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With how little free time you've had lately, one would think you’d know what to do with it once you finally got it. And yet, there you were aimlessly wandering around the House of Lamentation.

Considering you had yet to run into any of the other house’s occupants, you figured they must all be busy with their own stuff. Typically, you had no trouble entertaining yourself. Honestly, you would normally consider a break from the brothers’ pestering a blessing. But today was different, because today you were bored.

With an over dramatic sigh you meandered into the library. Like all the other common spaces you’d encountered thus far, the library was empty. However, there were signs that indicated the room had been recently occupied. For one, the lights were on and the fireplace was lit. There was also an open book sitting on the oval coffee table that sat in between two extravagant armchairs.

If you had to guess, you would say the book belonged to Satan. Chances were, the Avatar of Wrath had left to go get something or do something real quick and intended to return shortly. Of course, it was unlikely he would be in the mood to entertain you if he was in the middle of reading. Satan valued his reading time very highly.

“Wonder what he’s reading,” you murmured to yourself as you approached the coffee table. You reached out to brush a hand against the yellowed pages of the ancient looking tome. The tip of your index finger had only just barely brushed against the paper when suddenly you were assaulted by a blinding flash of light.

“Gah!” you exclaimed, stumbling backwards.

The brilliant light disappeared after just a moment, however it took you several to regain your senses after the disorienting experience. As soon as you blinked the last of the spots out of your vision, you instantly noticed something wasn’t right. The coffee table you had just been standing next to now stood taller than you, and a glance around the room proved that everything was suddenly...bigger.

Next, you realized you could no longer feel your fingers or toes, which was immediately alarming. You lifted up your arms, afraid of what you would find. “Oh my god,” you breathed as you took in the sight of the hooves that now replaced your hands. Your gaze shot down towards your feet to find them in a similar state as your hands.

“I need a mirror,” you thought to yourself. But before you could get the chance to locate one, you began to hear, as well as feel a set of footsteps approaching.

You turned towards the doorway, expecting to see Satan returning from wherever he’d been. Instead, you saw none other than your very first pact standing in the doorway.

Mammon was already taller than you when you were normal, but now that you were...whatever the hell you were, he looked super tall. Even from this distance, you could tell you would probably reach no higher than his knee.

You just stood frozen there, waiting for the Avatar of Greed to notice you. You watched as Mammon’s blue and yellow eyes scanned the room as though he were looking for something or someone. It only took a moment before his gaze landed on you. His eyes went wide and his white eyebrows shot up. “A little sheep?” he questioned in confusion.

“Ah, I guess that answers the question of what I am,” you thought to yourself.

As Mammon took a few steps further into the room, you finally seemed to come to your senses and realized oh yeah, maybe you should tell him what happened. “Mammon, it’s me,” you said, or at least that’s what you tried to say. What actually came out was a high pitched baaaaa.

“I can’t talk?!” your thoughts were beginning to become panicky. “Oh no, this is bad.” Why did Satan have to have so many cursed books? And why the hell did he have to just leave them lying around for anyone to stumble across?

“Aww, aren’t you just a cutie,” Mammon purred, not stopping his approach until he was standing right in front of you.

Were it any other occasion you would have blushed from such a compliment from Mammon. Outright compliments were rare from the white haired demon, he preferred to hide his feelings behind a wall of halfhearted insults. But given the fact that Mammon thought he was talking to some random sheep and not the human exchange student he had a pact with, you didn’t feel particularly flattered.

“Come on, Mammon, it’s me,” you attempted speaking again, but once again it came out as nothing more than a little bleat.

“Your baa is so precious!” Mammon crooned as he lowered himself to a crouch so he was more on your level.

You had only ever seen Mammon so openly affectionate with Goldie before. The fact that he also seemed to have a soft spot for animals was more than a little endearing, and you would be able to appreciate it more were it not for the fact that you were the animal in question.

Before you realized what was happening, you felt two hands grip you on either side. “Woah, what are you--” you were cut off when suddenly you felt yourself being lifted off the ground. The next thing you knew, Mammon had stood back up and was now holding you in front of him with a wide grin on his face.

