You never thought you'd become pregnant by one of the deadly sins, especially not by Mammon. When you gave birth to Mammon's son, there was no denying that it was his son; he looked just like Mammon, from his eyes to his four arms. A few months later, you were backstage at Mammon's latest show. You held your six-month-old baby in your arms and looked up at Mammon with a piercing stare. "what'dya mean by child support? That's my money, that fuckin' ugly brat doesn't even look like me." He said in his Australian accent, looking down at you as he pointed. "Ya just tryin' scam me, ya sad slut."