Hold on, Who's Mammon?

Confusion

Marco hummed, scrolling on his phone. Eyes drifting to the time, it was 11:59PM. He huffed. He should sleep soon. Glancing down from his phone, He put it down to stretch a bit. Groaning, He scratched his eyes. "Ugh...." He muttered. Closing his eyes, he furrowed his brows.

A white light enveloped his body, the light aura slowly covering him from head to toe. After Marco stretched, He opened his eyes. The look on his face. Can you imagine it? His eyes widened, jaw dropped, arms flat on his sides, standing still, and his skin paling.

"What the he-" He bagan to say, before getting cut off by an ear-piercing sound. "My phone.. I CAN'T EVEN CALL THE POLICE?!" He shouted, hysterical. I mean, who could blame the dude. Picture this. You have insomnia, you're downstairs in your home, you're thinking about how you would die, you're famous, you set your phone down and stretched, then suddenly you open your eyes and look at fucking heaven.

How would you react? Right answers only.

..Yeah.. You would cry and have a panic attack, wouldn't you.

You wouldn't think straight, even if you were heterosexual.

Dude, if This was how you'd die, the least that could happen first was having a comfortable life.

Comfortable life? Those words were foreign to Marco here.

Suddenly, The white light disappeared, and He saw a man with red hair smile at him. "Welcome, Marco. I wonder if you got lost in the store and it was a nightmare due to the fact when your mother called for you, everyone yelled back 'Polo'." He chuckled.

"Lord Diavolo.." A black haired man deadpanned, furrowing his brows and crossing his arms. "Alas, Welcome to the Devildom." The man, now known as 'Lord Diavolo' welcomed. "Ahm.. Am I dead?" Marco tilted his brows, worried for himself. Lucifer's eyes widened, hearing the voice.

"No, You don't have to worry." Diavolo chuckled awkwardly, sweat dripping from his forehead at the bold statement. "...." Marco shifted uncomfortably in his position, not understanding what was happening. "Basically what's happening here.." Diavolo pursed his lips in thought.

"I will take over, Lord Diavolo." The blackette firmly stated. "Ah, Okay Lucifer." Diavolo smiled. "I'm Lucifer, The avatar of Pride." Lucifer uttered. "You're in the Devildom. You are now a transfer student at RAD, Lord Diavolo's school." He pointed to the maroon-haired man.

"Oh yeah, We're also demons." Diavolo piped up, the same smile on his face. "Lord.." Lucifer deadpanned, looking at Diavolo disappointingly. "It's better to be blunt, Lucifer." Diavolo proudly stated. "Uh huh..." Lucifer's lips formed a straight line.

"What 'm gettin' here... is that I got transported to another world called the devildom.." Marco's eye twitched, beginning his sentence. " 'm I in hell?.." Marco squinted his eyes, disbelief present in his features. "Yes, You're in.. what humans call it, Hell." Diavolo bluntly explained.

"You'll come back in a year though, No need to worry." Diavolo grinned. "You see, It's an exchange program. There's another human here, and also two angels from the Celestial Realm, or 'Heaven' like you humans also call it." He hummed, explaining even more.

"Lord Diavolo.." Lucifer sighed for the millionth time today, a frown on his face. "We're here as well, you know!" A light voice interrupted any train of thought. "Ugh, Finally. You notice the real show!" A man with strawberry blonde-ish hair rolled his eyes, huffing.

"Hello, Dar-" He began, before his eyes looked unto Marco's figure. His eyes widened, and He nearly fell. There was a man beside the light haired man's figure. A blonde with piercing green eyes.. oh dear. Is it Draco? The blonde's eyes widened as well, and He looked dumbfounded.

"Hahaha... Lucy~ What is this?~" The light voice rang in a sing-song way. "I know what you're thinking." Lucifer narrowed his vision, furrowing his brows. "I thought you've moved on...." He had an unreadable expression. Was it rage? Fury? Anger? Or was it yearning? Denial?

"You think I've moved on?... Really now.." Lucifer glared an icy cold one, one that could even break windows. "Ugh.. Lucifer." His once happy smile turned into a bitter one, even forgetting to use the nickname. "I know, I already know." Lucifer frowned. Hey, is it just me or did the tension suddenly turn from 0 to a hundred?

"Ahm." Marco hummed, blinking multiple times in confusion. "Ah! Sorry, Sorry!" The man smiled suddenly, the mood swing happening immediately. "I'm Asmodeus, the avatar of lust! So nice to meet you!" He held up a heart, closing his eyes to show a sweet smile.

"Eh?.. Nice ta meet'ya too I guess." Marco was visibly confused and concerned for whatever the fact this shit is. "They're all my brothers, the avatars. Of course, I'm the oldest." Lucifer stated, eyes still not meeting anyone's. "I'm the fifth~" Asmodeus winked.

"I'm the fourth. Greetings, I'm Satan. The avatar of wrath." All the words the blonde uttered were coated with grace, bowing respectfully. "A- Um.. Nice ta meet ya too?" Marco awkwardly greeted, narrowing his eyes and scratching the back of his neck.

Suddenly, He saw a flash of orange. Was that pikachu? Nah, Pikachu ain't that orange, it can't be raichu either. Sonic's blue.. Suddenly, a man with orange hair appeared in front of Marco. He had sparkles in his eyes. "Mammon!" He hugged him.

what.

Marco, who was not only surprised but confused as well, tilted his head and had a look of disbelief. "Beel..." A quiet voice murmured. Is it a ghost? A dull purple- or is that dull indigo? haired man with a pillow and shadows under his eyes frowned.

Suddenly, his eyes drifted to Marco and a rare smile appeared on his lips. "Good to see you back... Now... Beel!.." He pouted, furrowing his brows. Wait- What the hell- "Sorry about them. The orange one is Beelzlebub, The avatar of Gluttony, 6th, and The other one is Belphegor, The avatar of Sloth, and also the 7th." Diavolo explained quickly.

Oh, Alri-

Wait, why am I getting used to this?!

Ugh.. This is weird.