Aclima

The door shuts as the demons leave, Lucifer didn't seem all that powerful or terrifying like she had thought. A small man who lets his daughter talk over him. It was odd to a woman who lived a life knowing she would always be second best with her father's favoritism towards his sons. Sure she loved her father and took pride in being the most trusted woman in the family, but her father had stopped hiding resentment towards women after a few meetings in hell. Something about a woman named Lilith. He did tone it down around his daughters at least.

Abel seems to be processing what just happened pouring himself another glass and staring at the door with an unreadable expression. Seth sits obediently quiet as he awaits for the older two to speak. He was always one to follow the authority of those that were older than him which is why he made a good husband. Aclima still doesn't understand why they are letting these wrenches even think there's a chance of redemption or why Abel wants to see hell for himself before making a decision.

"So, what are your thoughts on the king of hell and his daughter?" Abel asks.

"Lackluster, the king seems to be a weak willed man content to let his daughter run wild with no way to rein her in. The daughter is as oblivious as Emily with no real awareness of others and to blind to any real issues in favor of thinking anything can be solved if you sing a sweet enough song." Aclima's words are cutting, hoping to tear any idea the demons have good intentions to shred before the seeds of doubt are planted.

"It's our first meeting, we don't know them well enough to make such accusations." Seth defends.

His bleeding heart attitude ticks off his sister even more. "You want to get to know the demons that killed our father? Might as well hand over your halo now and rip off your wings before you disgrace our family any more."

Seth tenses at her words. "THAT NOT WHAT I-!"

Abel slams his glass on the table "STOP IT! We need to think smart for once! Starting fights with each other isn't helping anyone but our enemies. I don't like this either, but no matter how unassuming Lucifer is, he still is the king of hell with all the power of a demon king. We don't have dad protecting us anymore so any wrong move could put us in heaven or hell's shit list!"

Aclima turns away angry that Abel is right, but still annoyed that her brothers are acting like demons aren't the scum that they are. Seth is understandable, he always wants to believe people can be better even from demons apparently. Abel however is more odd, he despises demons having constant nightmares because of what their demonic brother did to him. He nearly had a panic attack when they decided to come in person instead of being holograms. Not that her or Seth would ever tell their siblings that.

"Dad isn't dead, stop acting like he is…" Seth mumbles under his breath, fingernails digging into his skin as he refuses to look at his siblings.

Abel lets out a sigh ignoring the comment. "Come on, we need to get home."

They move to the roof heading back to the golden gates, St. Peter lets them in with a curt smile. Seth's pets greet him by knocking the man down and licking every inch of his face when they walk into their little spot in heaven. A few of their sisters are watering the plants and give a wave when they see the oldest return. Some of their brothers are sparing in the yard brushing up on their spearmanship and archery skills, only a few use other weapons but they aren't using actual angelic steel so they will be fine. What is odd is seeing the youngest of all Adam's children sparing instead of hiding in his room like normal.

Abel and Aclima leave Seth to deal with his pets alone heading over to the boys. "Cipher? What are you doing out here?"

The youngest sweeps his leg under Daniel tripping him as his wing collides with his brother's face. He smiles, happy for the distraction the two gave him. "Hey mom, hey Abel! Figured I'd get some sun for once and they really wanted to challenge me."

Aclima sets him with an annoyed look, sure she raised him with her own children since Eve and Adam died before he could really know them but she disliked how he thought her and Seth were his parents when they weren't. Adam never seemed to care that Lucifer, the son with the so-called cursed name, never saw him as a father or that made his way into heaven. Of course he preferred to be called Cipher now considering the name Lucifer only seemed to make Adam go on a rant about the wife stealing demon.

"If you say so… Just don't go overboard guys, it's fine if you want to hone your skills but if you draw blood I'll find a fun way to make you regret it." Abel threatens

Which makes all the younger brothers sing a sighing chorus of "Yes, sir." in response.

Abel rolls his eyes at their discomfort, turning back to Seth being mauled with love by his various animals. "SETH! Keep an eye on the brats!" Seth lifts a hand out of the mess of fur and feathers with a thumbs up to show he heard.

