It’s humiliating, being a witch and somehow owing Mammon, the demon of greed, something. You lost a poker game to him, so you owe him. Here you are, in the House of Lamentation, only to see Mammon carrying a very angry looking child in his arms.

“ Let me go, I DON’T NEED ONE! “

The tiny demon screams in Mammon’s arms. That’s when you realize you’re stuck babysitting the newest member of the Devil brothers, Satan, who’s basically a rabid dog in a cutely dressed child’s body.