“Don’t be scared, Sheepy,” Mammon said sweetly.

“Sheepy??? Is that really the best name he could come up with?”

“I don’t know where ya came from, but let’s worry about that later,” Mammon stated. “Why don’t we get ya somethin’ to eat?”

At the mention of food, you did notice you were a small bit peckish. Of course, you would much prefer to be returned back to normal first, but it wasn’t like you really had a say in the matter. So long as you were like this, you were pretty much at the whim of those around you.

“I can’t even use my pact because I can’t speak,” you mentally whined. One of these days you really needed to have Solomon teach you how to better make use of your pacts. You had a feeling the sorcerer could control his demons without even having to say a word.

Mammon readjusted his grip on you so that he now held you against his chest with your front side facing outwards. The feeling of his arms wrapped around your middle made you feel all warm inside. Because Mammon was in constant denial of having any affectionate feelings towards a human, he rarely hugged you like he was now. “Ugh, I can’t even enjoy this because he doesn’t know it’s actually me.”

While you were in a considerably grumpy mood, Mammon was clearly experiencing quite the opposite. The demon was whistling cheerfully as he made his way through the hallways of the House of Lamentation. Apparently he was pleased with his new “sheep” friend.

As Mammon went, you happened to catch a glimpse of your reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall. You did indeed appear to be a sheep, and a very cute one at that. You could see why Mammon had been gushing over you. Your body was almost completely surrounded by soft pink fluff, only your face and legs stuck out of the puffy mass. There was also a pair of curled horns protruding from your head. “Yeah, I’m totally unrecognizable.”

You had no way of knowing whether or not the spell, or enchantment, or whatever that had affected you would wear off on its own. That had been the case when Satan and Lucifer had switched bodies, but that had taken days. You couldn’t go days on end as a sheep! Surely the brothers would realize the human exchange student they lived with was missing. But would they put two and two together and realize the random sheep was actually you?

Would Satan be aware of the effect his book had, assuming the book did indeed belong to him. Clearly it didn’t turn demons into sheep, otherwise Satan wouldn’t have been casually reading it. So if it only turned humans into sheep, would Satan know? You could only hope so.

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After Satan went off to research remedies for your sheep affliction, and Lucifer excused himself to attend to some business in his office, you were once again left alone with Mammon. He carried you off to the common room, but not before sending a message in the HoL group chat announcing the situation. 

It only took a couple of minutes after Mammon’s and your arrival in the common room for the rest of the brothers to start showing up. An incredibly boisterous Asmodeus was first, and then an apologetic Beelzebub, followed by an embarrassed Leviathan and a nonplussed Belphegor. 

You were currently positioned on Mammon’s lap, who was sitting on one of the sofas beside Asmo. Belphegor was sprawled out on the sofa across the way, his eyes drooping sleepily as he looked at you. Levi sat sideways in an armchair a few feet away, and Beel was standing in front of the fireplace while munching on some kind of sandwich. 

“Oh Y/N, now that I know the sheep is you, you’re even cuter!” Asmodeus squealed as he reached over to pet the top of your head. 

“Oi, knock it off!” Mammon complained as he smacked his brother’s hand away. “Y/N doesn’t want you buggin ‘em.” 

A grumpy pout took form on Asmo’s face. “You don’t know that,” he whined. “Besides, you’ve been hogging them the whole day, it’s my turn to hold them.” 

You let out a soft baa of a sigh. Even though the boys knew it was you, they still seemed to be bickering over you like you were some toy. Not that they didn’t behave similarly when you were human, but at least then you could speak up for yourself. 

Noticing the sound you had made, Mammon glanced down at you. “You’re sayin ya want Asmo to leave ya alone, aren’t ya?” he incorrectly translated. 

“Maybe we should get Solomon over here, he might know a spell that makes animals talk,” Belphie suggested through a yawn. 

