Mammon snarled to himself as he scuttled across his neon webs. Mammon was in his full demon form. He was massive, much bigger than he usually is. In this form, he could easily hold someone smaller in the palm of his hand. He was angry. Furious even. His main money maker had quit, completely insulting him in the process, and he couldn't do anything. His eight golden legs taped against the floor and the Web, his eight eyes narrowed in anger, he HATED being insulted