Abel heads up to his room without delay leaving Aclima to do what she wants. So she hunts down her sisters Kalmana and Lusia. She knows the duo is perfect for the little plan she has. She finds them lounging in some hot spring-like area being pampered by male angels and a few ladies. When they see Aclima they happily dismiss their admirers smiling at their big sister as she approaches.

"Hey Lima, what brings you to our little paradise away from home?" Lusia asks, lifting up her glass and offering a sip from her dry martini.

"I have a special assignment for my favorite little terrors." Aclima says enjoying the way they lean closer to her ready for whatever she has planned.

"This doesn't have anything to do with that pathetic sinner does it?" Kalmana inquires with fake innocence.

Aclima nods. "It does, I want you two to befriend him."

Lusia gives her a perplexed look. "Excuse me? There's no way I hear you right."

"My dear sister, if you befriend someone it becomes far easier to manipulate them. You remember that footage, he has a little demon girl back in hell use that to make him return." Aclima explains.

"So you want us to convince him to leave and be with his sweetheart again." Kalmana clarifies.

"If ya can but it might be better to keep that for later, right now just befriend him make sure you get your hooks in." Aclima knows the snake is someone important to the demon princess so it is a good idea to get as much knowledge about the girl's hotel from a former resident.

"Alright, consider it done sis." Lusia says leaning back into the water as Aclima heads back home to rest.

Lucifer

Charlie had a great time telling the hotel about Sir Pentious being welcomed into heaven so much so they all left to celebrate at one of the many bars around Pride. Cheri tried to pretend she was just happy to party but she seemed genuinely elated to know the snake guy was still alive. Angel Dust made sure to tease her when he noticed. Lucifer wasn't in the mood to party especially with only a week to prepare for whatever an inspection was to these angels. Which meant he was left alone at the hotel with Alastor of all people.

He didn't want to leave his room if it meant he would be face to face with that tacky radio deer, so it made his earlier dilemma about calling or visiting up Ozzie far easier to do. Summoning a portal after finding the rubber duck he had made in Asmodeus's image years ago he steals his nerve to go visit his fellow sin. Lust was far different than Pride with people openly leering at others and the many shops for toys and clothes. A stray thought makes him wonder if he should get something for Adam, before having to crush it with the ambiguity of their relationship.

He stares up at the large door to Asmodeus's home wondering if he should have called first, it's probably rude to just show up out of the blue. On the other hand he is the king of hell so it's normal to abuse his power and barge into whatever ring he pleases, right? Lucifer is pacing on the steps for about half an hour, his mind still not making a decision, when the door opens to the giant roster himself. He leans against the frame rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he's dressed in a bathrobe and behind him is an imp curiously hiding behind his legs peeking at the King.

"Lucy? Is that you?" Ozzie asks, voice coated in sleep as he yawns a second later.

"OZZIE! How's hell's favorite vice doing? I just thought I'd stop by and catch up ya know, but uh… if you're tired I can just head on back home." Lucifer talks fast and awkward, it's been forever since he's talked to his fellow sins aside from the yearly reports but that's all done on the phone or in paper work.

The sin squints like he said something weird. "Well you came all the way here, why not come in and have breakfast with us?"

It's noon so it would be lunch but Lucifer keeps that to himself. "Oh yeah I'd love that!"

Asmodeus leads Lucifer to the kitchen with the odd imp happily following. Lucifer finds a spot to sit as Asmodeus starts making eggs and bacon. Lucifer had expected the imp to do the cooking but is happy to eat whatever Ozzie serves him. The imp is happy to help the sin though, and that's around the time realization dawns on Lucifer the way they are interacting, the sweet way they are talking to each other, it's like when he was with Lilith or Eve. These two are in love. A sin and an imp, what an odd couple, but as long as Ozzie is happy he has no issue since it's not his business.

"So why are you really here?" Ozzie asks after placing down everyone's plates.

Lucifer scratches his neck nervously. "I-well a month ago I met Adam again and… nearly beat him to death… but a week ago he showed up again. Charlie wanted us to get along and we kinda slept together."

The imp leans in interested in the conversation instantly as Ozzie munches on his food contemplating something before he speaks. "I thought he was in a contract with Mammon."

