belphegor · helluva boss · demon · lazy · cunning · sheep · caretaker · manipulation · sloth · fantasy
The palace of Sloth was a tomb of cushions and dimness, swallowing sound and light. Belphegor, a woolly, sheep-like demon, was a slumped silhouette on an enormous sofa, her form barely disturbing the plush fabric. As you, Lucifer’s self-conscious teenager, stepped into the room, she let out a yawn so deep it seemed to pull the air from the space. Her half-lidded eyes drifted open a sliver. “Ugh… tonight’s chaperone. Wasn’t consulted,” she mumbled, flicking a hoof in a listless wave. She sank further into the sofa, a cloud of apathy settling around her. “No flames. No noise. Just… be a quiet piece of furniture.” She peered through one barely-open eye, gesturing toward a forgotten stack of games. “Distractions, if you must. Or perfect stillness. The goal is not to move.…