All Mine, But Not All Yours (Obey Me!)

Hidden Meanings

Noah was abruptly woken up from his peaceful slumber by a loud crashing sound, seemingly coming from within the house. He immediately shot up, eyes still fuzzy from a long time without use. He hastily rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes and surveyed his room, making sure that he wasn't in any immediate danger before getting out of bed to investigate. He cautiously creaked open his door, and peaking through the crack, he failed to see anything that explained what the noise that had ever-so-rudely awoke him had originated from. Then, another crashing sound fell onto his ears, followed by what sounded like a pan hitting the floor. "Dammit Beel, this is why you aren't allowed in here while I'm cooking!!" It was Mammon, which made sense, because why wouldn't he be a part of the drama? Noah rolled his eyes at his overcautiousness as he pulled his door open the rest of the way and stepped out into the hall.

As Noah made his way toward the noises, he began listening to what the two demons were bickering about, "Get. Out." Demanded Mammon, and as Noah turned the corner into the kitchen, he saw Mammon giving an impatient-looking Beel the death glare.

"But I'm hungry, and you're taking too long," Beel retorted, "How does it take you this long to 'cook' something that always tastes horrible anyway?" Noah couldn't understand why everyone was always so mean to Mammon, he couldn't imagine ever treating his older sister like that. Sure, they had their quarrels, but they were never as hurtful toward each other as these six are. He decided that he'd try to help Mammon since no one else would.

"Come on now, Beel," Noah said, startling both Beel and Mammon, "It can't be that bad, I mean, last night's food wasn't terrible." Noah recollected the 'meal' from last night, picturing the oddly-colored assortment of food that he had been presented with. He then began to wonder what breakfast would look like here. Surely it had to be another amalgamation of bright colors and unexpected flavors, and he didn't know if that excited him, or frightened him. Before he could continue to let his mind imagine the horrors of what could be, he figured it would just be better to ask about what was on the menu, "What are you making anyway, Mammon?"

"Omelets," Mammon replied simply as he flipped one of the omelets, filling the kitchen with a rather pleasant sizzling sound. He noticed that Noah was giving him a baffled look, so he continued, "It was Asmo's idea since you didn't seem to like my cooking last night. Which is also why I'm stuck cooking again, because apparently, I have to "make up for it" or something."

Noah laughed, "Like I said, it really wasn't that bad," he then paused for a moment, he felt bad that Mammon was forced into cooking for everyone again because of him, "How about I help you, since it's my fault you're here-" He walked over to the stove and looked in horror at the mangled omelet, "How did you screw up an omelet this bad?!"

"Oh come on, you're just being dramatic," Mammon scoffed as he picked up the mess of a meal and set it on a plate. The omelet had several black spots and was burnt in random places, and the texture looked all rubbery and hard. Even Beel, whom Noah had come to understand eats everything, wore a disgusted look on his face. "Not you too Beel," Mammon sulked, "You guys are so mean."

"Hey, it's okay, we all have our strengths and weaknesses," Noah comforted, discreetly sliding the dish into the trash can, "How about I make breakfast instead, you two just go sit at the table and wait." He reached for the bowl of eggs and got to work as he watched, out of the corner of his eye, both Mammon and Beel walk away. Before they walked out of sight, Mammon perked up and turned around.

"Hey, I forgot to tell you, Levi requested a sunny-side-up egg instead of an omelet!" Mammon yelled from across the room, and with that, he disappeared into the dining hall. Noah hadn't cooked very often, back in the human world he'd always order takeout from his favorite Chinese place right down the street. Every once in a while when he did cook, it would almost always be a breakfast dish. Whether it be eggs, bacon, pancakes, french toast; you name it, he could make it. He confidently powered through the stacks of omelets he needed to prepare, finally feeling relaxed for the first time since he'd arrived here in Devildom, the cooking taking him back to the early mornings and late nights he spent at his little apartment. When he finished the mountain of omelets, he quickly whipped up a few sunny-side-up eggs for Levi, as requested, and plated everything. He looked around the kitchen for something he could use to take all these plates at once to the dining room, and spotted a small, silver cart pushed into the corner of the room. He wheeled it out and placed the numerous plates of food onto the two rows of the cart before carefully wheeling it out of the kitchen and into the dining hall.