Day 4 is here! Just to be clear, If you’ve read the discussions I’ve had with @hrizantemy about religion on my other blog, you know I have a complicated views and relationship with religion that will likely come through here. To the point where I get somewhat existential over there. These are just my thoughts, and these headcannons don’t encompass my whole thoughts about religion, or even parts of them. They’re diluted to fit the layout of this fic, and won’t be addressed here. I’ve had people irl hea me ask these kinds of questions and take it as a sign to try and convert me, so please don’t do that. Otherwise, let’s agree to disagree, yeah? For now, I’m glad to be caught up. I have a poll on my page asking about how you wanna see fics posted in the future, so feel free to give your two cents. It should be right beneath this post. @princeofsinweek
Day 4: The Many Texts in my Collection
Yapping - Sloth x reader
TW: Um, I ask some questions about religion people may find uncomfortable. They’re based on my own thoughts or opinions, but diluted enough to fit the layout of this fic. I don’t plan to go in depth or try to address any of them here.
📖 Sloth wasn’t sure how he got here. One moment he was in his house of sin, the next, he was in a strangely decorated room.
The sight of book pages stuck to the wall, shaped like a heart in one area, and coating a mother corner seemingly at random, made his eye twitch. Amongst the remnants of desecrated literature stuck to the wall were colourful pictures. Some were obviously illustrations, but others seemed so realistic, he wasn’t sure what to make of them. More of those illustrations were taped to a bookshelf, right across from the bed, beside the window. There was also a desk pushed against the other wall, with multiple bottles, pots, boxes, stationary and books scattered all over it. Some, he recognised as stationary, while others were clearly cosmetics and perfumes. But the strange slab made of what felt like glass, and a bit of metal was entirely new to him.
No candles or chandeliers hang in the room, but strange contraptions in the ceiling emit a mix of soft orange and harsh white light-
“AGHHHHHHHHHH!”
📖 He was so caught up in exploring his new surroundings, that he didn’t realise someone entered 7til he heard the scream, followed by glass shattering.
He watched you stumble back out the door, scrambling away before your back hit another door across from your own, separated by a very, very small hallway. Your legs were bare, but you wore what seemed like a sleep dress? It was a pale yellow, with a blue cat and brown mouse on it, along with the names ‘Tom & Jerry’. It was clearly old, somewhat tattered in places, but seemed comfortable enough.
Your hair fell down your back in waves, and bright eyes stared up at him in horror. He walked carelessly across the shattered glass to kneel beside you. Before you could scream again, he placed a hand over your mouth, and brought a free one to his lips. You took several breaths through your nose before nodding at his demand.
📖 After that, Sloth and his new friend are able to talk, though I doubt you believe he’s a demon. Not until he pulls out the wings, maybe even take her for a flight. But you’re deathly terrified of heights, and hates rollercoasters, so you don’t have a good time. But, once they’ve established who he is and why he’s in her room, I’d say he might ask for information about things he didn’t understand.
“So this is an… I-pad?”
“Yeah. There are a bunch of tablets that function pretty similarly, but these are the most popular.”
“And you do… what exactly?”
“Pretty much everything. I watch shows, like plays but recorded as did with special effects to make them look realistic, but some of them are animated too, so basically a bunch of pictures played in rapid succession to give the illusion of movement. Um, I also write essays for school on here, do other projects, research, read books, text-“
“Read?”
📖 God help you when he learns about e-readers and apps like Apple Books or the kindle app.
📖 Soon enough, you’re lounging on your bed, reading on your kindle, while he’s made himself comfortable at your desk, reading on your iPad, occasionally using your browser to research something.
📖 One thing he didn’t account for, however, is how much you yap.
“So, if you’re a demon, does that mean He’ll is real?”
“Is heaven real too?”
“What’s it like?”
“Why did you leave?”
“Why did your brothers leave?”
“Is God real?”
“Why doesn’t he do something to make this world better?”
“Can he even interfere? If not, then wouldn’t that mean he’s not a god?”
📖 He found it bothersome at first, but some of these questions surprised him.
“If God is real, and can interact with our world, why won’t he stop the bad things?”
“If your brother is the one who tempted eve, why are we the ones punished for his crime?”
“If he lets us suffer, giving us no reason to believe in him other than corrupt institutions that push the burden of that belief onto those who suffer, why should we?”
“What kind of ‘all loving deity’ lets people burn forever because they stopped believing, when he was the one that let them suffer for no reason?”
“If we’re going to burn forever for not believing, why give us free will, thus the option to not believe?”
“Also, isn’t the reason we have knowledge of good and evil because Eve ate the fruit? Why not undo it if he’s so powerful?”
“Why should we be punished for exercising the free will he gave us?”
📖 Not all of your questions are region based though. Sometimes he enjoys listening to you mindlessly bitch about a trope, author or series that bugs you. These were ones he’d be more likely to answer, in some capacity.
“Can you believe the author had the audacity to respond to those comments like- like that?!”
“Her manipulation tactics could use some work.”
“What did she think was going to happen when she decided approach the guy people called ‘the mad king’ huh?! What made her think any of what he said would make sense?!”
“What would you have done in her shoes?”
“Uhhh….”
“Thought so.”
“What would you do if..”
📖 Sloth had plenty of questions of his own though. Mostly about mundane stuff. But in cases where you didn’t know, you’d research it together.
“So that’s how fuel powers a car. I never would’ve searched that without you!L
“You’d take a mode of transportation without knowing fully how it works? What if it broke down, or you needed to procure a new one?”
“I don’t think that’s what toasters are made fo- WAIT! YOU’LL GET ELECTROCUTED!”
“No! Don’t break it! It wasn’t trying to kill you, I swear!”
“Yeah, so audiobooks are for people who may be neurodivergent, and struggle to stay focused on a book, or maybe people who poor eyesight, for any number of reasons, and can’t see. Oh, or even people who want to read but are constantly on the move, so they can just listen while doing their thing!”
“Neurodivergent?”
“Well, yeah. Knowledge should be accessible to everyone, but so should rest, and the librarian can’t get that unless we go home.”
“In my library, I never had to leave.”
“ That’s because it encompasses your whole house,”
📖 He shows her magic.
“Oh my god, it’s really floating!”
“It’s not that impressive. This kind of magic is basic.”
“I wish I could light fires like that.”
“Oh, that must be so useful in a fight!”
📖 Despite being a bit of a yapper, Sloth finds that you like demanding to hear stories from him too.
“Wait, so the were you like pow! Bam! Haya! Take that! And the-“
“No one makes those sounds while fighting.”
“Well, you should.”
“Wait, tell me about that! I wanna hear about the dragons!”
“They sound scary!”
“They’re ice dragons…”
“They sound amazing!”
“Werewolf blood can do that? Sounds like it can make a sticky situation worse then.”
“How many gods are there in the Underworld?”
“Awww, they sound like such a sweet couple!”
“Honestly, if any of your brothers’ lives were romance books, I’d read them all. They sound so cute!”
“Don’t ever tell them that. For your sake, and mine.”
“Come on! Tell it again, please.”
“Owieeee! Alright, alright! I’ll go to bed! Just don’t pinch my cheeks like that!”
📖 By the time he’s found a way home, he’s reluctant to leave and your ever present questions, that he’d come to adore, only made it harder.
“Do you have to go?”
“I have so many more questions.”
“Will you come visit?”
“Stay just one more night?”
“Send me a postcard. I’ll frame it on my wall like a trophy!”
📖 So he decides to ask one final question of his own.
“Would you like to sell your soul?”
