DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains depictions of blood, mention of a knife, hinted self harm if you look closely, maybe hinted at eating disorder I don't know if that would be to obvious but just to be safe, please if any if these topics are harmful or triggering to you please leave for your safety.
Mammon was walking down the halls of hol, he was on his way to satan's room to tell him that dinner was ready beause Lucifer told him to. Mammon found it a little odd that Satan had been cooped up in his room all day, as he usually moved about the house, and especially spent a lot of his time in the library.
But he didn't do that today, he didn't do any of that today. All he did today was lock himself in his room and yell at anyone else who bothered him.
When Mammon finally made it to Satan's room he grabbed the doorknob, surprised to find the door unlocked he just opened the door without warning.
As he walked into Satan's room he couldn't find him at first until he realized that he was sleeping on his bed under a pile of books.
Mammon took a step forward after closing the door, his eyes scanned the room it was different from how he had remembered... It was...bare. Mammon peered from the several books in the shelves that lined the blondes walls, to the blankets fallen to the floor, to Satan covered in books only his bright blonde hair sticking out along with his finger tips hanging from the bed, his eyes finally moved to a waste basket placed bellow the boys desk, it was filled with crumpled papers, and tissues coated in red. Mammon found it odd and ambled over to get a closer look.
As he peeked into the garbage can he immediately took note of the crimson droplets on the edges of the garbage bag. His eyes scanned the soaked tissues mixed with bandages and tape. There was so much red, so much blood.
Was all of this Satan's? It looked like it was still wet to. Mammon could feel his heart race, was Satan hurt? He wondered to himself.
The man spun on his heel and made his way over to the slumbering Satan.
As Mammon took a step he crushed a plastic coated mechanical pencil under his shoed foot. He winced and hoped that Satan wasn't to attached to the blue pencil.
Under the books Satan stirred in his sleep and awoke with a yawn as he sat up, and the books tumbled to the floor. He sat up pulling his hand up to cover his mouth as he yawned.
Mammon tried to hold back a laugh as he noticed that Satan was wearing clothing that he never usually did out and around the house.
Satan wore a lime green hoodie with attached cat ears, black shorts, and long right bellow the knee black socks with light pink cat toe beans on the bottoms.
His eyes rushed to take in Mammon's image and he emerged from the pile of books, more then falling to the floor.
He raised an eyebrow at mammon after a moment to long of silence, and mammon realized that he had forgotten to tell Satan what he even came here for. He opened his moth and began to speak.
"Oh, right. Luci says that its time ta go down stairs cuz dinners ready. " Satan nodded in acknowledgment before speaking. "Hm, would that be all then?"
Mammon's face grew scrunched in confusion. "Yeah? C'mon then it's the ta go. " Satan sighed and shook his head breathing out a response to his elder brother.
"No, I will not be eating so you can go now. " He gestured for Mammon to leave as he started back for his bed and laid down. Taking note of the broken pencil and fallen books on the way but not seeming to care much. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it over himself.
Mammon's stomach grew cold and sunk to his feet. "Tantan," he started out, Satan flinching at the pet name that hadn't been used on him since early childhood. "You haven't eaten all day, ya wanna tell me what's been goin on?"
Mammon spoke in a soft but certain tone usually reserved for tough or sensitive situations. At the sweet voice of his big brother trying to comfort him Satan curled further in on himself in a rebellion not wanting to listen anymore, not wanting to have to give in.
Mammon strolled over to Satan's bed where the demon was curled up covered away from the outside world, he sat down behind Satan on the bed.
He placed his hand on Satan's head and started moving his hair in order, out of the boy's eyes. Satan spoke after a moment of silence "Nothings 'going on' I'm just not hungry and I want to sleep. " He mumbled his words out to his brother leaning into his touch.
"Well ya haven't eaten eaten at all today, somethins up bud. Ya'v been actin strange all day. " Satan sighed sitting up, "Fine, let's go. " He started for the door, stopping with his hands in his pockets right before he reached the door, he turned back to Mammon.
"Are you coming or are you just going to sit in my room the rest of the day and do exactly what you were scolding me for?" Satan teased, Mammon letting out an offended sound. "Hey, respect ya older brother!" He shouted out, Satan sarcastically muttering an 'uh-huh'.
As the moved through the hallway to the dining room, they walked in awkward silence until right before they entered. Mammon reached out and took a hold of Satan's arm stopping and gently pulling Satan back towards him and away from the room.
"Um, before that... There were..a lot of bloody things in yur trash, ya wanna tell me bout that?" There was a brief blank expression on Satan that shook Mammon to the core, but was quickly replaced with a purposeful smile. "Oh is that what you were so worried about, it really isn't anything to worry about. But I suppose if you must know, I was working on a project and messed up with the knife, and sliced my hand open. It took a while to clean up because of how much blood there was that's my garbage had so much blood in it. "
Satan sent Mammon a smirk like he was being an idiot by worrying. "Ah, well ya don't need ta make me feel dumb bout it. " Mammon pulled his face into a pout and crossed his arms, leaving Satan laughing in the mans expense.
Mammon still didn't like the whole situation, he still felt weary of all the blood, but that did make sense, it made so much sense so why was he still scared, why did he still have that gut wrenching horrifying worry for his baby brother?
Mammon sighed and put a hand ruffling the boys hair, "well, come on then. " He walked into the dining room looking back to Satan with a smile on his face, Satan soon following with much the same expression.
END
NOTES: I would like to mention that none of the art featured here is mine and has been taken from Pinterest. Also this story will have a lot of triggering topics so do be careful and read the warnings before every chapter.
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Bloodied Cat Plushies
FanfictionA mystery in which Satan's brothers try to find out what's going on with him.
