sick for you | (•ө•)

chap. xii

you crossed my mind a few miles ago.
turned on your street, thinkin' i'm headed home.
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chapter xii:
my lady,
a woman of ambition.

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it's late in the night, i hope you're alone.
and nobody else is there, holdin' you close.

beel belph (y/n) mammon
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     satan |                                   | asmodeus
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solomon

the air around the table is heavy and uncomfortable to some, despite that it doesn't stop someone being smiley and cheery, and that someone is mammon, whose chuckling didn't go unnoticed. grinning deviously, he kicks asmo's foot, subtly pointing at the white haired sorcerer.

the latter shoots a glare at the scheming brother and firmly sits there. but the constant nudging is getting to him, soon enough, he breaks. he licks his lips apprehensively and smacks his hands against his knees, getting solomon's attention.

"so, solomon..", he began.

"what brings you over to our humble residence ?".

solomon smiles and places down the teacup onto its coaster then with a soft tone, he responds: "it's some business regarding a few things. nothing too serious".

he tilts his head to the side and take a quick glance at you, "why seems like i've arrived at a bad time ?".

asmo rolls his eyes at the question, sensing himself unable to keep conversing without feeling awkward and uncomfortable. sensing asmo's inability to keep up the conversation, satan jumps in for him.

unlike asmo's gentle and coy approach, satan's approach is more straightforward and quick. he leans back in the armchair and rests his chin on his knuckles as he asks: "do you know where lucifer is ? i thought he'd be at your place".

solomom tilts his head to the other side at the odd conclusion and shakes his head, making satan frowns. the blond scratches his head, forcing his eyebrows not to furrow as a long sigh escapes his lips, "right. thanks. to be specific, what is it that you're here for ?".

a foxy grin appears on solomon's face, "it is something of importance. i'd much prefer talking about it with all of you here" he stated, seemingly chipper and cheery like mammon.

"huh ? stop blabbering about and say what you want to say" belph complained.

"yeah", mammon glances over at satan and asks: "lucifer ain't goin' to be back til' midnight right, tantan ?".

glaring at mammon for using the childish nickname in front of solomon, satan forms a fist and holds himself back from whacking the bastard. instead, he calmly responds, "first, do not call me that and second, yes".

nodding as a sign of acknowledgment, solomon scratches his head shyly and softly suggests whether he can stay here til the clock strikes zero. obviously, they're not too happy about the suggestion, with mammon and asmo being the loudest voices for rejection.

asmo groans and shakes his head rapidly, "no no. not in here, no, no".

"nu-uh ! i have nothin' against ya but no way am i lettin' ya stay here !" mammon scowled, showing his fist as a sign of seriousness. that's when you know it's bad, because seriousness is something mammon often avoids.