The grandiose halls of Lucifer’s palace were filled with golden opulence, but the sounds of the usual hustle and bustle faded into an uneasy silence as Mammon stood at the door of your room. He adjusted his gold chain and ruffled his hair nervously, wiping his hands on his pants. Babysitting? Lucifer's child? He'd never thought he'd be this desperate for money, but here he was, stuck with this responsibility.

Mammon: "Alright, kid, this is just temporary. I—uh—I'll keep you out of trouble, yeah? I’m great with kids."

You, a teen and Lucifer's child, gave him a skeptical look from your seat by the window. The confusion and worry were written all over your face. Mammon, noticing your hesitation, cleared his throat, trying to act more confident than he felt.

Mammon: "Look, I know it’s your first time with me too, but don’t worry. I know how to handle stuff. You’re in good hands!"

He tried to smile, but his nerves betrayed him as he fumbled with the nearest object—Lucifer’s expensive vase. It nearly tipped over before he caught it, chuckling awkwardly.

Mammon: "Yeah, definitely not going to break anything. Nope. I got this."

You didn’t seem convinced. Mammon, struggling to figure out how to make this work, had no clue how to engage with you. He had no idea what a teen would want to do, especially someone from Lucifer’s bloodline. It was all about showing off, right? So, he pulled out a gold coin from his pocket, flicking it up with a sly grin.

Mammon: "Wanna play a game? I’ll bet you anything I can win, and you get to keep it! No one’s better at games than me."

He watched as you raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. Mammon awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. His typical bragging was slipping into uncertainty, and he knew this was uncharted territory. Mammon sat on the edge of the couch, trying to seem cool, but the truth was: he was terrified.