Sloth was drifting within the abyss.
He thought he had died, and that his soul was most likely going to descend to the depths of hell thanks to all the atrocities he had committed in his life.
However...
"[The Hanged Man]"
At the sound of that voice, and with the surge of energy that pulled him from the abyss, he found himself regaining his consciousness.
He wondered what was going on. Wasn't he meant to be dead? How could he hear, smell, or finally... see?
That's right! He was no longer dead.
"W-why am I still...?"
"Why else?" The towering figure that stood before Sloth reminded him of the humiliating fight he'd just had, and the impossibly powerful enemy he had faced.
'E-eeeek!' He squeaked in shock.
"Don't worry. This won't take long." the blonde spoke with a bright smile, almost bright enough to hide the darkness that Sloth could sense from him.
'Don't touch me! Don't... touch m-mee...'