Hell’s Consort

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The Archdemon of Sloth

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"Would it be justifiable for me to if I poison you for this?"

Lune's eyes were fierce with determination as she said in a steady, low-pitched voice. "I need you to answer my questions, brother-in-law."

"Do you have to do this, though?" He pressed his lips together as his gaze glanced down at the stick wedged around his throat.

He adjusted his voice in a soft, patronizing tone that would sound from someone Lune could trust. "I can answer your questions calmly if we could just sit down on the couch face-to-face."

Sloth wasn't sure if it was effective but Lune's response had been cool.

"You attacked me first. This is self-defense." Lifting her chin in a challenge, she added a-matter-of-factly. "Don't poke the bear if you don't want to die."

Sloth winced at the pain every time she squirmed and pressed that damned stick on his neck as if that would keep him docile.

Damn it! 

It was partly Sloth's fault but he wouldn't admit that out loud.

He had poked her with the wooden stick instead of waking her up as a normal creature should.

To be honest, he was too lazy to walk around the table and tap her by the shoulder or use his Archdemon wings to fly to her and smooth her silver hair away from her face before he shouted ' FIRE!' in her ear. 

Sloth's laziness would get him into far more trouble than he was ready for.

He had itched to tie her up and wrap a blanket around her before he throws her into the dungeon for this insolence but she was his sister-in-law.

Perhaps, he can do that next time.

"Alright." He replied, "Ask away!" instead.

It was time to have that much-awaited conversation.

"How did you become an Archdemon, Sloth?" 

Even if Sloth hadn't remembered his past life, he knew he had lived as a human before.

He was a shaman who was diligent when it came to studying books about healing and animals. 

He turned his head sideways as he took his sweet time to think more. 

"Hmm. I wasn't a pureblood Archdemon." 

Clenching his fists, he begged for more memories to come this time but there was none. 

Opening his eyes after the recollection, Sloth told Lune how much he could remember.

There weren't foggy scenarios and it was more like words.

"I was a Cambion, who used to be a half-human and half-demon, which defeated the past Archdemon of Sloth with magic that I learned from my past life."

The more his sister-in-law asked her questions about his past, the more he got the courage to say what he thought out loud with conviction.

He was afraid that nobody would believe him if they heard it from his mouth.

She leaned into him more and her knees had dug on his chest. "What is your name?"

If he wasn't careful, Sloth might think that Lune was more interested in him than becoming a strong Archdemon.

"To be honest, I don't remember. It had been so long." Pulling his head back to see more of Lune's face, he responded with a grimace when he felt her sister-in-law's weight again. "My brothers call me Sloth and I am fine with it."

What would this lady do if he told her she was heavy? 

Hm, probably insulted!

Nevermind.

She would think of that as a valid excuse to torture him more. 

"I was a past shaman who bridged every day and the sacred."

Even Lilith who became the Archdemon of Envy had a memory to comfort her and pull her through every time she had an existential crisis.

Lilith was evil to the core when she was a High Priestess in the Vampire Realm.

There was no question about that. 

But, how about him?

How evil was his soul to be sent to Hell and become an Archdemon?

Sloth had assumed it was because of his half-demon blood but perhaps, that wasn't the only reason.

"The Shaman had a knack for finding doorways into the other worlds as they would allow psychic visions and old magic to leak into this world. When there is power, there is also shadow in it. I think I fell into it deeply."

Sloth never told this to anyone else, not even his fellow brothers or even his new mother and father, King Lucifer and Queen Jezebel.

They knew his soul wasn't supposed to remember.

If they knew Sloth had thought about his past heritage then they would probably laugh at him.

The King and the Queen would assume that he was making stories to compensate for his lack of memory in his past

Why did he tell Lune about his theories about what he used to be without any proof?

Lune nodded as if she understood him.

"I didn't retain any memories except who I used to be in the past." Exhaling a breath, Sloth gained the courage to share with his sister-in-law what he thought because she seemed to be interested.

Not so many people were interested in what a drowsy and lethargic Archdemon had to say so he might as well take advantage.

"One thing I know for sure was I let the darkness consumed me whole that was why I became an Archdemon."

Lune's brows furrowed when she asked, "How does this work?"

"I am an Archdemon now." Lune paused for a moment as if she was letting that sink in into her brain. "Do I need to dethrone some Archdemon to officially be one?"

"You don't need to unless you want to have a Kingdom to rule in Hell but I think you wouldn't have a problem about where you would stay." Sloth offered her an encouraging smile when something clicked in his thoughts.

Lune was probably acting like a savage lady because she was afraid of her future.

It had nothing to do with him. 

"My brothers would agree on the schedule of your wifely duties by tomorrow and my wild guess was either they take turns daily, weekly, or monthly."