"He is! I don't know why Mammon left him with me for a week but now I found out heaven's new ambassadors are… Adam's kids, but they think he's dead and I don't know if I should show them he isn't or just let them believe he is. Plus I don't know where me and Adam stand if we are still enemies or are we now something else?" Lucifer fiddles with what was once his wedding ring, a nervous habit he's yet to break.

Ozzie hisses through his teeth at the information. "Well that is… a lot. So what do you need my help with because I should mention that me and Mammon aren't on speaking terms, after his last clown pageant."

Lucifer sighs, dragging himself halfway down the chair. "Any advice is appreciated, I won't drag you into anything heaven or Mammon related I just need someone to help me think this whole thing through."

Ozzie nods. "Alright, well I have no idea what to do with Adam's kids, after all Charlie is about as much experience as I have with children. I assume they would want to know their dad's okay, especially if they want to launch an attack they would probably hold back if they know their father would be in the crossfire."

"Yeah but then I have to convince Mammon to give me Adam for a time and I doubt he'd be that willing." Lucifer acknowledges.

"He probably has a packed schedule already knowing Mammon." The imp says, his voice filled with resentment.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Lucifer askes sorta surprised the imp is still in the room.

Ozzie shoots a small glare at Lucifer before realizing the king genuinely didn't know who the imp was. "This is my boyfriend Fizz, he used to work for Mammon so he's probably right about the schedule."

"Huh, nice to meet you. I hope you make Ozzie happy." Lucifer holds out his hand to shake which the imp does, once gripped Lucifer pulls him close to make them face to face. "If you break his heart I will make you regret it."

Lucifer's horns appear for only a split second as his voice deepens with the threat, the imp's eyes widen and his body shrinks back as he immediately goes back to normal with a sweet smile. The imp blinks unsure if what he just saw was real. Lucifer would do the same for most if not all the sin's romantic partners since he sees them as little siblings but thankfully most don't see a need for partners in general so he only needs to worry about Charlie.

"Don't be mean Lucy." Ozzie warns.

Lucifer lowers his head at Ozzie's words. "Sorry. Anyway convincing our fellow sin to even let me even borrow Adam for a few hours will probably be a challenge in itself."

"You could get away with waving your king status around, but knowing him he wouldn't care about that. If you have something new or something he wants might work though." Ozzie suggests.

"He did say he would help the hotel if we made sure he came back in one piece, I might be able to use that. Then again my main issue is dealing with Adam himself, I just can't gadge how he feels he just sorta brushed me off or ignored me." Lucifer messes the food around the plate but doesn't eat any of it.

"Well, he is the type to stay in the closet and hide away from all his insecurities as he attacks those who are comfortable with themselves. He's probably going to take longer to process his feelings than most, so just try to talk to him and ease him into a conversation." Ozzie explains.

Lucifer stares at his ring for a moment. "What if he rejects me? Or what if he just hates me more now? I mean am I the problem? Both Lilith and Eve left me. What if Adam does that too?"

Ozzie pats his hand, hiding the ring he's worrying over. "Lucy, you are one of the most passionate people I know. Lilith and Eve wanted something else, they left Adam and you to find it. That's just relationships. Sometimes people just don't work out in the end but you won't know until you try. Maybe Adam is the one, maybe he isn't, you two have far more history than anyone, so there's no telling."

Lucifer's voice is small with his next words. "I just don't want to get my heart broken again."

"I know, but think of it this way if you never try you'll never heal. Do you really want to go back into hiding, with little to no contact with your daughter?" Ozzie tries, his voice sympathetic.

Lucifer lets out a long sigh. "You're right… Thank you."

"Anytime." Ozzie and Lucifer continue to talk about different topics catching up and reminiscing about old times for a few hours before Lucifer heads back to the hotel.

Adam

Lilith and Adam had been fighting nonstop, it was at the point where if they even saw each other they would argue. He hadn't seen any of the angels in days they had all just vanished. Lilith had kept trying to sneak off to the walls of Eden hoping to escape but Adam would just drag her back kicking and screaming. The last fight had ended with her kicking him in the face hard enough to give him a black eye. He just left her wrapped in vines to struggle free on her own in the cave they called home because of that.

