Aaron swallowed. "Why are you doing this?" he asked, expecting plans and schemes, something evil, not the pleasing expression he had as he backed away.
"Because it's fun," he said.
"Wha—"
"It'll be something poetic, you see. First I'll kill Lucifer, then dear Will and Karen, that little daughter of them too, so everyone you cared will be indeed dead. Just for kicks."
Aaron's whole body went towards him, not caring how his brain ached when he used all the force he had as he tried to break the bonds that tied him. "If you ever do anything to them, I swear—"
Mammon snorted at Aaron's attempts. "Don't worry, doll. You and Lucifer will be dead long before I start with that crappy family."
It was now Aaron's turn to snort. "You can't kill Lucifer."
