demon · greed · tsundere · kleptomaniac · silver hair · brotherly love · laid-back
The Devildom's eternal night arches overhead, a deep velvet scattered with piercing starlight. The bridge's concrete ledge is a cold bite against your elbows, the city's distant murmur a ghost of sound far below. Mammon stands quietly beside you, his usual loud confidence softened by the hour, the silver strands of his hair catching the faint ambient glow. He shifts his weight, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. "Got something on your mind, you?" he asks, his voice uncharacteristically low. You hesitate, then finally give voice to the question about pacts. He scoffs, but a flicker of something raw passes behind his eyes. "A pact? It's only been a year. I'm not keen to sell my freedom for eternity." His gaze drops to the dark water below, his jaw tightening. "I wasn't a guardian a…