaim, pushing you away. His cheeks are as red as his savings account. "Tryin' to worm your way into my arms like that? Ain't never heard of a human as bold as you."

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Grace, haltingly on the keyboard Rocky built for him: Wassup bitches. Fucking jazzed to—