Lason stared at the man or thing in front of him.
Bald, athletic build and expensive suit, seated on a lavish sofa and holding a glass of whiskey in his hands. He appeared human, but Lason knew immediately he wasn't, despite his form.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" Lason asked the question calmly, trying to test the waters around the man.
"Hmmm, surprising." He said, taking a sip of his drink. "I would have expected you to immediately attack me like your father, but I can see you're far more cautious, like your mother."
Lason didn't react; he could tell he was trying to get him to attack, but he didn't take the bait.
The smiled upon looking at Lason's reaction. "Well, the reason I summoned you here was to ask for info on your friend Lazarus Thomas. There's something we need to discuss between my benefactor and him."
"You mean Maxwell's bitch of a father who hides behind his money." Lason finished with a smirk plastered on his lips.
Mammon smiled at his response.
"You're not wrong about him, and besides, he's more like a figurehead for the company."
"Okay, then what do you need Laz for?" Lason asked, trying to buy time to make an assessment of his surroundings.
"But anyway, I mainly brought you here to ask about your friend Lazarus Thomas. I want to know whatever secrets he has, and I'm willing to pay you handsomely." He leaned forward and clasped his fingers between each other, staring at the reaction Lason would give.
"What will you give me in return for the info?"
Whatever it is you desire." He snapped his fingers, and gifts appeared before them
Treasures for ancient civilizations, exotic beasts that weren't of this world, and beautiful human women.
Mammon stared at Lason again, trying to see if he hit anything. Lason's face was blank.
"Haaa. You know what, never mind, I can tell you're not going to sell out your friend." He said, snapping his fingers, and all the things he offered Lason vanished.
He got up, and a tornado of greenish-black and gold energy covered his body.
Lason sensed the danger and immediately launched a wave of magma and frost into Mammon's direction. It was met with Mammon's own energy. The collision created a small explosion that sent Lason back. His body rose into the air from the shock wave; he used his wings to help regain his balance and hover in the air.
He stared at the dust cloud that was obscuring his vision, but he didn't have time to think about that as beams of golden energy shot out in his direction.
"Shit!" He flew into the air, trying to avoid the beams that were seemingly tracking him.
Lason dove down into the forest, and the beams curved and followed him as he dodged between trees, causing some of the beams to hit the trees. And instead of destroying the trees, it transformed them into solid gold.
"Okay, can't let any of those touch me." He finished as he created a massive wall of magma to take the last beam, turning it into gold.
Before Lason could regain his bearings, he was kicked under the chin, sending him upwards, and he felt a cold metallic substance grab his leg and pull him back down.
Slamming him into the ground, creating a small crater.
Mammon was in his true demon form as his golden arm entered a liquid state, which is how he was able to grab Lason, as he used the beams as a distraction. But before he could pull the vampire back, he looked down and saw the ground glow bright orange, and then
*BOOM*
Another explosion erupted, covering him, this time sending Mammon flying away with some minor burns along his body. He stared at his golden arm that was melted to the point that it was hard for him to reform it.
Man jumped into the air to avoid a beam of concentrated ice that froze all the trees behind him.
Mammon stared at Lason's shirt. It was torn, revealing his bare chest. His blue and orange tattoos were glowing with such an intensity that you would have thought he was about to burst, and hot steam and icy fog came off him.
Lason stared up at Mammon's figure in the sky, his eyes now surrounded by a pool of darkness and black veins like cracks under his eyes.
Lason gave his opponent a toothy smile, revealing his massive fangs. "I hope demons don't taste like shit." In the next second after finishing those words, he jumped into the sky, grabbed Mammon by the neck, and immediately covered his body from the neck down in ice.
He immediately followed up with a fist covered with lava and plunged it into his face, sending him flying into the mountain, creating a small building-level explosion.
"I have to keep going; can't let him get the chance."
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Back with Lazarus, Cassandra and Astra in the library.
Lazarus paused in his make-out session with Cassandra as he lifted his upper body and stared at the roof.
This immediately caught the two women's attention.
"What's... ha....ha... wrong?" Cassandra asked between choked gasps as she stared at Lazarus, who was looking upwards.
"Lason.... he's gone." The two were immediately confused as they wondered what he meant, but he got up and started to get dressed, and Cass immediately followed.
"What do you mean he's gone?" Cassandra asked as she got dressed, and her eyes glowed menacingly.
He was on the roof before I came here, and he was with Gideon. I think he fought him, but then suddenly he just vanished.
"I'm ready, let's go," Cassandra said as she pulled her daggers out. "No one touches my family and gets away with it.
"Let me help you guys?" They turned to look at Astra, who they forgot was still in the room with them.
"We can't pay you money."
"I'll help you guys for free."
"What's in it for you, if you don't mind answering?" Cassandra asked as she stared into the witch's eyes.
"Let's just say wherever you guys are, that's where the fun is."