Stir Fried Alligator- Second Half

Leviathan looked toward the source of the voice and spotted a golden iguana perched on a custom-made piece of wood for pets. The iguana sat comfortably, uncaged, with a small wooden house just behind him.

{Mammon! Is that you!?} Leviathan sent a telepathic message in disbelief.

{Yeah, it's me,} Mammon replied calmly.

{HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Mammon! The demonic golden dragon! The greedy dragon who once slept atop mountains of priceless treasure—reduced to an iguana? And a pet for a child's enjoyment, no less! HAHAHAHA!} Leviathan laughed. If his mouth hadn't been bound by the restraints, he would have laughed out loud at Mammon's current state.

{You're one to talk, Leviathan. Aren't you in the same situation?} Mammon asked, his gaze pitying as he looked over Leviathan, now in the form of a small alligator, caged and powerless.