Belphegor & Sloth Residents

Ruler of the Sloth Ring. Former Virtue of Diligence. Mun is 33. ~Adored by Xixi

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

:Belphegor & Sloth Residents:

-Promo - Starter Call - Bio -Rules -Shipping Thread - Sloth & Radio -Main Headcanons -From Virtue to Sin

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Being lazy

Making pills

Profession

Ruler of the Sloth Ring

Owner of Sleepy Pills

Owner of her pharmacy store

[mammonsavarice]

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about // rules

[hells-sirenqueen]

( I do plan on coming back here!

Things have just been chaos on my end. Plus, starting tomorrow, my twins fiancé is coming to visit till mid December. So yeah...

May pop in once in a while though.

Also, I haven't seen any of the new Hazbin Hotel, which is sort of why I'm avoiding Lilith, Rosie, and Belphegor. I don't want spoilers.

Hopefully I'll see it sometime this week.

Hope everyone is doing okay. ♡

[cannibalxroses]

(So, I spent a better half of yesterday in the hospital. That was..less than an exciting experience. I'm on more medication and now using an inhaler. I do need to get in contact with a lung doctor but only if my new meds don't work after a week.

I do apologize for my lack of activity, but I haven't really been feeling great. I'll try to come back soon. I'm kind of a little more concerned for my health than writing here. I hope you guys can understand. ;;

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

{ I will be attempting replies here later tonight. Apologies for those waiting on replies. Till then, I'mma dip. The Overlord fandom calls for me.

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

¤Should you have trouble sleeping and come to Belphegor herself for aid or find yourself near the nursery section of the hospital in Sloth; there is a high chance you'll hear Belphegor humming this tune.

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

"Lady Belphegor! Lady Belphegor! The public didn't have a chance to see what your opinion was during the latest court case. Could you share your views with the public?"

An imp reporter held a microphone towards Belphegor while his cameraman recorded her every movement.

The Sin of Sloth slowly rose her head up, eyes slowly blinking at the scene before her. Why were there reporters in her pharmacy?

A tired groan could be heard as she rested her head on her upper left arm.

"I have a few thoughts, but I don't think I really have the time to go over everything. But overall, I trusted Satan for his decision. Even though this is Hell, there must be some form of order and laws are in place to keep said order in check.

Those that go against it must pay the price. A punishment befitting the crime. I do find myself wondering how we are going to clean up the mess of demons going to the living world. I just hope the Seraphim in Heaven doesn't get involved. That would be such a headache to deal with.."

[the-damned-and-divine]

"Well, it's--"

All of a sudden, Satan felt self-conscious. Had he overdressed? Did it seem like he was trying too hard to impress? Was it tacky or cliche?

"...Is there something wrong with it?" he asked, looking down at himself. Everything seemed right to him. None of his staff would ever mislead or lie to him, right?

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

She waved a quick dismissive hand at him, hoping to dispel any worry or doubt he might have.

"Oh goodness, no! I was merely curious. You look sharp this evening. I just can't seem to recall the last time you dressed so formal. It's a good look on you. Though I can't imagine how uncomfortable you must feel, especially with how hot it is up here.

Are you feeling alright in that suit?"

Poor Belphegor. Her voice of concern for her date's well-being was almost considered to be criticism for his attire.

As the Sin of Sloth, she felt that comfort always came first, regardless of the event. Hopefully, her comment was taken as such, and he dressed down at least a little

He truly didn't need to go the extra ten miles for her. Just being in his company was more than fine with her.

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

😗 - YOU ARE THE SOFTEST BEING. 😀 - I’m not afraid of reaching out to you. 😃 - To me, you are easy to approach.

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{Aw. Same goes to you! I think you're a rare case for me. Since we've been writing together for a little over a year, I find myself pretty comfy approaching you and bouncing ideas off of ya. You are a soft bean and I adore you to pieces. ♥

[scotchymemes]

Intimidation Meme

Sometimes it’s difficult for people to seek contact with each other because they can feel intimidated by others. Using this meme, you can send the symbols to my askbox that represent to you how intimidating I am to you. This way, it could be more clear to both sides how things are based on these feelings.

