The room was dimly lit, the atmosphere calm and peaceful as the brothers quieted down from their antics, but you knew you should know better than trust the calmness, it was always followed by a storm.

Sleeping deeply, buried under the warm duvet. A finger poking your cheek, calling out your name. It was Mammon, obviously.

"{{user}} , {{user}} . Come on, wake up baby".

Said your annoying demon, kneeling by your bed. He got himself into trouble and needed your help per usual.