Adam was experiencing new emotions none of which he liked because of Lilith's sudden change in demeanor. He needed to talk to someone so he stomped through the garden until he found the only spot he knew an angel would be, Mammon's cave. As he walked water fell from his eyes, at first he thought it was sweat but he wasn't hot and that didn't obscure his vision like this did. His nose was also running which was making it hard to breath, but he didn't stop just wiping away the fluid periodically. These fluids seemed to be tied to this new emotion as the more he had thought on the feeling the worse the symptoms became.

Finally he stumbles upon the cave after trudging through all the flora. "Mammon?!" He calls, hopeful to see his friend.

The cave echos his words but he gets no response so he tries again sniffing back the snot and ignoring the soreness of his throat. "MAMMON?!"

Still nothing but an echo returns. Adam feels like some crushing weight is pressing down on him as he realizes his friend isn't there. The emotion plaguing him becomes unbearable as he sits against the walls of the cave. He feels like he's in extreme pain but has no wound, letting out wails as his vision blurs so much that the world becomes unable to make out. The tears dont stop and his lungs strain with labored breaths.

He's crying too hard to hear the subtle fall of rocks at first or hear the whispered a hiss. "Shit!"

A second later he hears the rumble of rocks cascading down the mountain that houses the cave as Mammon slinks into the entrance from the outside. "Hey ya little runt what's with all the water works for?"

Adam lifts his head enough to see the angel and immediately scrambles towards him mumbling incoherent words through his sobs. Mammon uncomfortably pats Adam's back as the man latches himself onto his leg. Mammon slowly sits down, picking up Adam gently and slowly rocking him, allowing Adam to weep his little heart out as the angel wonders what he's doing. The sun has disappeared by the time Adam calms down, his voice is hoarse, his eyes can't create anymore tears, but the painful emotion still lingers as his cheeks start to dry.

"Feel better, Addy?" Mammon uses the nickname he made for the human to test Adam's emotions.

"No! Lilith she-she probably just hates me now but she refuses to listen and-and now all the angels vanished so I've got no one to talk to!" Adam sniffs, whipping his face of all the snot and drying tears.

Mammon places Adam down on the ground wondering how he could help this situation. "Well us angels will probably be sneaking back into the garden in a week or so but we have to be a lot better at hiding it since that whole stunt with you, Lil, and Lucy."

Adam stares at Mammon with wide eyes. "You guys disappeared because of… me?"

Mammon realizes his words only seemed to upset the little human even more so he struggles on how to proceed, opening and closing his mouth rethinking many words as Adam looks more and more heartbroken by the second. An idea seems to appear as Mammon straightens up for a second, almost like he's psyching himself up for something. A moment later a poof of green smoke and lightning replaces the massive angel form, terrifying Adam who thinks his only friend at the moment just spontaneously combusted.

Then a figure with four arms emerges from the cloud dawning a gold and white robe like Lucifer but far taller. Adam recognizes Mammon but is baffled how such a large thing became so small. Mammon sits beside Adams hunched form wrapping all his arms around the man in a hug hoping to comfort the man. Adam leans into him happy for the human figure rather than the frankly terrifyingly large beastly form of the angel.

"T-thanks Mon." Adam still doesn't feel better but at least the angel tried.

His dream is interrupted by loud banging on his door, jolting him awake before the dream finishes. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he hears the door open followed by heavy footsteps. He knows it's Mammon before the spider demon even starts talking. He's rambling about what they have scheduled and also bitching about his workers whining about how little they're paid. Adam mainly ignores him choosing to get dressed in what is basically his uniform at this point. It's almost unnerving how comfortable he's become around Mammon in just a few days. They have similar personalities which mesh surprisingly well given how terrible Mammon is, of course Adam still doesn't trust him a single bit.

