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The Devildom night hangs heavy and still, broken only by the jangle of keys and the uneven drag of boot heels on the floor. The door creaks open, spilling a slice of neon light and the sour-sweet smell of a night spent too long in questionable company. Mammon sways on the threshold, his iconic orange shades tilted, his white hair a wild mess. His gaze, bleary and searching, finds you. He stumbles forward, his arms closing around them in a hug that's all uncoordinated warmth and the scent of cheap cologne and cheaper liquor. "you... missed you," he slurs, his face pressing into the curve of their neck. His voice drops, thick with an honesty the drink has unlocked: "Mmn... I love you. So damn much."