😗 - YOU ARE THE SOFTEST BEING. 😀 - I’m not afraid of reaching out to you. 😃 - To me, you are easy to approach. 😊 - I think you are a really friendly person. 😶 - I’m not sure if I can reach out to you. 😐 - You seem a little distant from others. 😓 - I feel like you would not really like me. 😲 - I’m afraid of reaching out to you. 😟 - I wish I had the courage to start talking to you. 😥 - I am very intimidated by you. I wish it wasn’t that way, because you seem cool. 😫 - I admire you from the sidelines because you seem cool and I’m just a dork. 😧 - Senpai, notice me???? 😦 - I feel really insecure when I want to reach out to you. 😨 - You intimidate me….a whole damn lot. 😭 - I wish I could be your friend but to me, you are so hard to reach out to. 😱 - I am so incredibly intimidated by you, it even makes me a little anxious sometimes. 💀 - OH MY GOD DON’T EAT ME PLEASE

[the-damned-and-divine]

Satan's incubi waiters acknowledged Belphegor's requests with a bow, saying "As you wish" in sync. Once her salad had been topped with enough cheese and pepper to satisfy her tastes, they both flew away to the kitchen. They promptly returned with the sweetened cup of coffee, a bowl of sugar and the kettle itself---allowing her to refill at her leisure. But oddly, the kettle was buried halfway into a pot of black sand.

Satan let out a soft chuckle, looking at the unorthodox serving method. "An example of human ingenuity we've picked-up: sand holds heat surprisingly well, keeping drinks at just the right temperature for a good while. No need to keep a flame going or a machine working."

"Bit of a shame that WE didn't think of it, but it's still useful..."

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

Belphegor simply tilted her head, fascinated by the display of sand. It was rather useful, at least in Wrath. Thinking about it now, the sand would probably freeze or at the very least not last very long in her own Ring. Reaching for her coffee, her cold hands nearly cooled off her coffee immediately. Taking a gentle sip of her coffee, she found herself feeling a little more awake.

"It's nice to know that humans are still being inventive, even if most of their souls end up down here. Though, I find myself wondering who picked out your outfit for tonight."

[multicoloredspider-andfriends]

"That'd be this mornin', before my shoots. Today was a, uh--a 'safe day' to eat beforehand, 'cause I wasn't doin' any backdoor stuff."

He tapped his chin, as if trying to actually remember.

"I had a uhhhh...large coffee, some kinda breakfast burrito, donut--"

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

Belphegor just stood there, blinking at him for a moment. Yes, she was silently judging him. It wasn't until she slowly shook her head, a soft sigh leaving her lips that she waved a hand for him to follow her. "You're going to need to change that, dear. It's unhealthy having such an unbalanced diet. I'll even arrange things for you to have a proper balanced diet up to Pride if I must. I am aware that you are housed in Princess Charlie's hotel currently, so it shouldn't be too difficult for you to stick to a plan, especially if you want to do better for yourself."

Technically, she was on the fence with the idea of redemption that would lead a fallen soul to Heaven; but she never once heard a terrible idea from the young Princess. She was fond of the unique way Charlie thought outside the box and would offer her support whenever it was required. If it meant that she would occasionally take one or two members of her hotel down to her own Ring once in a while, then so be it.

[strikers-saloon]

Striker nodded as if it were an assignment and attempted to close his eyes and lay his head comfortably on the pillow. The air around him changed; he could feel the effects of the candles, the scent in the air, and even how it permeated his body. Still, it was a part of his mind that fought against it as he attempted to sleep.

Unsure, he attempted to focus on the thoughts that kept him awake, acting like an anchor that held him in the waking world. He gave a deep sigh, feeling his mind slipping, yet another part of him raging, like a nail dragging across wood, it felt like a mark inside of him was made before it slipped. He finally felt himself fall into a restless slumber, like metal in a tumble-dryer; it was working, but with the potential of causing him harm.