Without looking up from his D.D.D, Levi shook his head. “Nah, Lucifer said Solomon is helping Satan figure out how to turn Y/N back.” You were pleased to hear Solomon was on the case as well. You knew what a great sorcerer he was. If anyone could find a way to undo your sheepification, he could. 

“How about this then,” Asmodeus began, shifting his gaze so that it was focused on you. “If you’re okay with letting the rest of us hold you for a little bit, then nod.” He was wearing a sweet grin, his orange eyes watching you expectantly. 

“His charming powers may not work on me, but I still can’t say no to a face like that,” you thought to yourself. You didn’t mind letting him or any of the others hold onto you for a bit anyways. You admittedly loved being with Mammon, his gentle handling and careful movements were unbelievably endearing, but it wouldn’t hurt to try to curb that possessive nature of his a bit. 

And so, you gave Asmo a nod in response--who let out an excited cheer while Mammon began spluttering indignantly. “Hey, Lucifer put me in charge of lookin after them!” he exclaimed as he tried and failed to grab a hold of you before Asmo managed to snatch you up. 

“Y/N is perfectly safe with me,” the Avatar of Lust crooned. “I would never let anything hurt a single piece of wool on their adorable little body.” He pulled you against his chest, enveloping you in a delicious smelling aroma that you assumed either came from the demon’s soap or perfume. 

Mammon folded his arms over his chest with a huff. “Fine, but don’t let Beel have ‘em. He was tryin to eat ‘em earlier.”

  You glanced over your shoulder to see Beel wearing a mournful expression as he polished off the last of his sandwich. Meanwhile, his twin was shooting Mammon a dirty look. 

“He’s already apologized for that,” the dark haired demon snipped defensively. It was honestly sweet how protective Belphie could get over Beel, and vice versa. Despite their differences, the twins really were two peas in a pod. 

“Like you’re one to talk anyways,” Levi piped up, finally glancing up from his D.D.D. screen. “I seem to remember you threatening to eat Y/N multiple times when they first arrived in the Devildom--and that was when they were human.” 

Leviathan had a point. Pretty much all of the brothers had threatened you in one way or another at some point. They’d all made significant strides though, so sometimes you actually forgot about the amount of times you’d been called demon food, or threatened with having your limbs removed-- “Okay that sounds really bad when I think of it like that…”

You caught a glimpse of Mammon fish mouthing, as if he was trying desperately to come up with an argument but was failing quite miserably. While you tended to think Mammon was frequently unfairly ganged up against by his brothers, you had to agree with Belphie and Levi. You knew Beelzebub’s hunger could sometimes make him do...unpredictable things, but so long as he knew you were you , then you trusted him not to hurt you. 

“Enough bickering,” you declared, though of course it came out as nothing more than a series of bleats. 

Asmodeus lifted you up in front of his face, which was wearing an enthralled expression. “Aww, you’re trying to talk, aren’t you?” he inquired, a note of sympathy in his voice. “Poor darling.” You were then thrown entirely off guard as Asmo planted a soft kiss on your forehead. 

Of course, affection from the Avatar of Lust wasn’t uncommon, but somehow the kiss still caught you by surprise. You didn’t think sheep were capable of blushing, otherwise your face would no doubt be flooded with heat. 

“Knock it off!” Mammon cried, landing a smack on the side of his brother’s head. 

You heard Belphie sigh and glanced over your shoulder to see him shaking his head tiredly. “Asmo, don’t you think you’re taking advantage of Y/N’s inability to tell you off for that?” 

Asmodeus’s eyebrows shot up as he let out an offended gasp. “What a terrible accusation!” he exclaimed. “It was just an innocent forehead kiss.” You couldn’t say you exactly minded the kiss, despite how much it had surprised you, but still, you wouldn’t put it past Asmo to sneak in some extra affection while you were unable to easily resist.

And then, unexpectedly fast for the previously sleepy demon, Belphegor sprung to his feet. You could barely even blink before he was upon you and you found yourself once again being snatched by the Avatar of Sloth. “Aww, no fair, Belphie,” you heard Asmo pout.

