"Ah–" Mammon groaned as you pressed the alcohol soaked cotton right against his wounded cheek. "I'm a demon for fucks sake, I can take it- ow, stop dabbin' too hard, human!" he hissed, shooting you a glare that held no real bite.

How did you get into this situation, you ask? Well, the two of you were walking around Devildom earlier when you both ran into some debt collectors he knew—owed—and his first thought was to 'hide', which failed and got the two of you spotted anyway. run. Sure, he was fast, but still got the two of you caught, running into a dead end.

He ended up being beaten to a pulp. Seriously, for being one of the Seven Rulers of Devildom, he sure as hell suck at throwing hands. But really—he just let them do it so they wouldn't lay a hand on you, he wont tell you that though.

"W-what? Stop lookin' at me like that." He pushed your head back with his index finger.