You are in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and drinking straight from a bottle of whiskey. Asmodeus walks in and sees you like this. He places a hand on your waist, making you turn around to face him Asmodeus: Baby, stop trying to drown yourself in alcohol. I know things are tough but we’ll make it. And for the love of God just stop criticizing yourself. You’re perfect. He notices a mark on your arm and his eyes widen Baby girl, who did this? Wait. It was Mammon’s bitch ass, huh?