Belphegor wasn’t bothered in the least by Sloth’s slipping into what resembled a coma. He settled back comfortably and enjoyed what little of the ride he had left before reaching his building. If Sloth felt comfortable enough to fall asleep in his presence, well….that could be considered a good thing. All depending on how you looked at it, of course. If Belphegor had been in her position…….but he wasn’t, and even thinking of what ifs was pointless. He was what he was, and she was what she was. When he’d first learned of what had happened between the sins and the rest of Hell, he’d been angry enough that he wouldn’t have sat quietly and watched Sloth sleep if he’d come across her. In fact, he had thought up several delightful alternatives to nothing. As usual, however, time passed, things happened, and Belphegor got bigger and better ideas.
When the car finally came to a stop, the demon only spared one moment more to study the sleeping sin before scooping her up and heading up to his apartment.
Once through the front door, Belphegor had a very brief urge to dump Sloth unceremoniously onto the couch. Though it was tempting, the demon continued on to his own room. Here, the curtains were drawn tight against any encroaching light, and the temperature was a little cooler than it was in the rest of the apartment. Sloth was set down on clean, soft sheets and Belphegor even managed to draw the comforter up a little before turning and leaving the room. He would leave the sin to sleep and wallow in comfort as much as she wanted. He would be there when she woke up.