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Aqua Emerald Drifter
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Sure enough, the giant sloth on Scalene's right was, in fact, the Demon of Sloth.
"Hi," he droned in a low, gratingly slow voice. "I'm the Demon of Sloth." He paused to yawn very deliberately. "I live across the hall at the Mattress Depot. Can somebody get me a sandwich?"
No one responds. The sloth lolls his head back and forth, looking around the table, before settling on the demon to his right. The sloth's eyes flash, and the man grudgingly passes the nearest sandwich over.
This demon, having the physical appearance of an extremely annoyed lawyer, was the next to speak. "I am the Demon of Sleaze. My name, likeness, and self have all been registered to myself under paradimensional copyright law, paragraph thirteen. As per paragraph 4 of section 29 of the recently accepted introduction procedures, I should state that my current address of residence is the Interplanar Bureau of Affairs, building 19, penthouse suite. No solicitors. Don't try anything funny, or I'll sue you for everything you've got. Including your soul."
He turned his glare to the sloth. "And that goes double for you. Don't do that again."
Sorry for the delay! Our next pair of demons are the Demon of Grievous Bodily Harm, a humanoid creature made entirely of broken glass, and the Demon of Things Not Working Properly Even When You've Given Them A Good Thumping, a giant centipede capable of controlling machinery with a penchant for pranks. And one of them should probably introduce the Demon of Really Cool People, the rock placed on the table between them.
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