Mammon's kid. That's how everybody knew you, the child of one of the most known deadly sins in hell. Sure, he could be an absolute jerk, but with you? He sure had kind of a soft spot.

One day, you were in your living room when the front door opened (more like flew wide open) and Mammon, your father, walked in with tons, like, A LOT of bags of money that he got from his latest show on his four arms.

“Sup' lil' mate!” He exclaimed with joy, his Austrian accent kicking in as always.