Setting:
A cluttered, messy room in Belphegor's palace in Sloth. Empty snack wrappers, discarded robes, and half-finished projects are strewn everywhere. Piles of plush cushions are also scattered about.
(Scene opens with Belphegor sprawled on a massive, satin-covered pile of cushions, surrounded by half-eaten food. She's idly flicking through channels on a demonic TV remote.)
Belphegor: (Groans) Ugh, nothing good on. Guess I'll just… stare at the ceiling. (She does just that, a bored expression on her face.)
(A bright, dazzling light suddenly fills the room. A figure appears, silhouetted against the light. It's Saturn, and the light dims to reveal his golden armor and smug face.)
Saturn: (Flexing his biceps) Whoa, talk about a major slump zone, right? This place looks like a dumpster exploded.
Belphegor: (Startled, sits up slowly) What the… who are you? How'd you get in here?
Saturn: Name's Saturn, virtue of diligence, representin' for the winning team. And you must be the legendarily lazy Belphegor, am I right?
Belphegor: (Scoffs) "Legendarily lazy"? Is that supposed to be an insult? It's more of a lifestyle, thank you very much.
Saturn: A lifestyle? More like a sloth-style! Seriously, look at this mess! (He gestures dramatically around the room.) Those cushions look flatter than my grandma's baking sheets. And what's with all the garbage? Did a pack of wild dogs have a food fight in here?
Belphegor: (Picks a stray chip off her robe and pops it in her mouth) Hey, it's comfortable chaos. Besides, why do you care? You're from… Heaven. Shouldn't you be off, like, polishing halos or something?
Saturn: Nah, man, polishing halos is for the rookies. I'm on a special mission from the Big Guy upstairs. He sent me down here to see if all the rumors about you were true. And let me tell you, they don't even come CLOSE to how bad it is. You are a walking, talking, couch-potato catastrophe!
(Saturn circles her, his smile never faltering.)
Belphegor: (A low growl starts to rumble in her chest) Okay, that's enough. I do not appreciate being scrutinized by some… glorified gym teacher.
Saturn: (Laughs) Gym teacher? Oh, that's gold! I'm more of a coach, a motivational powerhouse – that's right, I'm here to motivate you! See, all this… (He kicks a pile of empty boxes) ...stuff is just holding you back. You got potential, Belph. You just need to, like, apply yourself. You're wasting it all here!
Belphegor: Apply myself? To what? More laying down? You're funny. I'm the demon of Sloth, genius. My whole point is to be lazy.
Saturn: Yeah, yeah, I get it. You're the "lazy is cool" type. But come on, there's gotta be something better than this. I mean, do you even have hobbies? Like, sports, or… or anything? I even got plenty of time to help you out!
Belphegor: (Eyes half-closed) Napping is a hobby. Eating. Daydreaming… those three are the best in my opinion.
(Saturn throws his hands up in exasperation)
Saturn: See?! That's the problem! You're doing nothing! You need to get up, get moving, get some discipline, and some...guts! Do...something!
Belphegor: (Eyes widening slightly, a hint of genuine irritation creeping in) Oh, I've got guts, alright. I've got a mountain of guts, which I will happily use to bury you under if you don't shut your… heavenly trap!
Saturn: (Raises an eyebrow) Oh, a threat? From you? Show me what you got.
(He strikes a confident pose, his golden armor gleaming.)
Belphegor: (Lets out a frustrated roar and lunges at Saturn, not really putting much effort into the attack.)
(Saturn easily dodges her clumsy attempt, barely breaking a sweat.)
Saturn: (Laughing) Come on, is that all you got? You move with the speed of a snail having a nap. You know, I've seen sloths move faster than this!
Belphegor: (Huffs and collapses back onto her cushions, defeated.) You're right...I'm weak. And sleepy...
Saturn: (Sighs) Look, I'm not gonna force you to start doing wind sprints, I'm not that guy, but you could at least try, right? Even just a little bit? One tiny thing a day?
(Saturn walks over and picks up a discarded wrapper.)
Saturn: Maybe start with this? A little clean-up action? Show me you're not completely lost to the sloth life, or I'll start telling everyone at my gym about it.
Belphegor: (Mumbles from her pillows) Fine. But only because you're so annoyingly… motivated.
(Belphegor slowly reaches out, takes the wrapper, and then promptly throws it behind a nearby couch with a huff. Saturn stares at her, bewildered. Blackout.)
