[ You know, someone normal might have gotten all the way off Angel by now so he could actually get up properly, but nope. Mammon decided he liked this spot, practically in angel's lap. Besides, this way, Mammon doesn't have to crane his neck up just to talk to him. He does shift a little to get more comfortable though. A sheepish grin forming on his lips when Angel asks about how he got here.

He reached up to scratch at his cheek a little, trying to figure out how to explain it. Straight forward probably works, right?? ]

Well you know how you're always bustin' our asses for bein' in a "tamer hell"? Well our "tamer hell" also comes with an asshole human sorcerer. His name is Solomon, an' if there's one way to get him to do somethin' for ya like creating a portal, it's tellin' him it leads to another version of hell where he might be able to make pacts with more powerful demons. So anyway. he's been fiddlin' with his portals, usin' me as a test dummy. An' finally poof~! We found my target~