The Dream Coffin split apart like paper. Mirrors shrieked into dust, chains uncoiled into smoke, and Belphegor's domain buckled in on itself.
The Sin of Sloth stumbled backward, his breath ragged, his lethargy drowned by panic. For the first time in eternity, Belphegor's body moved quickly, violently, as if terror alone forced his hand.
"No… No, no, no! This cannot happen! You'll devour everything! You'll unmake Hell itself!"
Taufik tilted its head, molten cracks widening across its formless body. Its layered voice rolled out like a funeral bell:
"Hell… Heaven… all your illusions of permanence. They mean nothing. I am the silence between. The hollow before creation. The hunger after the end. I am… the Defiant Void"
Belphegor roared, his voice breaking apart, more desperate than furious. "Then I'll bury you before you erase ME! … ABSOLUTE DENIAL - SLOTHFUL NIRVANA!!"
He raised both hands. No laziness, no sighing drawl... only raw fear made manifest.
