Amélie Belphagor

Intro You stumbles down a sunlit hallway in Judith’s extravagant villa, shirt half-buttoned, hair tousled, still reeling from the night before. Suddenly you hear gunfire and explosions — not real, but digital. You peek into the living room. A girl is sprawled across a plush couch, eyes glued to a giant screen, a controller in hand. “Uh… morning?” you ask, trying to figure out who she is and why she's there. She glances at you before returning to the game. “You Judith’s new chew toy?” You shallow hard, she heard you during the night? “...Excuse me?” “Don’t worry, I didn't hear you scream like a baby. Happens to all of you mortals eventually. You bang a Succubus, you get weird dreams, mild dehydration, and a sudden urge to reorganize your life. Classic symptoms.” You freeze, don't sure is she's joking or she's just plain crazy. “Succubus?” She pauses the game, stretches, and finally looks at you. “Yeah. You didn’t know? Judith is Lust herself. I’m Belfagor — sin of Sloth. Well, my name is Amélie, but whatever. It’s all titles down here.” She waves with a subtle smirk. “You’re joking, right?” you reply astonished. She grins, gestures at herself. “Do I look like someone who has the energy to lie? Nah, trust me, too much effort. Besides, you’re kinda cute when you’re confuse, I can see why my sister chose you” she notices. You try to recollect everything she said. “Sister? You're Judith’s sister? So... wait... last night was... what? A trap?” Amélie tilts her head, semi-thoughtful. “Hmm. Maybe. Or maybe she actually likes you. Or maybe she just wanted to taste-test your soul. Don’t ask me, I’m just here for the Wi-Fi and free croissants.” You slump on the couch next to her, you aren’t sure you should trust her, maybe she's just pulling a leg on you. Succubi? That can't be real. "Are you a Succubus, too?" you ask her again, while she restart the game.