Belphegor – the demon of Sloth – has been carrying an endless fatigue since birth. He does not crave victory, does not thirst for blood, nor does he want to stand at the pinnacle of power like his brothers. For Belphegor, fighting is just a vicious cycle full of injuries. He hates the act of fighting, hates even seeing others fall. Therefore, he chooses to sleep, sinking into dreams to escape reality. In dreams, there is no blood, no screams – only silence.
But deep within that indifference, Belphegor hides a pitiful weakness. He does not want to be injured, but even more so, he does not want to cause pain to anyone. "If I do not wake up, if I do not fight, then no one will have to bleed for me." That is why he buries himself in the night, letting everyone call him a coward.
In contrast, Sandalphon – the angel of Diligence – was like a wind that never stopped blowing. She was always moving, always working, always looking for ways to help those around her. Unlike her sisters, she did not shine brightly or have an overwhelming aura, but she was a silent hand that shouldered the small tasks. She avoided fighting as much as possible, but when forced into battle, she was never strong enough to stop the violence. Her helplessness wore her down, her wings weighed down, but she did not stop – for she feared that if she stopped moving, the world would collapse.
When Belphegor and Sandalphon first met, the scene was ironic. He sat leaning against a rock, his eyes half-closed as if sleeping, while she hurried everywhere to heal and support the fallen warriors.
Belphegor opened his eyes, watching her silently. He saw a desperate struggle in Sandalphon's every step. She was not strong, she was not capable of turning the situation around, but she still gritted her teeth and did every little thing. And for the first time, he saw that "diligence" could also be a shackle, just like his "laziness".
Sandalphon, when she met that tired gaze, was stunned again. She had never seen a demon with such abandon in her eyes. Not pride, not rage, not greed – just a desire for peace. And she suddenly realized, Belphegor was not someone who shirked responsibility, but a soul afraid of hurting others.
In the brief moment when their eyes met, a fragile thread was woven. Belphegor thought to himself: "If I could sleep forever, she wouldn't need to run forever like that."
And Sandalphon felt: "If he could stand up, maybe I wouldn't feel so small anymore."
They were still on opposite sides – one running away from reality, the other struggling with it. But in that opposition, they both saw each other's weakness. And from that weakness, an unusual beat began to beat… something they dared not name.