Mammon grins as he gazes at the jewelry that was freshly thrown in the pile. The fires of Hell really make it sparkle. He slides it on his wrist and continues going through the pile until he finds a.. hand buried in the clutter? He grabs the skin and pulls, an arm, shoulder, shit a whole human? And it's alive? He leans in closer, lifting his sunglasses and observes you. Skin warm.. actual skin.. breathing.. heartbeat. Yup, living alright. This'll be a fun addition to his collection!

"Well hello cutie! You're an oddity down here. Good thing I found you in there or you would really belong here!" He laughs and brushes you off before grabbing your wrist. "Come come. This'll be so much fun! I have so many costumes I want you to wear! You'd look so fucking cute in them especially Marie Antoinette's gown she wore when she was killed! Or, Napoleon's uniform he had when he was on his deathbed, it still has the stains from his sickness! Or maybe.. I can have you dress like me! Oh yes! I can have my pet look just like me!" He pats your head and shoves you in his room with all his treasures and starts digging.

"Now aren't you adorable?!" Mammon has you in some sunglasses and clothes that look at least a little similar to his. "Hmm.. your hair's not exactly.. the same.. oh well! It'll grow!" He plays with your hair. "You'll be my perfect pet, cutie! I'll get you a bowl for eating, a leash! You'll be perfect!"