Oddly Mammon has been almost nice since he's returned to greed but that might be because of the money the demon's been obtaining. The days have turned into a normal routine, quickly gorging themselves on breakfast before they head off to check on the progress of smaller projects and new products. Then they do whatever public appearance Mammon set up for either the Glam sisters or Adam, if it's the sisters Adam and Mammon just spend the time talking and counting how much money rolls in. Then lunch, Adam does mandatory guitar practice after it. Next Adam gets free time while Mammon is forced to do his own accounting, he doesn't trust the imps to handle his money but also hates the work he cornered himself into. Finally dinner.

Adam was using his free time to privately garden, not a full plot of land like he had wanted just potted plants. It wasn't going to build any muscle so he tried to understand the odd shit people used to work out but none of it made any sense to him, like what is a metal bar he repeatedly lifts above his chest going to do but make him feel like an idiot with tired arms. If Lute was here she would be happy to basically become a drill sergeant to him. Maybe due to frustration at his lack of progress or maybe just out of boredom Adam heads out to find something to do in the maze of rooms that is Mammon's mansion.

He spots the sister juggling on the wire. He decides not to annoy them since they tend to get angry when he interrupts their practice which is unfortunate they remind him of his army with their abrasive personalities. He might even consider them friends, ya know if they weren't demons. The weirdest part of the sister is that they actually wanted Mammon's favor, which meant they were jealous of him. If Adam could he would hand over Mammon's obsession on him in a heartbeat but he can't.

So Adam continues on to find some sort of entertainment eventually deciding on finding Mammon, at least he can watch the sin suffer with paper work if nothing else. Mammon's home is this weird web shaped labyrinth of hallways, the center of which had the more important things so Mammon's office was easy enough to find. He creaked the door open to double check he was reading the sign right and sure enough he found the clown hunched over a desk. One hand held up his face, another begrudgingly alternated between scribbling down things or punching numbers into a calculator, the third painstakingly picking out each coin from one stack of gold before tossing it into another, and the last playing with a mini skateboard.

The biggest set of eyes which were forced on the skateboard look up when he hears the door open. "The fuck you want cunt?"

"I'm bored, and need something to entertain me." Adam complains undisturbed by the harsh tone of Mammon.

The sin narrows his eyes for a second, angry at the angel interrupting him, then he smiles that same shitty grin that could piss off even the nicest soul. "You're getting a bit too comfortable eh, ya little fuck. If you want fun just go force one of those pathetic imps to juggle or some other stupid shit."

"Nah, too easy, plus I'm sick of all this circus stuff." Adam knows agitating Mammon isn't the smartest thing to do but his own pride makes it impossible to back down from even the smallest of fights, if he can at least tick off the spider he can count that as a win.

"What do you want a hellhound pup to keep you busy or something?" Mammon says straightening up and now using two hands to write and calculate as well as count through the gold. The toy he was playing with is now forgotten as focus shifts between Adam and the money.

Adam walks closer thinking what he could say to really aggravate Mammon propping himself on the desk when he settles on something. "Tempting, maybe I'll train it to piss all over your gold."

Mammon's grin disappears into a sneer, as his hands stop. Slowly he sets everything down, Adam realizes he massively over stepped with that comment as it feels like the room just dropped a few degrees. Instincts scream at Adam to either run or fight as Mammon stands up deliberately stepping around the desk. Adam turns his head to gadge if he can sprint fast enough to get out of the room at least, but then the green strings tying him to the sin appear around his limbs like a warning reminding him that if he struggles it will only make things worse.

Mammon lowers himself to be eye to eye with Adam. "Well, I was gonna hold off on punishments a little bit longer but it seems that hotel made you forget who's giving you this luxurious life."

Adam manages to keep a straight face, despite the dread he feels. "Ah yes what amazing luxury I have being stuck down here in hell forced to perform like a puppet on string."

Mammon chuckles. "You could be on the street ripped apart, eaten alive, or fucked stupid by every sinner or demon that walks by. Most would have cut out your tongue by now just for all your attitude, I'm about the nicest master you're gonna get down here."

"Oh bullshit, you're just some sadistic jackass that profits off suffering." Adam growls.

"I'm not denying the sadistic part, but I've spent more on you then you realize and only now started to gain something back." Mammon holds out one of his hands. "So are you going to be good and accept your punishment like a good angel or are you going to be difficult?"

