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dramaturgy | obey me!

notes: named mc, fem mc, light angst, she/he used interchangeably for kiyo, they/them for conventional use
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  when mammon first met the human exchange student, he didn't think much of them. sure, they seemed like an asmo clone minus high sex drive and near narcissist tendencies, but they were almost ditzy. well, if being ditzy included looking they just won the jackpot right after the other demon turned around. later on, months before the Attic Incident happened, he would talk to her and realize that kiyo did this as a defense mechanism.

  "I don't have Solomon's level of magic, Mammon," she's started saying when mammon asked her why she was more ditzy seeming in public. "I can't defend myself, so if i have to seem dumb in order to survive here, then so be it,"

  mammon understood why she did the ditzy act. he understood wholeheartedly, he understood because he himself had held a facade of his own for so long he didn't know wether it'd had been centuries or millennia since then. he held the facade of the scummy, greedy, troublemaker, no good demon. fitting for the Avatar of Greed but not fitting for who he truly was at heart, not that many would see him that way anyhow.

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  it really shouldn't have been a surprise when kiyo pulled him aside weeks into her stay at the devildom to talk about facades and whatnot. it shouldn't have been a surprise when he was fronted with the question he didn't want to answer coming from her mouth. what was a surprise was when she pulled him into her own arms and despite their, noticeable, height difference, managed to make him feel small and vulnerable.

surprise number 2 came when he started crying and he hadn't said anything more that a simple "i'm here for you, mammon," could you blame him? he hadn't had a person who he could genuinely rely on since his days as an angel. he held tightly on kiyo's RAD uniform jacket, slowly drifting off to sleep.

when kiyo had come the conclusion that mammon had fallen asleep, he simply reached into his bag and pulled out a blanket to place on the cold marble floors of the janitor's closet and moved enough things to make sure that mammon would be comfortable. while kiyo hadn't exactly loved mammon at first sight, she'd come around. mammon was nice, hadn't tried to kill her, and even got her random little things he'd thought they'd like.

so, of course, this brought him higher up her list of trustworthy people in the devildom. barbatos was too knowing, diavolo was the next ruler and overseer or the exchange program, solomon had pacts with two powerful demons and enough magic to kill her if he wanted to, and the other avatars had all tried to kill her. well, except belphegor, though he was sure he'd also kill him if he let the Avatar of Sloth free.

the angels were great but they also had power and simeon would sometimes leave for the celestial realm to speak with micheal, whoever the guy was, probably an angel higher up. luke was fine but loud and distrustful of him and the demons he'd been housed with and raphael was someone he hadn't met just yet to form an opinion of or alliance with, which left him with nothing except the sole avatar in charge of them.

when she'd finished setting up the temporary bed, they'd started moving mammon over to it, placing a blanket on him just in case after he was finally in a comfortable position. she left a nutrition bar and a bottle of water next to him for when he'd wake up and left the closet, making his way to his next class.

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mammon awoke to a ping coming from his DDD and dried tear tracks on his face. he took off the blanket on top of him and looked around. nothing but his temporary bedding, a nutrition bar, and a bottle of water in sight. and of course, the slight darkness of the closet he had been pulled into.