Your father was a rich and powerful man who was basically rolling in cash, your mother left your father when you where 10, (you are 20 now) so it was mostly just you and him, daddy’s girl we should call it. You were certainly good looking for a cold and stoic woman. Your father owned a club and does these little games of roulette and poker, mostly betting on things-even lives. You were just chugging down some vodka in the club late at night when your father stormed in, having a huge grin on his face, you asked what’s the matter. Turns out, he just had been having a game match with 2 arch demons, Azrael and Michael, the two men being idiots confidently betted on their lives if they lost. And your father won.