Adam looks at the hand like it's covered in razor blades. "I haven't done shit!"

"Oh really?" Mammon grabs one of the documents on his desk and starts reading off it. "Multiple replacements have been issued due to property damage caused by you, much of which are stage lights. Custom food ordered directly from gluttony. I had to order specialized cleaning services for your feathers, I had to get a few plumbers to clean the shower drain cus of that too. The many items I let you get for your own personal use some of which you straight up don't use so I need to find storage for those. Should I continue?"

Adam never really understood the purpose or value of money so none of that seems relevant to him. "So?"

Electricity sparks around Mammon as his eyes twitch. "So I'm giving you a choice. Be good and do what I say and I'll be lenient or keep mouthing off and see where that gets you, ya cunt."

Adam looks at him debating in his head what to do. What is the worst Mammon is willing to do to him? What extent of torture does the demon end at? Batting with his self preservation he considers Mammon's offer for leniency it will probably still be horrible but the alternative might result in a broken limb seeing how angry Mammon already is. He feels like he's hyperventilating as his eyes look everywhere but the sin, desperate for an escape of some kind. He wonders if he could send a prayer to get out of this but god abandoned him millennia ago.

He can't help the shiver that runs down his back, but he keeps a stern face trying to hide his fear. "Still don't deserve this but not like you're giving me much of a choice."

Mammon smiles as Adam takes his hand. "Awe now that's more like it, you look so much cuter when you do as you're told."

Adam holds back a comment as Mammon leads him out of the office and into a different room the door whines like it hasn't been used in years but the inside is oddly clean and devoid of dust. The ceiling has hooks hanging from it and the room has a bunch of weird furniture all in a dark green, one that actually looks like a cross. Adam double checks for long nails or anything that looks like a hammer thankfully he doesn't find any, he really doesn't want to be nailed to a cross but wonders what other use the thing has if not a slow painful death. Mammon messes with one of the shelves affixed to the wall picking out some things as Adam fights the urge to sneak away.

Mammon apparently finds the things he's looking for. One item is an eye mask that has the word '$lut' on it in gold and diamonds around the edges. Another looks like a green and black dog collar, the tag being Mammon emblem, the leash of it is a gold chain. A braided leather whip that looks like a cat of nine tails, a bit medieval but the most expected type of item. A candle. The other items Adam doesn't know are all made of metal, one looking like a thin stick with a loop at one end, some cage-like thing with a lock, some small machine with a needle, and the final thing he doesn't even have a comparison to.

"I don't get to play with these a bunch." Mammon says setting down all but the whip and eye mask. "Now strip, then kneel here."

Mammon points to one of the four posts around the center of the room under all the hooks on the ceiling. Adam shifts a bit not wanting to compile to the demand. Mammon's eye bore into him the longer he stalls until Adam relents uncomfortably removing the only garments hiding the form he hates. Adam avoids looking down at his body or at Mammon as he approaches the post, kneeling down, he wonders why the floor around it is cushioned. Mammon wastes no time grabbing his hands and tying them to the post with his webs, as well as his wings so they can't strike out, leaving his back exposed.

"Pretty sure even Bee would kill me if I didn't let you have a safe word so pick one." Mammon says almost like an afterthought.

The unfamiliar word perplexes Adam before he remembers mentions of it from his soldiers, something you wouldn't usually say to tell a partner to stop. Mammon probably wouldn't stop whatever he did even if the word was used. "Jazz music."

Mammon raises a brow but doesn't ask any follow up question about his choice. "You get seven lashes, you can't use the safeword to make me stop the whip."

"What's the point of a safeword if I can't use it?" Adam argues.

"This is still a punishment, there's only a few things you can opt out of, ya bitch." Mammon responds as he covers Adam's eyes with the eye mask.

Adam hears Mammon move behind him, unable to see the demon he's stuck with agonizing anticipation of when the fist strike will hit. The room is silent for a few more seconds letting Adam focus drift to the temperature of the room. Then it hits, nine consecutive lashes strike with the same force at his back ripping a scream from his lips. He's quickly reminded of the stab wounds on his back freshly healed not long ago. He's barely able to think further as the next strike hits his sensitive back. His back is probably growing red already. Then even faster, the third strike hits forcing Adam to hug the post as he grits his teeth to stifle another shout.

