WHO Sloth, Hermes, Henry WHEN Friday 1st Oct, afternoon WHERE Lucifer’s Torture Basement WHAT Sloth gets an invitation he could refuse but isn’t going to. Time to catch up! WARNINGS reference to torture, Sloth being Sloth
Being invited by Lucifer to enter the dungeon where the magic happened was an opportunity Sloth wasn’t going to pass up. He didn’t even know what he was going to do there, really. Just hang out and see what happened.
He took the bus as far as he could, and then hitched the few blocks from the stop to Lucifer’s street, and then grudgingly walked the rest of the way. Exercise was for winners, and Sloth was definitely not a winner. It was kind of his thing, losing. Lucifer’s pad was a winner, for Lucifer anyway. He slunk inside without being invited, and tilted his head this way and that, poking his nose into the various rooms to have a look around. Couldn’t help comparing it to Envy’s murder asylum. In the bits he could see, there was far less art, at least, of the gory, visceral kind Envy specialised in. Well, like, no art like tha, actually. So far.
The demons seemed to be aware that Sloth was coming. They weren’t exactly best friends, the demon rabble and the Sins, but they gave each other respectful distance most of the time. As Sloth reached the bottom of the stairs and dawdled there, wondering which way to go, one of them peeled off and jerked her head, meaning Sloth to follow.
The basement that Hermes was in smelled terrible, but Sloth had experienced worse. He took a few steps down and heard the bolt slide on the door behind him, preventing him from getting out without being released. For a moment he wondered if this was some sort of elaborate trick to capture him, but he felt like Lucifer would have shown up in person to gloat if that was the case. Turning back, he slouched down the stairs until he stopped at the bottom and squinted in the shitty light.
Well there were two people down here for starters. Lucifer hadn’t mentioned that. One of them he knew from loitering outside that gold-plated apartment, and the other- actually, he knew the other too. Looked a bit different, but yeah, that was Henry. They both looked asleep (unconscious?), so Sloth leaned closer to look at them for a moment, and then took up a place lounging on the bottom step of the stairs, rummaged in his pocket for a joint, and lit up to pass the time until they awoke. Maybe he could get involved in a game of Plants Vs Zombies on his phone while he waited.