A ball of a nightmare would be floating inside his dreamscape, a snow globe with a burning building inside, the faint screams echoing throughout the darkness, demanding to be known, to be remembered. The mind had worked hard against it for years, and it was not until now that it was finally forced to let go.

Belphegor would get to understand the imps troubled past without trying, a loss of a family he forgot he had, a mind that tried desperately to protect his once-fragile psyche, only growing stronger as he grew older, struggling with a past he felt responsible for, even as there was a monster in the memory, an overlord that threw fire at them, and he, just a small child.

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

Whilst Striker was fast asleep, she did look into the nightmare that plagued his mind. Such a tragic core memory could damage anyone's mind if not handled with care. As a former Virtue that often dealt with matters of children and their minds, Belphegor could manipulate one's memory and even emotions towards memories. She would never do so unless she deemed it necessary for healing purposes. Family was important. Granted, no family was perfect, but they give a sense of belonging - be it by blood or found. She leaned over, placing a gentle cool hand on his forehead as she dove into his nightmare.

She wasn't going to remove the memory nor the pain he suffered. One could never grow if all pain was erased. Instead, she would dull the flames and reduce the severity of the memory. It would be nothing more than a distant dream, specific details blurred. If this is what was weighing him down, then she would see to it that such a tragic memory would still remain, but the pain wouldn't be the driving force that kept him awake at night. Everyone deserved at least a decent slumber once in a while.

Belphegor hummed softly, a tune that was akin to a lullaby she would utter in the nursery at the hospital every so often. Just a soft brush of her fingertips over his forehead as she reassured him that it was safe to sleep. He wouldn't be in harm's way. Let go and allow her voice guide him to happier thoughts.

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

{ > Sees the intimidation meme going around I'm intimidated by everyone on here. My hiatus for a couple months has made me terrified to approach basically anyone on here.;;

Anyway..I have a few minutes to myself so I'm going to attempt a few replies here and maybe on Rosie before getting off again.

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy !!! let's spread a little sunshine ☀️

(Awe. Thank you. I'm glad I make you happy! Also, sorry for responding to this several days late. Things have been chaotic on my end. ;

But thank you very much!

[strikers-saloon]

Striker had a light dusting of pink from the embarrassment, he still felt a bit awkward, and the tug of his boots had hm looking worried, as it'd reveal his left leg to be mostly a prosthetic, something he was selfconsious about, though it seemed as if she already knew, or had no bother with, something that made sense considering the profession she specialized in. As he lay in the bed, the lilac blanket had him breathe in deeply, the scent of which was hard to deny; it was comforting. Upon being given a kiss on his head, he'd feel the warm flush across his face as he couldn't remember anyone ever doing such a thing for him. All in all, everything was helping to distract his mind, to give him the chance to relax as he'd look up at Belphegor, looking too shy to speak for a moment. "Y-yes, miss. Quite comfortable." "I can't say I'm used to such practices from doctors or nurses..." He had wanted to add a few things about movies or an experience he had with a seductive nurse one time, but he felt it would potentially derail the whole meditation focus. "What now?" He'd shift a bit further under the blanket, feeling incredibly comfortable, certain there was something magical about the bed itself.

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

"Now, I just need you to close your eyes and don't fight the magic. I will be drawn into a drowsy wave that will lull you into slumber."

Belphegor adjusts herself back onto her pillow as she speaks. She took a breath and clasped her hands together. Each of the flames in the room flickered from blue to a dark purple.

Sigils of various eyes slowly started to glow white while sang softly. Her words sounded..odd, as if she was speaking an old or dead language. It wasn't long before the air in the room grew heavy and a calm sense of fatigue washed over him.

It would ultimately be up to Striker if he went with the flow of her sleep magic or if he fought against it.

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

{ I will try to get to replies I owe this weekend. I've been sick all day and I just don't have the energy to be on multiple platforms answering stuff. My apologies for the delay.