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I feel like a sloth demon would take it a step further. You'd be enticed to napping, until one day you wake up from a nap, your face is wrinkled, every one of your friends has forgotten you, you're alone with only the sloth demon. Your life has been wasted away lying in bed.
Remember that time you said you were gonna travel? You were gonna go to Japan, you said. Too late now. You're too tired, you don't have any money. All you have is the Sloth Demon.
One day, your girlfriend calls you for your third nap of the day, and little do you know, you won't be awakening from that nap.
Your funeral has no attendees, at most you're a minor headline on a social media post about mental health. Your girlfriend? Gone, gone to find her next victim. Sloth Demons may not go through as many victims as their lustful cousins, but they get every last morsel out of them.
That's the wombo combo of depression and poverty.