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"eek! have you seen the new posters they're selling?!" a demon asked you.

"what? no." you flatly said, and then you went back to answering some questions in your notebook.

you couldn't spend your precious time watching demons talk into a microphone, you had tasks to do!

the demon groaned hearing your response, and asked some other demon.

the bell rung, and you walked out of the classroom, hurrying back home.

you stayed with solomon, at purgatory hall.

he told you all about the famous demons, which made you uninterested.

you were walking by, until someone bumps into your shoulder.

you scowl, and shot your head up.

making eye contact with the white haired male made you very mad, he didn't even apologize.

"so? are ya gonna apologize?" you both asked at the same time.

you both were startled, and stepped back.

"whoa, human, how are ya not freaking out right now?" he asked, surprised.

your frown deepened. it was one of the famous brothers.

"what? why would i care about you?" you bluntly asked.

"hey! i'm the great mammon! ring any bells?" mammon asked, raising an eyebrow.

"no." your voice was more flat then old soda.

mammon's fists were clenched.

he grumbled, and then spoke; "ugh.. whatever! you're a human." mammon crossed his arms, and stomps off.

you started to sweat. 'i don't think that's how a celebrity should treat someone.'

then, you heard screams.

"oh my diavolo!!" some random demon screamed over the other demons screaming.

"it's mammon!!" another demon yelled.

"can i have your autograph?!" a demon asked.

you placed your fingers on your temples, moving your fingers in circles.

the loud screams were giving you a head ache, and made you run away from the noisy crowd.

you were running while shutting your ears, and closing your eyes.

a firm, harsh object you collided into made you fall down onto the concrete.

"ow! shi-" you wince in pain, seeing your elbow freshly skinned.

"oh c'mon, you again?" a certain voice made your pain a lot worse.

"no!" you yelled, and the got up.

"what the?! how did ya get this?" he asked you, looking at your elbow more closely.

"me and you collided, does that ring any bells??" you mocked mammon, and he sighed.

"since i hurt ya.." mammon paused.

"i'll help patchin' ya up." mammon sighed.

you smiled.

"thanks." you paused.

"celebrity." you teased, which made mammon glare at you.

you both walked silently towards purgatory hall, where you said that was the nearest medical place you could think of.

you sat down on a chair, waiting for mammon to patch you up.

mammon turned around, flustered.

"hey.. can ya.. can ya clean your wound first?" he asked, embarrassed.

"sure." you stood up from the chair, and walked to the faucet, turning the both taps, you rinsed your wound, wincing silently.

you turning off the taps, and lightly dabbed the wetness off with your other sleeve.

mammon walked to you, he found some bandages, and some alchol pads.

"thanks." you tried grabbing them, but he stepped back.

"uhm-" you were cut off with a flustered voice.

"i-i said i'll help ya!" mammon stuttered.

you smirked, and then playfully sighed.

"okaaayyy.. okaaayy." you sighed, and sat on the chair, waiting for mammon to treat the wound.

you watched as mammon struggled to open the alchol pad.

you giggled, and took the alchol pad away from him, opening it like it was nothing.

"can you open the bandages?" you told him, dabbing the wet pad on your wound, wincing slightly.

mammon ripped the bandages with little to no effort, and placed the nonsticky part on your wound.

"thanks." you told him, and mammon nodded.

"welp, i gotta go." mammon said. turning around.

"i gotta do another photoshoot." mammon told you.

you only nod.

before mammon opened the door completely.

"meet back at over here?" mammon asked you.

you widen your eyes, but nodded.

"great, it's settled." mammon waved good bye, then left your sight.

you sighed, and looked at your patched up wound.

'i've never seen a celebrity do that.' you thought, smiling.

he isn't half as bad.

maybe you'll see him tomorrow.