Amidst the oppressive shadows of the Haunting Grove, where the eerie silence seemed to grow thicker with each passing moment, a presence emerged from behind one of the towering, gnarled trees. It was a figure that defied description, a nightmarish embodiment of malevolence that struck terror into the very heart of Hell. It was none other than the Demon Lord Mammon.
Mammon's presence was an unsettling sight to behold, a grotesque fusion of demonic grandeur and twisted elegance. Crowning his head were massive antler-like horns, polished to a sinister gleam and crafted from ashy wood. They spiraled upwards, their jagged tips reaching toward the very heavens, casting long, sinuous shadows that danced upon the forest floor.
