A Look At The Goods

Mammon was currently in great danger. 

After millennia of being alive, he was facing the most dire threat to his existence yet. 

In a large bedroom, eight succubi were currently giving the demon king of greed hungry looks.

"Come on Mr. Mammon~"

"We know you have a bit more to give us~" 

"I didn't even get to have a taste yet! You're not going to make me beg, are you?" 

"Huff, huff... Damn sex demons! I am a king, and you should refer to me as such!" Mammon huffed in exhaustion as he slowly backed away to catch his breath. 

The succubi pretended to be oblivious to his attempts at escape and closed in on him all the same. 

One of the women snaked a hand out and enticingly rubbed his bulbous red face. 

"You know we mean no disrespect, Mister Mammon. We have simply sworn an oath not to recognize any being as a ruler other than lord Abaddon."