"Well," Mammon spoke behind him when Lucifer beheaded one tall looking demon. "I think it's time for me to entertain our Lord." He hummed as he walked towards him. "But no without giving you a gift, of course," he said and Aaron let his eyes wander from the screen to the other's figure, curious at his words. But before he could look over his shoulder, he felt a hand press against his back and Aaron couldn't help the surprised gasp that escaped him. Nor the subsequent scream as a light prickling sensation built in his chest while blood roared in his ears, deafening him to his surroundings as the worst kind of cold settled inside him.