Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

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. Just look at the 2 years of time they wasted flying about the many worlds? That time would have been used to prepare deeply and do other last minute finish-ups. Belphegor and Asmodeus also thinned their lips, knowing the importance of the Bony Finger, that bastard stole. But the one who was angriest the most, was Beelzebub who had it stolen from his grasp, right underneath his very eyes. Dammit, wasn't it stolen from one of his top subordinates? In the end, it was lost from his end, and this didn't sit well with his profile insides. Looking at trembling niece and nephews, Beelzebub slowly lowered his back and his face to their level, with his hands in his pockets and his legs still upright. "Pray… that my bony finger is intact." Because it isn't? Heh… Beelzebub didn't need to complete his threat for them to understand. But so what? No matter how it seemed, it was they who had the upper hand now. That was because they had information on something their dear uglies could die for! The flavor of blood was alive on Mammon's tongue. He licked his lips, maintaining eye contact with Beelzebub. "Uncle, if I were you, I'd take a chill pill and listen to what the younger generation has to say." In other words: Calm your f**king aura down and drop the attitude! "Is that an order, Nephew?" Belphegor's playful words were lace with danger. But before he could say anything more, Beelzebub's shoulders had already begun trembling. Heh-heh-BHA-hahahhahaha~

Can you feel it? Can you feel the anger in the anger that was strangling and choking the kneeling trio to death? Beelzebub was unhinged. Tired… he was too tired for all this nonsense!

"How f**king dare you threaten me?...Lucifer, Belphegor, Asmodeus, how many people does it take to pass on a message?" "Just one." Asmodeus replied, enjoying the now terrified expression on the kneeling trio's faces. "Hold on, you can't kill any of us!" Kathian spoke hurriedly. "The Trickster visited each and everyone of us!"

Fortunately he spoke quickly, or else Beelzebub would have already turned 2 among them into dust. Do you bloody see how pissed he was right now? For the past 2 years, he has had no rest whatsoever. That blasted Trickster had sent him flying about to retrieve the items he needed. He was able to retrieve 3, but the last one, the bony finger, had sent him on countless wild Goose chases that left him bleeding from his eyeballs. The corners and creases around Beelzebub's eyes all had veins, greenish, reddish and bluish veins that seized around them. "You can't kill any of us, uncle… The Trickster gave each of us pieces of the puzzle to find what you're looking for – Your Bony Finger." Beelzebub stopped dead in his tracks, his attack slowly diminishing, as well as his heavy aura. Soon, the atmosphere around them had returned to how it was originally. No threats, no choking feeling, just silence. Beelzebub's eyes had already returned to normal, with his hands slowly running through his luscious hair. "Nephews… Niece… forgive your uncle of his rudeness. How about we stop this current battle and talk a bit more?" "Sure, uncles." The trio agreed, doping the blood stains and trains dripping from the corners of their lips. As they rose to their feet, they had just one thought in mind: 'The Trickster was right. There's so much we don't know about their strengths.' And there they were, thinking they had finally managed to catch up to them all the years, centuries and millenniums. How naive they were to believe they could actually take on their uncles head on. Fortunately, the Trickster gave them a way to survive..

A way to prolong their existence and buy themselves enough time for themselves. With a flick of his wrist, Beelzebub made bugs float out from underneath the rotting surface, creating chairs for everyone to sit on. It was disgusting and terrifying to think of, but what can anyone say? The group of 7 Princes sat down cordially for the first time in millions of years. Who would foresee such a thing ever happening, especially with the current war still going on several miles and congenital distance away from them? Make no mistake, the Abyss's land space was like a collection of several planets joined and spread together. Beelzebub crushed one of the bugs swimming in his mouth, a way to calm his angered nerves. "Alright Nephews, niece, let's talk." His Bony Finger? Where is it? … 64 minutes later, Mammon, Maddah and Kathian, the 3 princes, left enemy territory. Their front bodies looked elegant, but their backs were still drenched in sweat. "Thankfully, we followed Loki's advice." "Yes… I didn't even know there was such a thing called the Abyss's path of Destruction." "Indeed, there's still much we don't know, even after millenniums have gone by." Thanks to the oath they had the 4 ancient princes take in exchange for information, it guaranteed their survival for the next 900,000 years. The trio left the scene, feeling utterly defeated. However, who is to say who will get the last laugh in the end?

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