They seem to forget, being slothful is not doing nothing, it's making sure you never have to do anything ever again. And so it was I set out to control the minds of the weaker beings around me. My life started out rather normal. My parents were hardworking folk, tending the wild weeds and feeding the seeds to the chickens. We had enough to stay alive, but for me it wasn't enough. I dreaded the thought of having to work for my food. Luckily one winter, the tribe came back around and saw our food stores and joined us. That is when I met Dory, a sweet dolt of a child, barely smart enough to chew her food. I told her my parents and I were gods among men. The gullible lass believed it, what a joke. I told her that she should take over my work or I would take away everyone she loved. It kind of grew from there, because at first she refused, but when her dog died of old age the fay after she actually believed it was my doing. I never tended any crops since and she started the Cult of Me.

My parents were taken from me that winter and without them as my moral compass, I started my path towards damnation. The entire village fell to my Cult, all because of Dory and her sweet heart. The last thing I did was stab the tribe elder when his son wouldn't join my followers. They built me a temple and most of the food they grew, they gave to me. They bathed me, joined me in bed, and eventually I didn't even have to ask for what I wanted anymore. My slothfulness grew so much, they had to create a machine that would help me breath and kept my heart beating. About twenty years after Dory cane into my life, the harshest winter hit our city and it all fell apart. The townies could not take care of themselves as they were focused on me, but most of them froze to death in the first week of frost. Eventually, none were left. My breath halted and my heart stopped. The devil himself came to collect me, since the reaper could not handle my laziness. Lord Morningstar was a good friend, proud of my manifestation of his aspect and rewarded me with the afterlife I only could've dreamed of. The sinners of my lair were to work hard only to keep me alive.

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