The bony finger…
Beelzebub's body vibrated endlessly.
Among the things he went on searching for, the one thing he wasn't able to recover was this single bony finger… a key component in their battle against the heavens.
That blasted Trickster, had stolen it from him, and was hiding it somewhere, beyond his reach.
Beelzebub swore with every fiber in his being that one day, he would have that Trickster's head on a platter and dance around a fireplace in celebration.
If not that they needed someone in the Heavenly realm on their side to steal and bring them some universal items, they would have long punched that bastard at least once.
"Loki… Loki… Loki…" Lucifer spoke rhythmically. "The more I say his name, the heavier my foul blood stirs."
Really and truly, Loki was just a menace.
They were here busy preparing for war, and he was f**king around with them, making everything 50 times harder than it should.