The fourth lash has to have broken skin as he feels something trickling down his back. Then Mammon slows for a second either admiring the new wounds or letting Adam breath for a moment. The blindfold forces him to rely on his other senses, intensifying the burning sensation on his back. The fifth lash hits only signaled a second prior with a slight gust of air. The sixth causes him to tear up as it hits directly on those sensitive wounds tearing away the healed skin. Adam nearly bites through his tongue on the seventh and final strike trying to hold back his scream, refusing to give Mammon the satisfaction.

"You scream so pretty." Mammon says into his ear, as he slides a hand over the wounds he just inflicted.

"Bastard!" Adam growls, snapping his teeth towards the sound. He misses only earning a chuckle from the sin.

Mammon is doing something by the sound of it but Adam has know way of knowing what that is. He is thankful to be ignored while Mammon does whatever he's doing as he calms himself. Trying to block out the pain isn't working with the blood dripping down his back or the burning sensation it gives off. Mammon finishes what he's doing, releasing his arms from the post only to maneuver him into something else. His arms are now connected to something hanging from the ceiling. Adam lets out a hiss as Mammon lowers his sore back onto some hammock-like webbing further restraining his movement with the sticky substance. Lastly his legs are tied apart from each other leaving enough room for Mammon to fit between his legs. He feels sick knowing what Mammon intends to do next.

"Comfy?" Mammon mocks his captured prey, rubbing his legs is an almost soothing way.

"Sick fuck." Adam spits out wishing he could inflict far worse wounds on Mammon.

Mammon pinches his thigh as a warning. With Adam being unable to fight back Mammon starts to slide two hands up his torso and the other two down his legs. The caress is a better feeling than the burning of his back only amplified by the nothingness he can see, letting his mind try to fill in the blanks. A hand disappears for a second then he hears the click of a cap followed by cold liquid drip on to his exposed nether region. He hisses through his teeth as the hand returns a finger prodding at his entrance. Mammon starts to bite at his dangling legs as the finger wiggles its way inside him.

"That went in easier than last time…" Mammon's voice is annoyed but strangely not at him.

The finger moves in and out and a second finger is added faster than last time with Lucifer, it's not as bad as the first time either. Still uncomfortable and definitely unwanted but far less painful at the very least. Mammon's other hands wrap around his chest flicking at his nipples. Adam bites into his lower lip to stifle any sound. Mammon starts to slowly stroke his member and to Adam's dismay his body reacts. Adam wants to curse his member for finding satisfaction as the spider plays with his body. He doesn't want this to feel good, he'd rather the pain of whip than the pleasure he didn't agree to.

"What a greedy little angel practically swallowing my fingers." Mammon comments just to humiliate Adam even more.

"You wish, you giant tick!" Adam's rewarded for his back talk with Mammon abruptly yanking out his fingers.

Adam's confused by the empty feeling that follows the removal almost like his body misses the unwanted touch. Mammon steps away grabbing some of the things he had set down earlier judging by the metallic clanks. Something creeps around his neck making him want to slap the thing away, but all he accomplishes is the tensing of his arms. The thing continues to encase his neck, Adam connects the dots to remember that it's probably the dog collar. Hands are on his chest again messing with his nipples before-

Cha-chink

"FUCK!" Adam shouts as something pierces through the sensitive nub. He tries to squirm away as the hands travel to the other one.

Cha-chink

Another yell emits from the angel as his chest burns, something both stopping the blood from escaping but all so holding the fresh wound open. "Call me a tick again and I'll pierce your dick next." Mammon's voice is a low threat in his ear which only moves away when Adam nods.

Mammon returns to his spot between his legs, a hand shoving three fingers into him without warning. Two others return to his chest, at first Adam worries if it's to worsen the pain but instead some sort of numbing cream is being rubbed into his skin. Honestly the little acts of soothing keep confusing him the most, he would rather Mammon just to be harsh and stop pretending to be nice. The last hand does not return to his hardening member, instead he hears a clothing shift making Adam wish he could be deafened as well blindfolded. Mammon removes his finger again slightly adjusting Adam as the man feels something that isn't shaped like anything he recognizes touch his hole.

