𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 (𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐌𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐱𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

Falling Tears, Falling Feathers

A/N: Uh, hello! I have several excuses to give, but no one is here for that. I'd reread the previous chapter as a refresher but that is up to you. In apology, another chapter will be released soon, I PROMISE.

Y/n stood motionless, speechless. Mammon's unchanging expression only confirmed that what she had said was the truth. The timing felt like a joke. Lucifer was dead, and she couldn't even remember what had happened. Or maybe she never knew to begin with.

"How long?" Her voice came out in a soft whisper. Sympathy. Grief. It was a delicate thing. Yet also some of the worst feelings to experience in a given situation.

"A few hours," Mammon choked, looking away from her. The surprise caught y/n more off guard than she thought it would. Hours. Hours? How long ago had she last seen Lucifer? She wasn't too sure. The brothers so sparingly visited her these days...

She touched her lower lip with her fingertips, not sure what to say. The instinct to comfort was a reasonable reaction. Mammon had lost his brother. She had lost a friend. Yet comforting the demon in front of her was not her first course of action. It would have felt wrong, tainted somehow.

Instead, y/n turned and headed to the door. She pulled it open, only pausing to look back at him for a moment. She seemed conflicted, but at least her words were steady and unshaken.

"Where is he?" she demanded. Mammon looked taken aback but cleared his throat and stepped forward.

"His office. None of us could bring ourselves to move him... Not yet," He mumbled, rubbing his arm. Y/n nodded, pausing to see if he would continue to follow. When he didn't, she started walking out of the infirmary. Mammon had more than enough to think about, he needed the space. She wasn't sure what she would do; she only knew that seeing Lucifer was important. This little buzz in her head was telling her she needed to move.

So she walked. The halls were empty, emphasizing the sound of her footsteps, making them appear so loud it made her heartbeat kick up to match them. She continued past the other rooms of the house and eventually almost past one stunned-looking Belphie. She hesitated momentarily when they crossed paths, the two of them faltering in their footsteps. She had not expected to see anyone out in their grief. He had not expected to see her out of bed.

"You're out walking. I'm glad," He broke the silence first, obviously not knowing what else to do. He only ever came by to change her pillows, and that was typically when she had been asleep. He couldn't bear anything more, now even less so. Y/n stared at him for a few seconds, staying utterly silent.

He looked tired. This shouldn't have come as a surprise, but the bags under his eyes were dark in a way that accentuated the lines on his face beyond what she had been used to. His skin was pale, and his shoulders sagged in a way they hadn't before all this. His less-than-ideal relationship with Lucifer must have blown up in his face when he heard he had died.

She didn't realize she had moved to him until the impact of her hug knocked the air out of both of them. He stumbled back, his arms half up as if he would hug her back but frozen since he wasn't sure why he had been hugged so suddenly in the first place.

"What are you-?"

"I remember you. I remember everything. I'm so, so sorry," She breathed, burying her face into his chest. He stiffened up, and his heart seemed to double in pace. His hands, suddenly clammy, found their way around her in comfort. He didn't speak, but she could tell he was at least somewhat relieved to hear some good news. Any good news.

Y/n didn't pull away until Belphie shifted his weight, finally looking up to see his face. His eyes were wet, but he didn't look like he was about to cry. He just seemed at peace. Like holding onto one good thing was enough. Like holding onto a piece of goodness would keep him from falling apart.