𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 (𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐌𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐱𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

Dear Brother

The door to Lucifer's study slammed open, causing the paintings on the walls to rattle. The Avatar of Pride looked up over the rims of his glasses to see the cause of the commotion. Being greeted by the sight of his blonde and white-headed brothers was an unwanted surprise. Especially when he hadn't been feeling well recently.

"To what do I owe this unprompted visit?" He asked, pulling his glasses off with one hand. He let one side dangle from his fingertips as he rested his chin on the back of his hand, his form leaning over his desk ever so slightly in a rather impatient manner.

Satan and Mammon exchanged a look before nodding. No use in stalling. 

"Satan and I did some digging and think we found something really important," Mammon started, not sure how to address the problem that may or may not be an actual problem. He paused for a moment, giving Lucifer the chance to comment. He didn't.

"And?" Lucifer pressed on, not finding the point in the hesitation. Mammon looked back at Satan for encouragement and the other demon simply nodded, telling him to go on. Taking in a deep breath, Greed clenched his fists at his sides.

"We think Solomon is the killer. Or at least not himself," He finally blurted out. An annoying pressure in Lucifer's temple seemed to say hello at that. 

If it wasn't for the slight raising of his eyebrows, you would have never been able to tell that Lucifer had reacted to his words. But after a few moments of silence, a bitter laugh slipped through the eldest brother's lips. He was thoroughly unamused.

"Solomon not only risked his life to get y/n back but has been choosing to stay in the Devildom to help them recover as well. I have personally watched him work on both of those matters whenever I check in with him and Diavolo. What proof do you have to back up these allegations?" He asked, standing up and letting his glasses rest on his desk.

Mammon bit the inside of his cheek and looked down. Solomon was a friend. But the Solomon they were seeing wasn't that friend. He didn't have solid proof. But he could feel it. Satan could too. If not, why would he have come to help Mammon?

"Solomon is a very talented individual. Don't you find it suspicious that he is having so much trouble unraveling the spell and damage inflicted upon y/n? A spell cast by a very irrational and twisted individual that only had perhaps the better part of two decades to practice magic? Magic made specifically to keep demons, not other humans, out. Raw power can only take you so far. Solomon has that and experience. So why can't he fix things?" Satan jumped in, placing a hand on Mammon's shoulder to make sure his brother did not say anything stupid.

A heavy silence fell upon the room as the brothers stared each other down. Satan seemed irritated, Mammon was frustrated, and Lucifer was simply stoic. Crimson eyes as hard as rubies and hands gripping the edge of his desk so hard it looked like the wood would splinter at any moment. Right when it felt as if the tension would begin to suffocate them, Lucifer sighed.

"Although it pains me to admit it, and it physically does because this conversation has started to make me feel unwell, you're strangely observant for once. Something is off with this entire situation. But why do you believe Solomon to be the culprit? For all we know something else could be affecting his ability to help y/n," Lucifer pointed out to them, trying to stay composed because of a newly forming headache that seemed to want to accompany his already present uneasiness. 

"Barbatos was the one that brought him to our attention. I'm not the smartest demon around but I sure ain't stupid. Solomon is too close to y/n to be acting in such a carefree way," Mammon persisted. Lucifer still seemed a bit skeptical but he did not reject the statement. Solomon had been the only other human to interact with y/n on a healthy basis throughout their stay. They had grown close and cared for each other. Solomon's calm demeanor was different from his usual collected self. It was more hostile. His eyes were always held in a glare, instead of a distant haze. When worried, Solomon would lose himself in thought. This Solomon was always seemingly irritated or impatient. Stand-offish. It was too odd to ignore any longer, especially now that his brothers had brought it up.