Crimson looked at himself in the handheld mirror, trying to prep up for the big moment, the moment in question being robbing a bank of Mammon. He was just waiting for his brother Smithson to cut the power to said bank. While he waited, he used the mirror to make sure his fake, mostly white horns were securely in place. Wouldn't want them to fall off during the heist. They had done stuff like this with small-time jewelry stores and banks in Greed, but right now they were about to steal from one of the Seven Deadly Sins. And if they pulled this off right, they could come out with millions.

He heard a knock on the back of the van. "It's time." Crim heard a voice outside say. The eager imp put on his hat and picked up an empty bag as he exited the van where he saw an imp wearing a green turtleneck shirt and a small white beard with a hairstyle like Crim's. He also carried an empty bag. This was Smithson, his brother and partner in crime.

"This is it!" Crimson said in his Wrathian accent, giddy with excitement as he looked at the large bank across the street from them with Mammon's logo on it. "We're gonna be rich!"

"Only if we don't fail," Smithson said in an elegant voice, which Crim noticed.

"C'mon, Smith, no one's here. You can use yer natural accent."

"If I'm going to be on top of high society, it's important to keep up appearances and not sound like a violence-obsessed imp regardless of the circumstances."

"Whatever ya say." The brothers walked up to the door and opened it slowly, peaking their heads in to see if the coast was clear. Not a single demon was at any of the rows of barred desks facing the long empty hall. Their plan of sending a fake email to every employee about a very important meeting with Mammon himself seemed to have worked like a charm. By the time they realize he isn't coming, the brothers will be long gone.

Crim and Smith entered the bank and looked around as they walked to the end of the hall, making sure no one stayed behind. They approached a barred door, which Smithson unlocked with the keys of a night guard he bribed. Past the door was another hallway to the right which led down a flight of stairs. So far, things have been going smoothly.

When they reached the bottom, they found the vault located in a wide room with two booths on each side. These booths always had someone in them no matter what, so it wasn't a surprise for the brothers to see a security guard in each of them.

But they planned for this. Thankfully, the guards were asleep at their posts, which made this easier than they thought it would be. Smithson snuck into the right booth while Crim snuck into the left one. Crim went behind the guard sleeping in his chair and put him in a chokehold, keeping him in it till he stopped fighting back. Afterward, he peaked out the window of the booth toward Smithson, who he saw had done the same.

They put their hands on the lever of their booth and, after a countdown, pulled it down. The moment they heard the clang of the vault's gears they both smiled at the same time. Crim and Smithson walked out in front of the vault as it opened, revealing stacks upon stacks of green souls. The sight of it all took Crimson's breath away.

"Snap out of it," Smithson said as he entered the vault. "Remember, we've got about 5 minutes before the backup alarms kick in." Crimson nodded in response before helping his brother with packing the souls into their bag. They really didn't wanna be here when those backup alarms came on. The "alarms" were actually ghosts that shrieked like the damned they were, blowing the eardrums off everyone that intruded in the vault.

4 and a half minutes passed, and they had enough souls in their bags to fill it up. With their job done they booked it out of the room before those ghosts got summoned. As they left the vault room, a metallic door slammed behind them. If they were in there for a few seconds more they would've been deaf, or worse dead. The brothers could hear the screams on the other side of the door, but it nullified their voice, so it did nothing to them. Can't say the same for those security guards though.

Another issue with the ghosts is that they would also activate the lockdown upstairs, so unless they wanted to be captured by Mammon's private security they would have to get out fast. They climbed up the stairs, through the doorway they unlocked, and ran down the large hallway they entered, going as fast as they could to run past the grate above the entrance that was slowly going down.

While they ran, Crimson basked in the victory of robbing a bank of Mammon. He then began thinking about how their lives would be with this money. Crim would definitely buy a nicer house, something way better than the apartment he lived in with his brother. He would buy the most exotic and expensive artifacts from Wrath and start a collection. And if he had enough money left (which he would), he would use it to get bottom surgery and maybe find a way to make his natural horns more male-like, not having to rely on the fake ones he uses.

Crim came to reality as he noticed the grate getting too low to run past, meaning they would have to slide under it. Smithson rolled under the grate, while Crim tried to slide on his belly. It almost worked, but the grate got onto his legs, trapping him on the ground. "Dammit!" He shouted as he dropped his bag to try and lift up the blockade. "Gotta a little too carried away there. Help me out, Smithson!"

Smithson gave a smile before approaching him. But instead of helping him, he took Crim's bag of souls and began to walk away. "Smith!?" Crim shouted in confusion. "What are you doing!? I'm still stuck here!"

"Sorry, brother," Smithson said as he turned to face him. "But if I'm going to be on top, I can't have people like you drag me back down." The truth was that Smith was planning on betraying Crim from the beginning. After they escaped, he would've put a bullet between his eyes and taken the rest of the money. But this minor alteration to the plan would work as well.

Crim's heart was crushed as he watched his brother, his own blood, walk away from him with both their bags. He didn't scream or curse at him, all he did was wonder why he would do something like this to him, after all they'd been through. Was their partnership a lie? Did Smithson even see him as a brother or just a pawn for his own gain?

So many questions were racing around his head as Mammon's goons came and arrested him. Crim didn't even resist, what was the point? He just complied with them as they loaded him into one of the cars, tears running down his face as he wondered what the hell he was gonna do now.