For the human, night was a struggle. They'd always in some way be awake at three in the morning, no matter what they tried. Went to sleep at twelve? Three. Went to sleep at nine? Wake up at twelve and stay awake until four. This was a great concern to all they associated with down in the Devildom. Not only because of how tired they'd be in the morning, but... They would be so paranoid, surrounded by silence and darkness for so long. Especially since they were in hell.

Eventually, they ended up having a very bad anxiety attack, and that caused the brothers to have a small meeting. In conclusion, it was decided that they'd have a sleeping buddy every night. No one seemed to mind that arrangement, thankfully.

It was Mammon's turn to sleep beside you. Three came, eventually, and like clockwork you were already not doing well.

He awoke to the rustling of the sheets, and pulled you to lay against his chest.

"Human?.. 'S fine. Ya got nothin' to worry 'bout. Everything's fine."