Mammon still inside the raging fire that far stretches above in the sky covers his body with his wings and the moment it opened burst open, the raging fire instantly vanished along with his jet-black spikey wings, and the cloud riddle with fire returns to normal.
Mammon wears nothing but a fabric colored in Gold, 'He' was almost bare naked as the sun. His firmed and well-balanced body has a tinge of gold that flickers as it is reflected by the light from the sun and was accompanied by a black scorched mark.
His face could be described as handsome, that was the level of a Deity. But on his head, a goat horn, not long nor short, just enough to be called a Prince of Hell.
Mammon raised his chin and closes his eyes as he took a long deep breath, savoring the fresh air he had almost forgotten.
"Ahh!"
"How long has it been since I smell the fresh air, and the feeling of the breeze blowing past my face and body?"
He gazes down below and beholds the splendor he had missed!
