"Sister, can you open up the space to the demonic realm for me?" Mammon asked, his voice soft, a rare note of vulnerability in his tone, as he looked at the humanoid body of Nova.
"You are the master of the void, Mammon," Nova replied, her own voice filled with the wisdom of ages.
"Why would you need me to tear the space for you? You can just travel there through the void."
"It's not about that," Mammon said earnestly, a faraway look in his eyes.
He wasn't the cruel merchant he was with his enemies, but a complex, caring figure with his family.
"It makes me remember the day master created me. I want to feel the excitement of a new journey, the kind I felt when I first arrived in Veridia, when I first saw your mighty dragon figure, when I first ventured into the demonic realm."
"That's also true," Nova said, a gentle smile on her face. She too was remembering the old days.