Just like last time, rather than keeping you for himself, Belphie shoved you into someone else’s unprepared arms. This time, rather than Levi’s, it was Beelzebub’s. “It was Beel’s turn,” Belphie announced firmly, hands planted on his hips. 

Unlike Levi, Beel was quick to adjust his grip in order to hold you comfortably. He wasn’t embarrassed to be holding you like Levi had been, but judging by the expression on his face, he did appear to be nervous in his own right. 

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Mammon looking less than pleased with his littlest brother’s act of defiance, but knowing Mammon, he wouldn’t do anything more than gripe about it. 

With movements surprisingly smooth and gentle for someone as big as he was, Beel shifted you around until he was holding you on either side. The red headed demon had a sad look on his face, reminiscent of a child who had done something they knew they shouldn’t have. “I promise I’ll never eat you,” he said as he raised you so that you were level with his face. He said it so sincerely, it was obvious he was being genuine. You had no doubt that he would do everything in his power to make good on that promise.

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A little over an hour had passed since “Sheepy’s” identity had been revealed. You and the brothers, minus Satan and Lucifer, were all still in the common room together. They had all seemed unwilling to leave you, despite Mammon’s insistence that he could watch you just fine on his own. 

Currently, you were being used as a pillow/stuffed animal for Belphegor as he dozed off on the sofa, replacing his usual cow print pillow. Admittedly, you were quite comfortable--although, being cuddled so openly in front of the rest of the room's occupants was a little embarrassing. Not that it wasn’t something Belphie would do even if you were in your regular human form. The Avatar of Sloth clearly enjoyed snuggling up to someone or something as he slept.

“I’m going to wake him up, he’s getting way more time with Y/N than I did,” Asmodeus complained, glaring grumpily at his sleeping little brother. 

“But look at how peaceful he is,” Beelzebub countered, smiling softly at the sight of you and his twin together. 

Belphie shifted slightly in his sleep, pulling your fluffy body closer to his chest. You could feel his heart beating steadily. He seemed to be completely at ease. Personally, you would never be able to fall asleep in a room full of people like he had. The idea of a bunch of people watching you while you were at your most vulnerable made you anxious. But obviously Belphie didn’t share that sentiment.

“I bet Y/N would rather be sitting by me, helping me find a new TSL figure to buy,” Leviathan piped up. He held out his D.D.D. for everyone to see. The screen displayed a page on Akuzon full of anime figurines.

Mammon scoffed. “Yeah right. Y/N doesn’t wanna deal with your dumb nerdy stuff.”

You sighed. It seemed that when you weren’t able to speak for yourself, the brothers would just bicker amongst themselves about what they thought you were thinking--which was really just what they personally wanted you to think. 

“For thousands of years old demons, they sure do act immature sometimes,” you thought to yourself. 

Just then, you heard the sound of approaching footsteps. You tried to get a glimpse at the doorway, but with Belphegor’s arm effectively holding you down, your range of movement was quite limited. 

However, you didn’t have to wonder who was coming for long, because they were quick to speak up. “Satan and Solomon have discovered a method they believe will cure Y/N,” you heard Lucifer announce. 

You wanted to jump for joy at the news, but Belphie, who still hadn’t stirred, continued to keep you captive. You let out a baa that you hoped might wake up the sleeping demon, but all the noise seemed to do was make his nose twitch a bit. 

Then suddenly you felt the gentle but firm weight of Belphie’s arm lift away. But rather than the Avatar of Sloth moving his own arm as you initially thought, you realized someone else had shoved it away. “Get off ‘a them,” Mammon said as he scooped you up. 

Shortly after his cuddle buddy got removed, Belphie finally began to wake up. He immediately let out a cranky huff as he realized what had happened. “Could’ve tried asking nicely,” he griped as he rubbed his eyes.

Mammon paid his brother no mind, instead he focused on situating you in his arms. It seemed as though, ever since finding out you were Sheepy, he made an extra effort to ensure your comfort while he held you. It was sweet, though you doubted he would ever admit to it if you mentioned it to him. 

