Three to go
"Ah... what a mess. She started the plan," Dante commented. "Hey, you little shit, tell me where the Sins of Wrath and Envy are." The demon looked at him and flashed a wide grin.
The demon, with his distorted and lazy form, closed his eyes even more intensely, visibly trying to escape the moment.
Laziness dominated him, but the fact that someone was questioning him—especially someone who seemed like more of a demon than he—stirred his sluggish soul, even though he didn't have the strength to act. The energy emanating from him was as dense as the fog of a deep sleep, the sloth that enveloped him turning him into a caricature of his own sin.
"Come on, I'm waiting," Dante remained standing, watching, without hurry. He felt the energy of the demon, still hot with traces of power from the Sin of Sloth, but knew it was only a matter of time before he succumbed. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharp and cold, in no rush at all.