Demon Turned Lover [BxB]

Mint anger chip

        The worker with pronounced eye bags slid the two striped black cups across the counter, a neon pink spoon spiking the scoops. And, the two slunk away.

        "How's your toothpaste?"

        "Toothpaste-ie, just the way I like it," Luka quipped before hacking into the green squiggle of the ice cream, and zapping it at the demon's mouth. "Try it!"

         "I'd rather eat actual toothpaste."

          The brunet frowned, and Mammon felt as though the sun had went down. "Fine. Only for you."

          He begrudgingly allowed the opaque spoon into his mouth, the nerves of his face sparring a glower. "It's...not bad."

          "It's a sin to lie."

          "I'ma demon, it's what I do best." The raven-haired smirked, lifting the cup off of the tawdry silver table. "There's other things I'm best at too."

          Luka cocked his head to the side, "Like leaving plates and cups in your room..."

          "Why not, when I have you to clean up baby." He dragged the neon spoon down his tongue, eyes melting into his. The throne shook his head, glancing down at his striped cup and attempting to populate his mind with the revving of cars. But something else, entrapped his attention.

          "Mammon...," he started. "How much longer are we going to spend here?"

          The raven-haired's dark brows dropped, as did his paper cup. "Baby, we just got her-"

          "No, I mean...on Earth. Don't you want to go to Heaven with me?"

          This conversation was a weed, seldom sprouting and every time it did, the demon would rip it out. Now, it was becoming dire. Luka had no ache to mention the discounting three months he had left in this conversion—he wanted Mammon to agree with no overt doubt in his core, yet how?

         "'Course I do, but 'm just not ready."

         "You say that each time I ask Mammon..." His hands neglected the cup. "I want a real reason."

        "Are you ready to go back?" Mammon questioned, prodding at his mottled ice cream.

        "What do you mean? Heaven is my home...of course."

        "Yeah, it's your home but...you ready to face your friends? What about that girl?"

        Something defensive pooled in his larynx. Was Mammon calling him weak, like he did not know of the upshots expecting him?

        "You don' even like being called 'angel' anymore. How are you gonna' live around thousands of them?"

        "Stop." His fingers embedded themselves into his thighs, nails breaking the covered skin. "I know what I did. And I'm ready to live with the consequences."

        "You're right. 'M sorry."

        Luka swallowed a breath, "Victor and Marie would do anything to go to Heaven, I don't understand why you aren't the same-"

        "Don't...," he interrupted. His tone vicious and his aura fierce. "Compare me to him."

        The white of his green eyes spread when he realised his mistake. "I'm...sorry."

        Mammon chafed his forehead, "Just...let us have a moment to ourselves. I don't want to keep thinkin' about Heaven."

        Luka nodded, defeat and rue fleshy on his shoulders. The sun now drubbing on him, could hardly make a rainbow from it.