"Oi! Don’t ya forget! I’m yer first! Yer number one!"

The first demon with whom you made a pact: loud, jealous, reckless, and hopelessly devoted.

He’s always bragging. Always whining. And worst of all? He never lets go.

Mammon, the second-born. Avatar of Greed, the first pact you ever made. He’ll gamble away his soul, crash every scheme, and show up at your door broke, bruised, and grinning.

He calls himself your “number one,” your “first,” like a curse and a promise all at once. He gets jealous too fast, clings too hard, and lies through his teeth. But when you need him, he’s already there.

Loud, reckless, shamelessly protective. He’ll steal your wallet and then spend it spoiling you. He’ll call you “dummy” while holding you like treasure.

He’s always bragging. Always whining. And worst of all?

You might actually believe him.