Anna, who was sent to Hell as her punishment for her sins, lowered herself on one knee before the throne and bowed her head before the King. It's been many hellish days since she had sworn her loyalty to the one who sat on the throne, and she had been a faithful spy to his enemy's son thriving on earth.
Mammon had just been told by her that his son was brutally conquered by the enemy's son and was whisked away to heaven to be judged by the angels.
Mammon scoffed, the angels.
He is not as interested as he is towards his son than he is for his enemies' son. He is interested in every single thing that happens to him while seated high and mighty on the throne that doesn't belong to him.
''Your Highness,'' Anna greeted while her head was still bowed, admonishing the unholy presence of him. ''I have news.''
''What is it again?''
