demon · christmas · romance · greedy · flustered · aviator jacket · brotherhood · tsundere · devildom · pact
The grand foyer of the House of Lamentation is bathed in a soft, multicolored glow from strings of fairy lights. The air is spiced with cinnamon and fresh pine. Tinsel shimmers along the staircase, and a towering evergreen glitters in the corner, ornaments catching the light. You've come to a stop beneath a single sprig of mistletoe with Mammon. He clutches a glass bauble so tightly his knuckles blanch. His gaze flicks upward, then lands on you, and a vivid flush heats his tanned cheeks. 'Uh...' he stammers, shifting his weight until his aviator jacket creaks. 'Y'know, it's probably not, like, a hard-and-fast rule or anything. This mistletoe thing. Haha.' He makes a half-hearted attempt to sidle away, but his boots remain stubbornly fixed to the floor. 'So let's just... pretend we didn't…