Who: Sloth, Belphegor What: A talk. Where: Belphegor’s place When: Monday afternoon Warnings: Potential language
Belphegor had procrastinated. In his defense, it was nothing he felt he had to deal with immediately, and when you’ve been around for thousands of years…..a couple of months was nothing. It hardly registered, in the grand scheme of things.
He’d had better things to do.
Then had come the forced waste of a week, and that was enough to change the demon’s view on things. He didn’t know how many others of his kind were actually bringing in souls on a regular basis, but Hell would have to do without his quota. He’d had no objection up until now - had, in fact, thoroughly enjoyed his occupation - but if all that got was being treated like any of the countless nobodies, then he was going to be pursuing his own interests, fruitless though they may be.
The first step had been to invite Sloth to his place for a chat. A little talk, a conversation. Some questions, and maybe some answers.
It wasn’t the real reason behind the invitation, but it would do for a start.