MONTH 2, WEEK 4 (Events are in order of what comes first but the date is not written)

Days passed, and your initial fear of Belphie (Belphegor, as you soon found out from his DevilGram) decreased somewhat. You haven't built up the courage to climb the staircase again (Lucifer no doubt having taken his place by now), but there is no way you'd forget what he said to you. You had the recording, after all.

"Can't believe he didn't notice," Chara commented as you played the recording for what seemed like the fifth time.

"Why do you think he asked for Beel? And why Mammon and Levi? I mean, I'm friends with Mammon, but no pact." Chara shrugged wordlessly to your questions. You supposed you can find the answers soon.

*

"Oi, Rubina!" Mammon called, rushing towards you. He looked messy, uniform more askew than normal. His tie isn't even on his neck anymore.

"What's wrong?" You asked, wiping some dirt off his uniform.

"Mmm..." He fidgeted in place, leaving you confused. "Can ya come to my room after school? I got somethin' important to say."

"Can't you say it as we walk to class?" You began walking again and Mammon shook his head.

"'S private." You stayed in silence until you arrived at your class. "See ya."

"See you." You said in turn and entered, silently wondering.

"Ooh, a date?" A sultry voice popped up from behind you, and it's NOT Chara.

"Asmo!" You said, alarmed. He swung his arms loosely over your neck.

"I didn't expect you to capture him so fast! Well, I can't expect anything from him." Asmo pulled you closer to him, squishing your faces together. "I'll be sure to be your next, darling!" He laughed fleetingly, the light laugh he always used and left you be, more confused than ever. You understood his words, but...

There is no way this is a date, right? Who meets and dates in the first month they've seen each other, right?

...

RIGHT???

...

Your cheeks, despite yourself, turned into a dark shade of red. You quickly shake out of your what-ifs. Impossible.

But-

NOPE. DON'T YOU DARE.

*

You knocked on his door and with a grunt, he lets you in. This isn't the first time you've been in his room, but it always surprising to find that it's as messy as it is. Clothes were strewn on the floor and chairs, but the bed neatly made. Although curious, you aren't going to question his ways.

Mammon still has his uniform on and so do you, having rushed over here ASAP (Mammon disappeared when he was supposed to accompany you, so Satan took his place and you took the opportunity to ask him questions about Devildom's geography). You pulled the clothes off a random chair and sat on it, asking: "So... what is it you needed?"

Mammon murmured something too quiet for you to hear, so you asked him to repeat it. "I said, let's make a pact."

"What." You questioned, although it sounded more of a statement. "Say that again."

"How many times do ya want me ta say it?! Make a pact with me!" Still adamant that this not real (is this the real life, or is this reality?), you asked once more.

"But why?"

"Just do it! I ain't happy that Levi's you're first, so I'll settle for second best, alright?!"The wheels start turning.

"You're..." You gleefully smirked. "You're jealous?"

"HA!" (Chara) Mammon had the grace to look offended.

"N-no way! I'm only doin' this 'cuz I gotta take care of ya, got it?! The GREAT Mammon wants nothin' ta do with you, nothin'!" This denial would've worked, if not for the ever-present fidgeting of his fingers and averting eyes.

"You are!" Acquiring this information gave you joy. A joy that you can't contain, and with feelings like that, there must be an outlet. Therefore, you chose to hug the Avatar of Greed, grinning. He sputtered, arms hesitantly raised. Then, he began running his fingers through your hair. They feel good, a therapeutic feeling that could lull you to sleep.

No, you must persist! You looked up, for you are, unfortunately, quite the petite teen, and gave Mammon your biggest smile. "Thanks! I didn't know you cared for me that much, Mammon."

"Oi!" Despite his complaint, the demon did nothing to hinder your interactions. At the peak of your touch-induced sleep hormones, a sharp pain rushed through you, landing right on your neck. You hissed, letting go of Mammon to rub the sore area.

"What the..." You murmured, question unfinished.

"It's my pact," Mammon answered your unfinished question. "Must've happened when we're in the zone."

"What's that? I know that didn't happen with Levi." Mammon sighed, rubbing the nape of his neck.

"'S like... how do I explain this to ya? So basically, the people that's makin' the pact have to be in the same...mind? Um, like, the both of them are thinkin' about the same thing, ya know? Then, the pact just happens." He shrugged. "Dunno for sure, you better ask Satan. He's pretty smart, although he calls me scum all the time."

