Beelzebub’s POV
I am sitting in my throne room regaining my energy. Scowling as I fumed. Weeks have passed since I first felt the pulse of power coming from one of Satan’s brats that manage to survive. I still didn’t know where that dam pack it.
I don’t have a lot of time for this. I want their powers. There was a knock on the door. “What?” I snarled. My minions knew that when I was thinking in my throne room that I didn’t want to be disturbed.
The door opened and a naga like demon, I forget his name. He slithers in and bows his head. “What do you want?” I glared at him. “There is someone here that says he knows where that pack is.” He said. I furrowed my brows. “Let them in.” I ordered. The naga bowed again and then slithered away in haste.
A few minutes later, the naga returns with a
