The next address Mammon visited proved even less remarkable than that of the Lycan pack. He held in a grimace as he stepped into the rat king's home. The things he had to do himself since the agents he'd smuggled into this world had failed so miserablyÉ
The stench of rodent permeated every inch of the space. Disgusting. He'd have to burn his suit.
Unlike the wolf alpha, the rat king didn't hesitate to let him in.
"So, you work for Hell?" the rat king asked, leading Mammon past a living room that had probably never seen better days to a kitchen that surely spawned the plague itself.
"You might say I serve Hell's interests." So long as they coincided with his own.
"And you're here, why?"
"I am in need of information."
"Really?" The beady eyes showed a wily astuteness. "'Cause what I
