Mammon
With his hands behind his back, Lucifer stood on a green field devoid of trees, with his eyes gazing up at the dark sky. A smirk emerged on his lips, and he laughed softly.
The cold night wind blew vigorously around him, and his smiling face switched to a stern one. "Why are you here, Mammon?" He questioned, with displeasure visible in his tone.
"Your Majesty." The presence that was Mammon bowed deeply and straightened up when he turned around to gaze at him. He was clad in a gray robe, and his black shoulder-length hair, which was let down, complimented his golden-colored eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Lucifer, who was swathed in blue robes, as usual, questioned in deep irritation.
"Forgive me, your majesty, but we were unable to find the coffin." Mammon lowered his head, not daring to look up at Lucifer, who was already fuming in anger.
"And where is Belphegor?" Lucifer took a deep breath and asked in a tone that held a bit of rage.