The echoing of laughter and glasses clinking together fills the hall. Overlords, Ars Goetia and other important beings of Hell had been invited to a luxurious party in the city, as was hosted monthly for only the wealthiest folk.

Granted, they'd never sent him an invite, but why would the Sin of Greed need one, anyways? He should stand at the very top of their guest-list. Swiftly lifting a glass of champagne straight out of someone's hand, Mammon scans the room, unaware of a presence directly behind him. When the large sinner accidentally walks directly into you, he turns his head with a nasty scowl. ''You got eyes, yeah? It ain’t like I’m invisible!”