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The next day Queenie got up early and started cooking breakfast. As a small imp came in with an apron and a small child on her back. Queenie and the imp almost never talked or interacted with each other. Not because Queenie didn't like imps or anything she just wasn't very social. Even when she would gamble or even when she was a hostess. Even when she used to perform she wasn't very social. Mostly because of how she used to get treated when she was alive. Queenie then heard the sound of small hooves on the kitchen floor. Then Queenie felt a small body gently laying against her wings.
"So soft..." The little imp child said.
"Rose honey, please leave Miss Queenie alone. I'm sure she doesn't like it when someone touches her without permission." Rose's mother said, picking the child up rather harshly. "And besides, we told Mr. Mammon we wouldn't bother Miss Queenie when she's doing something."
"It's alright, Rose can lay on them if she wants." Queenie said, patting Rose on the head with her lower right arm.
"See mommy Queenie doesn't mind." Rose said, getting free of her mother's arms.
"That's not the point young lady..." Rose's mother said, her voice slightly rising.
Queenie felt her back stiffening and she then blocked out everything. As memories of her own childhood came flooding back. Queenie's hands started to shake, tears started to sting her eyes. No one had noticed that Mammon had been standing in the doorway.
'It's too early for this shit...' Mammon thought to himself as he started to rub his face.
At first Mammon hadn't noticed how Queenie was reacting to the fight. Till he saw Queenie place her top hands over her ears and smelt the food burning. Then Queenie fell to the floor, the knife blade she was holding was now cutting into the palm of her hand. There was a swirl of dark greenish grey smoke and lightning. Mammon tossed the pan and the burnt eggs into the nearest sink. Mammon then scooped Queenie up and sat her down on the kitchen island, quickly wrapping Queenie's hand in a nearby towel. This got Rose and her mother to stop fighting which had gotten even more intense. Mammon gently removed the towel and then the knife from Queenie's hand and re-wrapped her hand in the towel.
"Shit you cut yourself good..." Mammon said, holding Queenie's hand then he saw Rose next to him. "Rose, could you go and get me my hell phone? I need to call a friend, do you know where my room is?" Mammon asked, as Rose nodded and tears ran down her small face. "Good girl...you did nothing wrong, I'm also going to need my charger. It should still be plugged into the wall near my bed." Mammon looked at Rose's mother, he waited for Rose to leave the room. "As for you...the next time you yell at Rose we're going to have a very long talk about your work here. And if I remember correctly your ex-husband wants full custody. This is also not the first time I've heard you screaming at Rose. I told you, if Queenie says yes to something then you are to leave Rose alone." Mammon said, pulling out a couple of long balloons and turning them into a small flower. 'It's not much, but it should make Rose feel a little better. Fuck Queenie's bleeding like a fucking stuffed pig...' Mammon thinks to himself as he tightens his grip on Queenie's hand.
Rose came running back with Mammon's phone and charger almost tripping over the cord. Mammon bent over and took the phone and cord from Rose. He then handed Rose the balloon flower as his bottom left hand wiped away Rose's tears.
"Thank you, here's a flower for the best imp I know. Now go clean up, you have snot running down your face it's Gross..." Mammon said, setting down his phone and plugging it into an outlet under the island.
Rose nodded and said in a quiet voice with a small laugh. "Thank you..."
Mammon then turned his attention back to Queenie, the towel around her hand was almost completely covered in blood. Mammon's lower hands and eyes started dialing Belphegor's number while his upper hands and eyes. Were busy getting a new towel and cleaning Queenie's cut. A phone could be heard ringing through Mammon's for a little while before the sound of Belphegor's voice could be heard.
"Hold on Bel, I'll put you on speaker." Mammon said, hitting speaker. "Could you come over and help me?"
"Your sinner cut herself didn't she...I'll be right there." Bel said, in a sleep filled voice.
"Thanks and she's not my sinner..." Mammon said, looking at Queenie.
There was a slight almost childish laugh on the other end of the phone. "Oh Mammy, she became yours the moment you saved her."
There was a flash of light, smoke, some fire and glitter. Then there was a very tall sheep-like demon with long hair and a candle on her head. It was Belphegor, she was wearing a long mauve colored shirt that gradually faded into the dark purple of her bell bottom pants. As Belphegor started to walk towards them she closed her eyes making it look like she was sleep walking. Till Belphegor opened them to look at Queenie's hand, she stared at the hand for some time. Bel snapped her fingers making a deep purple almost black looking bag with stars and galaxies on it appear. Bel reached into the bag and started to pull out creams, antibiotics, pain killers, then a new kind of band aid with what looked like tiny zip ties attaching the two sides. Belphegor cleaned out the cut and gently put the cream in the cut causing it to bleed again. Not heavily just a little due to the cream, Belphegor whipped away the blood before using the band aid. After placing it on Queenie's hand she smiled and lightly patted Queenie's hurt hand with her now free hand. While her lower arms dug out a gosse for wrapping Queenie's hand. Belphegor then started wrapping Queenie's hand in the gosse.
