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THE ARCHDEMON OF SLOTH
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He saw that his sister-in-law was asleep on his favorite couch, but he had no gall to wake Lune up because she seemed tired.
Lune's hair had her head bowed as the curtains of her silver hair covered her pale face.
She kept nodding drowsily, and her legs were tucked underneath her transparent gown.
He watched his sister-in-law's tiny nipples with clinical interest.
Sloth hadn't noticed her choice of clothes before at the throne room, but now he wanted to wake her up and asked about it.
He had kept his promise and only slept in his bedchamber for an hour.
Honestly, if it wasn't for his servant Philip who woke him up and shook his shoulders so wild that his brain might think there was an earthquake, Sloth might have broken his oath.