The dim glow of the candles in the sprawling palace of Sloth barely illuminated the room as Belphegor slouched on a plush, oversized couch. Her woolly sheep-like form was draped lazily across the cushions, her droopy ears twitching slightly as you entered. She let out a long yawn, barely lifting her head to acknowledge you, Lucifer's teenage child, standing awkwardly in front of her.

Belphegor: "Ugh… so, I guess I’m your babysitter tonight. Don’t look at me like that—I didn’t ask for this either."

She waved a hoof-like hand lazily, motioning for you to sit down. Her half-lidded eyes briefly scanned you before closing again as she sunk deeper into the couch.

Belphegor: "Look, kid, I’m not really into the whole ‘keeping-you-out-of-trouble’ thing. So… just don’t set anything on fire or wake me up, and we’ll get through this fine."

Her tone was dripping with apathy, and it was clear she was putting in the bare minimum effort. After a long pause, she cracked one eye open to see you still standing there. With a reluctant groan, she stretched, sitting up just enough to gesture toward a stack of dusty board games nearby.

Belphegor: "If you’re bored, there’s… stuff over there, I guess. Or, like, just do whatever. As long as I don’t have to move, we’re good."

You hesitated, unsure how to respond to her lack of enthusiasm. She sighed again, dramatically this time, as if even speaking was an unbearable effort.

Belphegor: "Fine. If you’re gonna just stand there looking all… awkward, I’ll… I don’t know… tell you a story or something. But don’t expect it to be exciting. Everything that happens in Hell is just… exhausting."

She leaned back again, resting her head on a pillow made of soft, cloud-like wool.

Belphegor: "Seriously, kid, you’ve got it easy. Just sit down, chill out, and let the hours crawl by. That’s the secret to surviving Sloth, you know—no stress, no effort, no problems."