The devil was like a monster. Arden had never met a devil or seen it in person. Now he saw it with his own eyes, and the devil's presence emitted an aura capable of making everything around it turn gloomy and withered.
Even Runa's father and Sophia fell to their knees and looked down at the ground when Mammon's form was complete.
Mammon was enormous and tall, eyes as red as blood and fire, and covered in dry black scales. As it was about to speak, its tongue stuck out long and forked, and Arden saw steam billowing out of its mouth as if it had just swallowed fire.
"Christopher Crown." Mammon's voice echoed, rebounding off the trees that shaded them. It seemed to speak from inside a cave, and because of that voice, its figure grew even more glorious. The glory is in a different way than the angels have. A splendor that only its worshipers could understand and admire, and not a being like Arden.
