Hot and Cold
Mammon had been dealing with his brothers’ insults for millennia, long before the human exchange student had shown up in their world. Since their fall from heaven, he had been the one tossed into the most fires, had the most bones broken, and been locked outside at least twice a week in the absolute zero temperatures that Hell’s nights reached. Any small mistake was met with a new demeaning jab, anything larger was met with a new string of bruises and cuts along his flesh.
It was fine. He had always been fine.
So why was this time so different?
- Part 1 of Hot and Cold
It had been two weeks. Two weeks of this hell that he deserved but it was still hell. He had been thinking about how long he should let it stretch on for, since he could easily stop all the demons targeting him. Two weeks, and he had been back for three months now, and if you counted back the few days just after everything got squared away even though he had killed MC and tossed their corpse down the stairs for everyone to see-
Two little demons overheard the Prince and his steward talking, and now the whole school knows. Belphegor is just being educated on how many demons disapprove of the news that the nice exchange-student died once.
- Part 2 of Hot and Cold