“So what’s the cure?” Levi questioned. 

Up in Mammon’s arms, you had a good view of everything around you. You watched as Lucifer strode further into the room. “The book’s curse itself isn’t equipped with a countercurse; however, Solomon knows of a potion intended to return humans to their original form,” the Avatar of Pride explained. “He and Satan have spent the last half hour mixing together the concoction.” 

“So where’s the potion?” Asmodeus asked, clearly noticing Lucifer’s empty hands. 

“In the kitchen,” Lucifer stated. “It needed a few more minutes to simmer so I offered to retrieve Y/N.” 

“Great!” Mammon declared. “I’ll take ‘em there now.” The white haired demon began to make his way towards the common room’s exit, only to be stopped by Lucifer suddenly stepping in front of him and blocking his path. 

“ I will be taking Y/N,” the eldest brother announced. You glanced up to see Mammon open his mouth to argue, but Lucifer was quick to stop him. “If the potion even comes in contact with a demon’s skin, it can cause a negative reaction,” he explained. “It’s an unnecessary risk to get more demons involved than necessary.” 

You smiled to yourself. Though Lucifer was using his bossy older brother voice, you knew he was coming from a place of concern for the wellbeing of his brothers. If you’d learned anything about the Avatar of Pride during your stay in the Devildom, it was that he cared deeply for his family--so deeply that he would go to extreme lengths to protect them. It was one of the things you loved about the guy, despite the fact that it had put you in danger on numerous occasions.

“Aw man,” Mammon groaned, though you could tell he wasn’t going to try to put up a fight. Instead, he blew out a dramatic sigh as he turned you around so that you were facing him. “Well, as much of a pain as it was to hafta look after ya, I gotta admit, I kinda liked you as a sheep,” he told you with a light chuckle. 

“Oh yes, the sheep look totally suits you!” Asmo put in. “We absolutely have to style you a sheep inspired outfit later!” You grinned. You weren’t really sure what a “sheep inspired outfit” would look like, but you were intrigued to find out. 

“Are we sure we can’t keep them like this a little longer?” Belphie asked sleepily. “I haven’t slept so well in a while.” You gave an indignant bleat in response to that one. You were glad to have helped Belphegor sleep better, but you weren’t about to be stuck as a sheep a moment longer than necessary. 

“LMAO! Look at how Mammon’s glaring at Belphie,” Levi remarked. Sure enough, when you looked at Mammon’s face you noticed him wearing a scowl--a scowl directed right at Belphegor. 

“Just another instance of Mammon being possessive,” you thought with an internal sigh. 

“Enough.” Lucifer didn’t even have to raise his voice for it to easily carry across the entire room. “Mammon, give me Y/N if you please.” 

Mammon sighed. “Yeah alright, fine.” He gave your sheep-like face one last long look before finally relinquishing you to his older brother. 

Immediately you felt the difference in the way Mammon held you versus the way Lucifer was holding you. It wasn’t a bad difference, just a...different difference. Mammon had been holding onto you gently, as if you were made of glass that might break under his fingers at any moment. Meanwhile, Lucifer’s hands on either side of your body held you in a firm and unrelenting grip--not painful at all, just completely unyielding. 

“I’m sure you all have homework you should be doing,” Lucifer stated, addressing his brothers. “Get to it and stop loitering in here.” With that, the Avatar of Pride turned on his heel and strode out of the room, taking you with him. 

At first, there was nothing but prolonged silence between the two of you as Lucifer made his way towards the kitchen. Considering you couldn’t currently do anything more than bleat incoherently, you blamed the demon for the lack of chatter. Lucifer wasn’t a particularly talkative person, but you were beginning to worry he might be upset with you for getting yourself turned into a sheep. 

Just when your anxiety was starting to peak, Lucifer finally spoke up. “Sometimes I wonder if you seek out trouble,” he remarked while keeping his eyes forward. 