"You poor thing...I'm truly sorry that all of that had happened to you. Keep your hand dry and clean...but I guess you don't want the pain killers." Bel said, putting the painkillers back in the bag.
"How???" Queenie asked, with a wince.
"Bel, can see the past, present and future. She can also tell what drugs work best for whoever needs them. She's also good at making new ones, but many of the drugs can cause addiction." Mammon said, watching Bel wrap Queenie's hand. "She can also read minds..." He added with a hint of annoyance.
"Oh yes, before I forget we need to talk and I don't think..." Belphegor started to speak, but Mammon stopped her.
"I can't Bel, I just can't nothing is fucking working anymore." Mammon said, trying to control his anger but failing. "I can't do it anymore..."
Queenie could feel the electricity before she heard or saw it. Queenie was surprised that Mammon didn't raise his voice. But the tone alone was enough to scare most people. Queenie had suspected for some time that something was off with Mammon. It was a funny thing for Queenie to know Mammon, but not really know him. She had lived in Mammon's home for almost four years and yet Queenie had learned more about Mammon now than ever. But as Queenie watched Mammon and Belphegor continue to talk. She realized that she actually knew more about him than even his fellow sins did except for Belphegor. Then Queenie heard the doorbell ring, she jumped off the island and started out of the kitchen. Queenie took out her phone to see who was at the door, it was Leviathan.
Once at the door Queenie took a deep breath and fixed the cherry blossom pink top she was wearing. While her lower hands did the same to her knee long skirt, Queenie then undid the apron. Queenie had tossed the apron off to the side out of sight. Queenie opened the door and both heads stared at her for some time.
"So you are the reason for Mammon asking us out." Leviathan's uglier head said, looking Queenie over.
"Oh Athan, stop and besides she's very pretty. Much prettier than Ruby Storm, between her pretty looks and Bee and Ozzie's bullying. It's no wonder Mam felt a little insecure..." Levi stopped noticing the confused look on Queenie's face.
"She doesn't know...about Ruby or for that matter any of it." Athan said, with a small look of pity. "I think you and your man need to sit down and talk."
"Um...me and Mammon aren't together." Queenie said, without thinking she squeezed her cut hand tightly.
The two heads looked at each other confused. "And yet you are here in his home?" Athan said, with a tilt of her head.
"It's..." Queenie finally noticed how she was holding her cut hand. "It's complicated, please come in..." Queenie said, stepping away to let Leviathan in.
"Don't tell me Mam tried to cook again." Levi said, smelling the air. "Mammon can be fun, but he can't cook to save his life."
"No...that was my fault." Queenie said, brushing back her hair. "I had a small accident while I was cooking..." Queenie said, embarrassed and hid her hand.
"Oh..." Both heads said, together. "Oh well, accidents will happen from time to time. I'm honestly a little jealous, I wish we could cook." Levi said, as Athan nodded.
As they got closer to the kitchen Queenie noticed that it was very quiet. This made Queenie nervous to the point that she had found herself almost running.
'Oh fuck, did the big fucking asshole kill Belphegor?!' Queenie thought to herself. 'Wait what happens if a sin kills another sin?'
But then Queenie heard the sound of very gentle snoring. Belphegor's head was on the table in the small breakfast nook in the corner. Both of Leviathan's heads laughed while looking at Belphegor. Leviathan walked over and shook Belphegor awake and to Queenie's surprise Belphegor woke up. Mammon then reappeared in a hunter green suit with shark tooth buttons. A shirt almost as white as his body, a lime green tie with a gold dollar sign tie clip. And of course a matching hat, as Mammon put on his gloves. Queenie noticed a long scar that went up the palm of his hand to well past his wrist.
"Oh hey Levi, I can't talk right now..." Mammon said, putting on the last glove.
"More importantly why or rather how did a sinner get into Greed? And why haven't you told us about her?" Levi asked, grabbing onto Mammon's arm.
"Also you haven't told your little sinner that all she had to do was ask permission to travel to the other rings." Athan said, looking towards Queenie. "You haven't even told her about..."
"Don't you dare say that name!" Mammon yelled, pulling free of Leviathan. "Here Queenie, unlike Ozzie I can't just pull this stuff out of my ass." Mammon said, walking towards Queenie as he pulled out a golden medallion from a pocket. "As long as you have this on you'll be able to go anywhere in Hell you want."
Mammon surprised Queenie by walking behind her and using a piece of black silk that he pulled out of his sleeve. Tied the medallion around Queenie's waist like a belt, Queenie felt her face getting warm. When Mammon's hand touched Queenie's back she had unwillingly let out a small squeak. Usually this would have led to Queenie giving him a very hard slap. But for some reason that Queenie couldn't understand she liked it when Mammon 's hands touched her back. On the last touch Queenie slapped her hands over her mouth. But it was too late Queenie had let out one last squeak this one louder. Mammon decided to touch Queenie one more time to make sure the squeaking was really coming from her. This led to Queenie elbowing him almost in the crotch which caused a loud honk.