"They have to be in the same mindset, is that what you're saying? So when that happened, you and I were thinking of making a pact?" Mammon nodded.

"Well then," You struck out your hand. "I'll be in your care, the GREAT Mammon! Please take care of me!"

Mammon grinned and took your hand heartily, shaking it. "Course I will! I ain't the GREAT and AMAZING Mammon for nothin'!"

*

Who the heck forces people to remember the entire geographical state of Devildom in a month? That's right, your geography professor. Your human brain can't process this amount of information fast enough.

As you struggle, Mammon texts you.

ᴏɪ, ʀᴜʙɪɴᴀ. ʏᴀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴇᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ ɴᴏᴛ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴍᴍᴏɴ!

ᴏʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ.

*ᴀɴɢʀʏ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋᴇʀ*

As soon as you read the text, Mammon came barging into your room, swinging around his papers and smashing it onto your table. "What the hell? How am I supposed ta remember where Lake Rombious is?"

You clapped at his sentence. "Exactly what I mean, right?!" You rubbed your tired head. "We should ask Satan. I'm sure he knows some stuff."

"I'll wait here. Satan's not gonna help if I come, just to annoy me."

"Brotherly love at its finest." Chara voiced sarcastically. You reassured him that you'll be back soon and left.

You hesitantly knocked on the door of the 4th eldest. "Lucifer, fuck off." Oh.

"No, it's Rubina. Um, can I come in?" And with that, you are allowed access, gasping as you do. You're not exaggerating when you say his room is filled to the brim with books. Shelves everywhere are piled with books that you can scarcely see his bed or any place to sit.

"Rubina, what a surprise." He stated a frown on his face. "I'd rather if you didn't stare like that."

"Sorry! Your room looks cool like you're sleeping in a library! That was my dream as a 7-year old." You exclaimed. He raised his eyebrows, closing the door and leading you into the labyrinth of books.

"Really." He asked, but it sounded like a statement. You vigorously nod.

"Really! Oh my gosh, I could wake up and read all day and night- If someone needed me, they had to search the entire library, giving me more time-" You paused your rambling once you noticed him staring expectantly at you, as you now noticed, 2 armchairs are waiting to sit on. You blushed in embarrassment and scratched your neck sheepishly, taking a seat.

"So, what is it that you need?" Satan gestured to your worksheets.

"Yeah, actually um, we kinda need help with the geography test. If you're not busy, do you mind helping us?" Satan raised an eyebrow. You quickly explained. "Mammon and I, that is."

"I'm not too sure about that scumbag, but I'll be glad to pass on information to someone with a brain." Brotherly love indeed. He began explaining and you took quick notes as he does.

In 15 minutes, you finished your interrogation with Satan, then thanked him. As you walked out of the room, a book caught your eye.

"The White Deer?" You murmured, trailing the leather-bound spine.

"Would you like to borrow that?" Satan asked, popping up from behind, his height above yours. Everyone in this house has heights you will never be able to reach. That's sad.

"If you're okay with it." You said, as a precaution. Satan nodded.

"I trust it'll be back in good shape." You took the book, thanking him once more before heading out and telling Mammon your findings.

In the end, you got a good enough grade that sufficed your high standard requirements (from the Avatar of Pride, the single mom of the family himself).

*

On tonight's agenda is movie night, which consisted of you, Mammon, Levi, and Beel crammed in Levi's room (as he had the biggest and best stereo and TV system in the house) accompanied by cushions, soft plushies and plenty of snacks.

"Today is a classic. We have..." Levi dramatically switched the TV on. "Your Name!"

"Urgh, one of your anime stuff Levi? It's gonna be so boring..." Mammon grumbled.

"Says the one who screamed 24/7 while watching Us." Levi countered, turning the film on and dimming the lights.

...

Did you, Levi, Chara, and Mammon cry? Yes.
Did the three of you (with Chara whispering her opinions to you) discuss how wonderfully heart-moving the movie was? Yes.
Did Beel enter the discussion and focus on the foods present? Of course.
Did you help Levi write a review about it on a human realm website? Of course!
And finally, did you have fun- until Lucifer came in and forced you to go to your rooms because it's after curfew? YEAH!