“I do not--” you started to think, but then remembered the whole Belphie in the attic situation and realized maybe Lucifer had half a point. You didn’t necessarily intend to wind up in trouble, but you had a hard time burying your head in the sand and ignoring things right in front of you. In Belphie’s instance, you couldn’t ignore the voice calling out from the attic. In this most recent sheep incident, you couldn’t ignore the open book sitting on the coffee table. “Okay, in hindsight maybe I shouldn’t have touched Satan’s book.” 

“I shudder to think what may have happened to you had we not learned your true identity in time,” Lucifer said, a dark note in his voice. You had to agree with him there. You weren’t sure what exactly Lucifer would have done with an unwanted pet, but you were prone to contemplating the very worst scenarios. 

Lucifer let out an exhausted sigh. “You make it very difficult to keep you safe, Y/N.” Okay, now you just felt bad. Obviously you hadn’t asked to be snatched away from the human realm and plopped in the middle of a place full of creatures that had it out for you, but to be fair, Lucifer hadn’t either. The whole exchange program thing was Diavolo’s idea. Lucifer, as well as the rest of the student council, was essentially forced to go along with it. You really didn’t want to be a burden to the brothers. Perhaps you needed to make a greater effort to avoid trouble in the future…

“That being said,” Lucifer began, interrupting your thoughts. “I’m quite glad you’re safe, and I’ll be happy to see you returned back to yourself.” You glanced up to see a small smile on the demon’s face, which of course caused you to smile as well. Lucifer really could be endearing when he wanted to be. 

“There you are,” Satan said once he spotted you and Lucifer entering the kitchen. “Solomon says the potion should be ready now.” 

A wave of strange and unfamiliar smells struck you the moment you got a couple feet into the room. The wooden table in the center of the room was stacked full of various vials, containers, and potion making equipment. At the back of the kitchen, Solomon stood over the cauldron, stirring the contents slowly. 

The white haired sorcerer glanced your way, a look of amusement coming over him as he took in the sight of you. “I suppose I’ve been the only human in the Devildom for a brief time,” he commented with a soft chuckle. 

“Ha ha, very funny,” you bleated before sticking your tongue out at him. Of course, that only caused Solomon to laugh even more. You caught a smirk on Satan’s face as well. It was at that point that you began to realize how ridiculous the whole situation was, and you too started to laugh in your weird, sheep-like way. 

“I’m glad you’re all so amused, but I do have other things to be attending to, so if we could hurry this along,” Lucifer interrupted, successfully getting all three of you to straighten your faces. 

“Of course, just let me portion out the proper amount,” Solomon said in that smooth, polite way of his. He then went about measuring and then transferring a bit of the potion into a small glass vial. 

Satan was standing back about as far away from the cauldron as he could get. That was evidence enough that Lucifer had been telling the truth about the potential harm the potion could do to demons. It was a unique change of pace--something being more dangerous to demons than humans. Most of the time it was the other way around. 

“Alright, I believe that should do it,” Solomon announced, setting aside the pipette he’d been using to measure out the potion. “Now all you need to do is drink this and you should be back to yourself in no time,” he told you, a kind smile on his face. 

You scrutinized the potion, as if just looking at it would reveal its hidden properties to you. The liquid was of a pale green color, with little gold specks floating around in it. It didn’t look particularly appetizing, but neither did it look offensively revolting either. You just hoped it tasted okay. Of course, if it would turn you back into a human you would drink it no matter what it tasted like--but it would be nice if it went down easy. 

“Lucifer, would you like me to take Y/N?” Solomon inquired. “I wouldn’t want to risk you coming into contact with the mixture.” The sorcerer was keeping his distance from either of the demons in the room, and was holding the potion-filled vial almost as if it were a ticking time bomb. 

You looked back at Lucifer to see him shake his head. “I’ll be fine, just administer the potion,” he responded, his commanding tone making it clear there was no room for argument.

