“Hm?” Belphegor murmured, shifting slightly under the weight of the blanket that had swallowed him whole. “I told you… I just needed a small nap first.”
The list you’d given him—Gods, it was endless. Errands, tasks, chores… it was cruel, really. He wasn’t built for this. The summoning alone had taken most of his energy. Weren’t humans supposed to understand that? A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he shifted again, tucking his hands beneath the soft fabric. “You do realize I’m the Avatar of Sloth, right? Not efficiency.”
Still, there was no malice in his words. Only amusement. He didn’t dislike you. Quite the opposite, in fact. If anyone else had dared to give him such a list, he’d have vanished without a trace. Not that he was actually going to do everything you asked. That was… optimistic.
“I work better after getting some rest,” he said, his tone light, almost teasing. “It’s called pacing myself, vous. You should try it sometime.”
