Possession (Obey Me! Mammon) DRAFT

Racing Contenders

     "Hey, Levi?" Judith called softly, peeking her head into his dimly lit neon blue room. She spotted him, slouched on the couch with a controller in his hands and a headset on his ears. She stepped in quietly, pulling up her phone to send the weeb demon a quick text.

"Huh?" He seemed confused, but brightened when looking up to her figure. "Jude! Oh- wait, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just a headache." She smiled through a wince, trying not to portray how horrible her head pounded. "Have you talked to Mammon this week?"

"Yeah? Why?"

"He's not like, angry with me, right?" Judith's words brought a very confused furrow to the younger brothers brow. "He hasn't spoken to me since I went to town with Lucifer, I'm worried I did something."

"Whaaat?" Leviathan drawled, quickly shaking his head. "Mammon's totally booked up, Lucifer has him on new kid duty. You know, babysitting the new human transfers."

"Oh, okay." Judith frowned, but nodded understandingly. She waved a hand to dismiss the subject. "Sorry for bothering your gaming."

"Next time I talk to Mammon I'll tell him you miss his annoying face." Levi smirked, pulling his headset back on.

Judith slipped out of his room and instead made her way to Satan's, where she gently knocked upon his solid and thick door.

"Come in."

Judith did so, face scrunched to try and keep her brain from exploding. Satan noticed her plight immediately.

"Judith, are you sick?"

"I have a migraine." She summarized, hands on the doorknob as she leant her back against it. She turned her squinted eyes to his worried expression. "If it's not too much to ask, would you read to me? I'm having a hard time relaxing."

"Of course, come here." Satan lent back on his sofa and gestured her close, allowing her to sit and burry her face in the crook of his shoulder. He hummed quietly, pleased with her closeness. He lowered his tone to whisper, wary of how sensitive her ears could be. "What would you like me to read?"

"It doesn't matter." She sat up from his shoulder for just a moment, pressing a quick and meaningless kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, Satan."

"Shouldn't Mammon be the one cuddling you?" He asked, setting aside his book of spells to pull up one of his favorite storybooks. Death, the Dammed, the Everlasting. He tipped his cheek against her temple, arm comfortably resting around her waist. He was more than skilled enough to handle a book singlehandedly. "Not that I mind cuddling you, I'm simply curious. You always go to Mammon when you feel under the weather."

"He's busy." She spoke, muffled through his shoulder. She pressed her eyes into his shirt to block out the light, and tried to focus on Satan's scent of old parchment and ink. "Lucifer has him babysitting, I don't want to bother him."

"I see." Satan sighed, finding the first page of his book. "Chapter one. Somewhere, on a hilltop not too far from the gates of hell, Death sat peacefully under his tree."

Not too long after he began to read, Judith's breaths slowed to a quiet snore. Satan released the book and allowed it to float with his magic, instead lifting his phone to send a text. He set the device down and used his now free hand to hold Judith closer, eyes trained on his book as the pages turned when he needed them too.

Not even an hour later, the famous white haired demon listlessly entered the library-esc room. His eyes found Judith snuggled in his brothers arms and his mouth opened to spurr whatever nonsense he was thinking.

"Shhh," Satan raised a slow finger to his lips, silencing his brother. Mammon deflated. Satan kept his voice obscenely low. "She misses you."

"I've been busy," he tried to defend, ignoring the jealousy in his veins. Mammon knew all too well that Satan was one of the few real contenders for Judith's kind heart.

"She knows." Satan assured, feeling obligated to look out for his brother. Even when he wanted to be selfish. "Are you done for today?"

"Yeah," Mammon folded his arms tightly over his chest. "I passed them off to Asmo just a little while ago."

"Good. As much as I adore this time with her, I have things I must attend to." Satan dipped his head to press his lips to her temple, whispering a few quiet foreign words. A light shine sparkled over Judith, and he pulled away. "I've put a small spell on her, she won't wake for the next five minutes. Plenty time for you to carry her back to her room and get comfortable. She has a migraine, take precautions."

"I talked to Lucifer." Mammon frowned, bending down to scoop Judith out of Satan's embrace. Although she couldn't wake, they still kept their voices low. "He told her."

"I figured." Satan sighed, feeling reluctant to give her back to Mammon. He stood from the couch, helping tuck her arms over her chest so they don't flail painfully. "The race is on, brother. Careful not to lose your lead."

"As far as you're concerned," Mammon growled, feeling possessive over the girl in his arms. Satan's expression hardened, becoming angry and guarded. "I've already won."

"Don't be so cocky." Satan scoffed as Mammon made his way out, a scowl on the blonde's pale lips. "You don't have any idea how affection works, how it changes and flows. If you're not careful, it will slip through your fingers."

Mammon scoffed, leaving his brother in his dust. Judith stirred in his hold, turning to hide her face from the bright corridor lights. He sighed, tearing his eyes away from her face to watch where he was going. Satan's words rattled him, despite his confident exterior.

Could it really be that easy to lose his lead in the race to her heart?

No, of course not.

Mammon laid Judith down on her bed carefully, pulling the thick blanket gently over her body. Quickly, before she could stir again or wake, he closed the curtains and fished out a bottle of medicine from her bedside drawer. He turned her fan on a low setting, kicking off his sneakers as he slithered into the bed behind her.

This made her wake, if only to crack open her hazy eyes and turn into his chest.

"Mammon," She grumbled, sleepy from her headache and the effects of Satan's spell. "Are you avoiding me?"

"No, of course not." He frowned, pulling her into his chest so she could hide from all the things that would make her feel worse. His hand stroked her messy brown hair in an effort to calm her. "Lucifer has me doing his dirty work, that's all. I'm sorry if I made you think I was mad at you. I'm not."

"Mm."

"Levi told me you missed me," Mammon began, teasing her lightly. "Who knew you couldn't even go two days without the Great Mammon by your side?"

"I knew."