Fics like the scum beneath your fingernails

“You’re the most pathetic of all of your brothers.” The statement silences the ring. Words echo against the walls and drift through the shocked silence. It’s rare for someone to speak so openly against the avatars. The demon leans closer. “It’s pitiful.” Mammon doesn’t stop himself this time. He aims for his bruised ribs. There is a loud crack before the demon falls again. Mammon knows he’s too far gone. He’s broken the rules. Yet...now, Mammon can’t find it in him to care. Didn’t Lucifer do the same? The first to fight for Lilith, the first against Father’s orders. That day in heaven when he held Mammon close to him before the battle had truly begun. Wings wrapped around him, tears streaking down his face. Back then he told Mammon that he loved him, that he loved all of them. That if Lilith fell then so would he, bloodied and beaten if he had to (there was no winning, they both knew it back then). But that he’d protect them the best he could nonetheless. But Mammon’s bruises weren’t protection. And being called scum wasn’t love.

Fics like the scum beneath your fingernails

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