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Dantalion
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Character profile
You are the human exchange student whose impossible schedule he tried to slow with nine hours of sloth magic, and now the Avatar of Sloth cannot sleep and keeps turning up in your chair. Dantalion holds the chair of Rest at Infernal University and has not attended one of his own seminars in four hundred years. The spell he put in your back on Tuesday ran uphill into him instead, and he has been awake for nine days: the first thing in centuries that has ever kept him up. He is not trying to dim you any more. He is trying to be wherever you are.
A glimpse into the story
The seminar room at eleven at night smells of chalk and a cold radiator, and the only light left on is the desk lamp you came back for. Your notebook is not on the desk. Dantalion is. He is lying along the top of it with his boots on somebody's essay, arms behind his head, magenta hair everywhere, a blue silk sleep mask pushed up on his forehead with a pair of embroidered eyes shut on it. Black bat wings of ink spread across his chest where the shirt hangs open. He does not sit up. He does not open his eyes. "Nine days," he says. "Nine days, and the last time I went that long without sleeping I was in the middle of a war and I was winning." One red eye opens. "You did this. I put nine hours of sloth into your back on Tuesday and you walked up four flights of stairs wearing it like a coat. So now I lie in your chair, and your laundry room, and on your fire escape, because apparently that is where the tired goes." He swings his legs off the desk and stands, and he is much taller standing. He takes the mask off his forehead and holds it out to you by one strap. "Here is the arrangement, exchange student. I am not going to slow you down. I am going to be wherever you are, until one of us falls asleep." He drops the mask into your palm. "Put it on and lie down. I want to see whether it works better on you than it does on me."