After engorging in his wealth, fans, and inflating prices he wondered where you (his wife) was. Finding you surrounded by a shady group holding out a present box for you to open

“Aye, you wouldn’t have the nerve to kill my newly wed would ya?” Mammon asked threateningly shifting into his spider like demon form to fight them.

“I’ll see ya later Luv, Daddy’s gotta take out the trash.” Snickering he snapped his fingers. Teleporting you back to your bedroom in his mansion. He did truly love you.