"Ugh...that was fair." Mammon said, with a cough.
In truth when Mammon touched Queenie the last time he hadn't thought about where he had placed his hand. Mammon had touched Queenie just below the belt, to his credit Mammon had despite the pain had stayed on his feet. Mammon had held back the anger that would have normally come to the surface. Something about Queenie's squeaking had awakened something inside him. Something he thought was long dead, curiosity of another person. Mammon had wondered why he hadn't heard Queenie's beautiful squeaks before. That word hadn't crossed Mammon's mind in so long that he wasn't sure if he even remembered the meaning of the word anymore. Mammon watched as Queenie turned to face him, her face redder than usual. For an already red skinned demon it was very impressive, the embarrassment had actually reached Queenie's eyes. It was like Mammon had unlocked a secret shame of her's. It felt so strange to Mammon, he had never really had this effect on anyone. Especially as he is now, Mammon knew that compared to Lucifer, Asmodeus and fucking Satan. That he was the uglier of the male sins and unlike before Queenie was actually being honest with her reactions. Mammon had spent forever hiding his asexuality, how he saw himself, hiding his own skills, power, his lack of energy and just not caring anymore. The robo imps looked real enough, but it was never the same. Yes, the imps that usually sat next to him with the fans were robots. Mammon would always change how they looked so no one knew the truth. Except for Queenie, but only because the robot's arms had fallen off in front of her. It was the one he had pushed off of where he had been sitting.
Queenie was holding up one of her wings in front of her like a shield. The last boyfriend Queenie had didn't like her squeaking; he had called it annoying and pointless. Queenie had also hid things too; she hid the squeaking, the fact that she was an Overlord, what she had once done for work and her past. Queenie looked away from Mammon, but then she looked at him again. Queenie hated the fact that she had shown weakness in front of him, but hearing Rose's mother yell at her. It had triggered all the old memories that she had tried to bury.
"I need to go. I have a couple of spoiled brats I need to deal with." Mammon said, disappearing.
Queenie turned around, she had for a moment forgotten the others were there. They were staring at her, Queenie stared back not sure what to say.
"Would all of you like some coffee and breakfast?" Queenie asked, clearing her throat.
"Aw...I wish you hadn't stopped squeaking." Levi said, sitting down.
"I agree, it was such a wonderful sound and Mammon thought so too." Athan said, tossing her hair back.
"Now now girls, Queenie here has her reasons. But you are correct about Mammy liking the sound of her squeaking." Belphegor said, laying her head back down on the table.
"I'll take my coffee with cream and sugar." Levi said, with a pout.
"And I'll take mine with cream and Bel here likes hers with chocolate milk." Athan said, playing with Belphegor's hair.
"So does Mammon..." Queenie said, more to herself than anyone else.
As Queenie started making the coffee she started to play with her new belt. But then she stopped and went back to making breakfast with her extra hands. It was quick and easy. Queenie grabbed a new pan for the eggs, and she opened a package of maple bacon. Queenie chopped up some peppers and onions to put in the eggs the way Mammon liked. For Leviathan, Belphegor and herself plain scrambled eggs with salt, pepper, garlic and onion powder. Rose came running in, but stopped when she saw Leviathan and Belphegor. Queenie toasted a couple of everything bagels and cooked some spicy sausage patties, she placed the patties, eggs and bacon on to the bagels. Queenie plated everything else, the bagels she put into two round containers. Queenie also pulled out a grass green coffee mug that said 'money is king' with a small crown. The whole time Queenie was humming and lightly singing again forgetting that she wasn't alone. Till she saw the tip of Rose's tail with its black and white spots.
"Here you go Rose, please take this to Mammon for me." Queenie said, placing the containers into a bag and handing it to Rose.
Rose nodded and pulled out a yellow crystal and made a small portal. Rose jumped through being careful not to spill the coffee, Queenie then took the rest to the table. And to Queenie's surprise Leviathan was clapping, they then poked Belphegor awake.
"Well now, we were wondering why Mam seemed so annoyed before he left. Whatever happened had ruined his morning show." Levi said, pointing to Queenie's hand.
"Now Levi, what happened before we got here is none of our business. And Queenie don't worry about Mammy too much when he gets home and goes out back." Belphegor said, drinking her coffee.
Queenie knew about Mammon going out back of the mansion. But Queenie never knew what he did back there; all she knew was that there was a large garden. In it was an old broken fountain and three massive old willows, one long dead. The dead one was in the center cracked and scarred as if it had been struck by lightning more than once. The others were untouched except for a few very faint scars and a few broken branches. The stone paths were long buried under dirt, grass and other plants the roots of the trees had pushed up some of the stones through the years. The stone was a grayish green slate or at least the stones Queenie had seen looked like slate.