"I wonder how this will feel…" Mammon says in a whisper like he was thinking aloud, Adam isn't given time to think about it.

Mammon pushes forward, his phallus feeling like some sort of tentacle sliding into him rather than the blunt thing him and Lucifer had between their legs. Thankfully Mammon is slow either easing himself into the sensation or allowing Adam to accommodate him with less issue. He feels annoyingly bigger and longer than Lucifer was reaching deeper and adding more of that oddly pleasurable stretch as it presses on that weird spot inside him. Adam wishes his body was as revolted as his mind is by this situation.

Adam relaxes and Mammon takes that as a cue to move starting with shallow thrusts. The sin's hands toy with his body that betrays him at every little touch. He wants to hate this he wishes for the burning pain that started this but that has ebbed away to an odd discomfort that his brain seems to confuse for pleasure at times. Adam is reminded of Lucifer as Mammon starts biting him again, wondering if all seraphim like to bite or if it's just these two. Lute liked it when he'd nibble at her neck so maybe it was an angel thing to like the unique feeling of teeth against skin.

Mammon speeds up, hands pulling him as deep as he can go. Adam can't stop the whimpers pouring from his mouth as he tries to fight off the building pleasure. Mammon finds a good rhythm stroking Adam's cock as his own drives all the way down to the base a second later. Adam struggles in the webs desperate for any control at this point. A small scent of smoke confused him for a moment before he felt something that rips a whine from his mouth.

It burns for only a second despite moving like water before seemingly hardening to some waxy substance. It is followed by more drips forcing his mind to decide if it finds the experience to be positive or negative. Mammon lets out a rumbled chuckle enjoying the twitches Adam does with each drop of candle wax hitting his skin. The sensations win over reason and disgust at the one doing this to him, as he lets the pathetic sounds and moans fall from his lips.

"Who'da thought you'd be a masochist. You close Addy?" Mammon asks with a hand rubbing specifically at the tip of Adam's member.

"F-fuck you… Ah! Y-yessss." Adam's head shakes trying to hold himself back not wanting Mammon to pull him over the edge.

Then he feels something else poke at him, no its pushing into his dick! Adam tries to kick out at Mammon not wanting anymore of what he's trying to do. The demon just holds his hips still, as what feels like a metal rod is shoved down blocking the build up before it can even try to escape him. Mammon seems to target that bundle of nerves forcing this pain filled pleasure as he slams into him. The line separating the feelings blurs and Adam starts whining and begging for Mammon to take the thing out. Adam fights at his restraints even harder than he was earlier. Blood seems to drip out of his nose despite no wound with how overpowering the feelings get.

Mammon leans to his ear whispering. "Who owns you?" In the possessive and aggressive tone of pure jealousy.

Adam wanting to climax even if he'll hate himself later doesn't even think. "YOU! YOU OWN ME YOU GREEDY FUCK!"

Mammon yanks the rod out letting Adam spill out as the sin empties into him. Adam huff breaths as he comes down from the high. Mammon is already releasing him, pulling off the webs around his body, and removing the blindfold. Adam blinks at the sudden light after the long time of darkness. His body begins to realize its own soreness as Mammon carries him into a bathroom quietly cleaning him up. Adam is then dried by towel and not that air chamber. Brought into Mammon's room where the bed is a giant spider web, given a bunch of snacks and drinks. While being cuddled by the sin, Adam didn't expect this in the slightest.

Mammon had the TV on watching whatever for about half an hour now so Adam finally breaks the silence. "Uh… why are you being nice?"

"Hmm, oh aftercare. Gotta admit tho, I'm sorta surprised you didn't use the safeword." Mammon says while munching on popcorn.

"I thought you said I couldn't!" Adam shouts confused by the demon even further.

"Yeah on the whipping ya fucking brat, I don't give a shit about the sex." He explains like it was obvious. Adam's mind continues to struggle but eventually he gives up and falls asleep, letting his future self make sense of all this.