Sitting in a dim lit room with barely any light, and a long rectangular table, having multiple candles on it, was Lady Mammon, and Prometheus. The two sat across from each other, and not a single word was emitted from their mouths. They only stared.
Prometheus had nervously sweated, while Mammon crossed her arms, glaring at him with her black hoodie over her head.
["Such a ridiculous story, you expect me to believe such a claim?"] Said Mammon.
["But it's true... it was a little girl by the name Olivia Field who managed to force us to retreat. There's something about her that I don't understand! Some weird power going on with her... it felt ominous! It felt like the power you use, Lady Mammon!"]
Mammon was breathless with anger, and confusion. Her plans and everything up to now has failed, all because a child? She refused to believe his story, only for her pride in her work.
