Lord Beelzebub

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Beelzebub had finished his drink as Loki just passed out. He nearly slid off the chair and under the table. He eventually just tosses Loki over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and walks home.

Laying Loki on the lounge chair he heads to the nearby building. He has a few things to make in the forge. The pounding of hammer on metal probably wasn't going to be the best for the drunk god when he woke up. However, Beelzebub didn't think about this because he doesn't get hangovers.

Anyone looking for Beelzebub wouldn't have trouble finding him. He was becoming known in the Nexus, especially in the dive bars and local pubs where his presence meant the place might make a fortune from running out of booze, even if the cost was a bar fight or some other rowdy happenings before the night was through. Over turned police cars, spontaneous parties, and things even more debaucherous when his brother were around, were the hallmark of his presence.

It was still early in the night. Beelzebub was in one of his favorite dives because it tended to have patrons interested in light hearted drinking games and occasional gambling. This place also had a wide variety of hard liquors; local and from around the multiverse, which made it all the more appealing. Never too loud with music or blinding with lights it was on the dingy side which suited him just as well.

He had found himself in a corner high table, pretty much his table in this place up on a bar stool which was the only practical bar seating for an angel with huge wings. He's beneath a pale yellow light. A pitcher and small ceramic cup on the table where he sat reading, of all things. He was deeply involved in a celestial text, stolen from heaven, about warding systems for purification and not paying much attention to his surroundings.

It was a week since Lucifer had dragged him out for a two day wine binge while looking for the perfect valentine's dinner wine. Not that Beelzebub disliked drinking with his brother. In fact, it had been way too long since he spent quality down time with his brother and king. Of course he had endured unending taunting about Galahad but he dished it back in equal measure.

The aftermath of all that fun was a semi-tailspin as Beelzebub wondered what to do for this new and mysterious holiday. Ok, it wasn't mysterious. It made perfect sense but what to do for it had ate at his brain for days. Finally, he had an epiphany. It had taken some manuvering and involving Astaroth to talk the people involved in circles until they agreed to push things thorough.

That had been three days ago. Now, it was early morning. Galahad, as usual for several times a week, had gone to the market leaving the angel to read and take care of thier animals. This was routine. The rest of the day, was going to be completely different.