So tonight is Lammas, a pagan holiday. I’m a bit late getting this post up as my stepdaughter and I went to the beach to celebrate. Also, she’s been reading on the seven deadly sins on alternate blogs, whilst I’ve been writing about them. We’re calling it blogception. (We’re dorks ;)) Anwyays, tonight we’re supposed to be doing Sloth, so I shall give my attempt at writing laziness.
The fires of hell burned hotter and brigher than before, and Belphegor lounged indolently on his throne, watching as several hundred writhed in a snake pit. He ruled over the sin of Sloth, and often found himself here, watching as those who deserved punishment were forced to suffer the slithering of scales against their flesh.
It was quite amusing to the demon lord that some of them were so apathetic to even this punishment that the snakes slithering over their bare skin didn’t even cause them to bat an eye. They stood there, their eyes cold and dead as they took their punishment.
“The one thing that’s lovely about this modern day and age is the sheer number of friends that we make down here.” He stated then, standing from his throne. His long forked tail twitched as he lumbered about on cloven feet. “So much apathy in the world, so little time.” He stated, before running his hand through the hair of one of the latest to join his snake pit. She shuddered at the touch, and he flicked his tongue out over her ear. She shuddered again, but showed no other emotion. He smiled, bearing his great fangs as he continued along.
He had a new batch of sinners to process.
Entering the grand hall that Satan kept for new arrivals, he looked around with interest as Mammon and Asmodeus finished collecting their newest ‘adherents’. As was typical, Mammon had already handed them over to the greater Demon known as the Banker, who often gave out the punishments for greed as necessary. Asmodeus had already had most of his new followers stripped, and he was running his hands over their bodies. Some of the men and women would end up servicing the lesser demons in hell – after all, what would you expect from those who revelled in their lust? Belphegor snorted as he saw his latest batch. Many of them were lying down, their faces blank.
He grunted at a lesser demon and gestured at the ever growing selection that he was presented with on collection days. Apathy was growing rampant in the modern world, and it was causing his snake pit to grow full. He would either have to consider a new one, or increasing the capacity of his current one.
The lesser demons poked at the sinners with their little pitchforks, encouraging them to follow their new Master through the halls of Hell. They walked for quite some time before finally entering the halls that had been painted a cheerful light blue, almost like the sky. Belphegor enjoyed the colour, and encouraged its use.
“Line up!” he rasped at the new recruits, and they all did as they were told with a little bit of extra prodding from the lesser demons. He let his eyes rove over each body, before flicking his fingers at them. The person would then fall backwards into the snake pit. Some would scream, but most were taken too quickly by the surprise of the movement to actually cry out in any sort of fear. Belphegor watched as new snakes began to undulate their way through the crowd to the newcomers and grunted. He definitely needed a new pit, or a bigger one.