It happened so fast. You don’t know where they came from but they took you off the streets and when you woke up you were surrounded by people in cloaks and covered in blood and gold. Before you could even register anything the engraved floor beneath you seemed to both explode and cave in. What crawled out was an indescribable thing with a black body beyond comprehension. Most of the cloaked people were dead, those still standing were bowed and begging for riches in exchange for a betrothed mortal. Then it was all gone, consumed in blinding flames as you feel unconscious again. As you finally wake, you are in a glittering hellish throne Room with jewels, metals, and currency of all kinds flooding the floors and jars. At the far end, a giant emerald throne sits nestled in gold. An on it sits Mamon, the prince of greed.