Solomon, appearing unsurprised by Lucifer’s stubbornness, gave a nod of confirmation. He then approached you, continuing to hold the potion vial very carefully. Once he was directly in front of you and Lucifer, he gave you another one of his gentle smiles. “Alright, just drink it all,” he told you.

After nodding your understanding, you opened your mouth and allowed Solomon to pour the potion inside. There was no way you were going to risk trying to maneuver the vial with your hooves now, not when any spillage could get on Lucifer and possibly make him sick. 

As the concoction made contact with your tongue, you realized it had an almost sour taste to it. It wasn’t bad per se, just unexpected. At least it had a better flavor than some of the more...unusual Devildom dishes. 

You allowed Solomon to pour the entirety of the potion into your mouth before swallowing it all down. You couldn’t help but feel giddy. You were finally going to be human again! 

Just then, your body was overcome by an overwhelming tingling sensation. It was almost like every part of you had gone numb. “Okay, this feels--” the first part of the sentence came out as a baa , but then, “--really weird.” You heard your own voice--your human voice speak. 

The next thing you knew, you were no longer being held in Lucifer’s hands, but rather you were now standing on your own two feet, his hands gripping your shoulders from behind. Solomon was standing in front of you, looking quite satisfied. 

Slowly, you lifted your hands up in front of your face. No longer were you met with the sight of two hooves, but rather hands complete with five fingers each. You then glanced down at your legs. You were overjoyed to see human legs and human feet. You were even more overjoyed to find that your clothes had transformed back with you, otherwise you would be standing completely naked in front of two demons and a sorcerer…

“I’ll try to be a bit more careful with my books in the future,” Satan suddenly spoke up as he walked a little closer to you. 

“Yes, you will,” Lucifer said icily. “Otherwise I may have to confiscate all of them.” Satan ignored his brother’s threat. For now, his focus was centered on you. 

“And I’ll try not to touch things that aren’t mine,” you replied with a sheepish little chuckle. 

Your day spent as a sheep had been quite draining, and so shortly after transforming back into a human, you excused yourself to go take a shower and spend some time unwinding in your room. 

You were sitting on your bed, dressed in your pajamas, and running a comb through your damp hair when you heard a knock at the door. You let out a soft sigh. You had sort of been hoping for some alone time, but you weren’t altogether surprised one of the brothers had come by to see you after the day’s ordeal. “Come in!” you called.

A moment later, your bedroom door swung open, and in walked a white haired, gold tinted glasses wearing demon. “Ya turned back into a human and didn’t even think to come see me?” Mammon exclaimed as he shut the door behind him. “All I get is a lousy text in the group chat?” 

Before you could get out any sort of explanation, the Avatar of Greed had plopped himself beside you on the bed. He sat criss-cross, facing you, and was wearing a sulky expression. “I just needed some time to...recuperate,” you finally were able to tell him. “Why? Were you worried about me?” you asked, a sly smile taking shape on your lips. 

Instantly, Mammon’s cheeks were struck with a flash of red. “Y-yeah right,” he stammered. “I-I just think I deserve more since I...well since I had to waste my day takin care of you!” 

Your smile softened. As much as you loved to tease Mammon, you needed to tell him how grateful you were. He hadn’t known it was you at first, but he’d taken good care of “Sheepy” anyways. You didn’t know if you would’ve made it through the whole ordeal without him watching out for you. “Thank you for that,” you said, looking directly into Mammon’s multi-colored eyes so he could see how sincere you were being. 

Mammon met your gaze for a moment before blushing deeper and looking away. “Yeah well, if ya wanna pay me back, forget everything ya heard me say about you when I didn’t know you were Sheepy,” he responded quietly. 

“That’s right, I need to talk to him about what he said earlier about me wanting time away from him,” you remembered. You were quite sure Mammon wouldn’t want to discuss it. He’d be embarrassed and probably insist you drop the subject altogether. But you couldn’t do that. He needed to know how important he, and the rest of his brothers, were to you. You needed him to understand that just because sometimes you needed a little bit of demon-free time, that didn’t mean you didn’t still care about him.

“Mammon, let’s talk.”