❝If you return to your old world, we will follow you, and we will destroy everything you love. This is your home now.❞
Percy's world didn't teach her about how obsessive a god's love would be. But when she was accidentally transported to this crazy...
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LOKI AGGRESSIVELY JABBED A BLUE colored pin into the life-sized doll's skull, only for the porcelain eyeball to pop off. He grumbled under his breath and jammed it back into the socket before taking another pin and stabbing it into a different area of the skull.
"Not here..."
Jab.
"Not here either..."
Jab.
"Also not here..."
After several minutes of muttering angrily to himself and jabbing pins all over the doll's body, Loki stepped back to admire his work: the lifeless replica of Percy Jackson stood at 5'10", long waves of dark hair threaded into the 'skull', perfectly painted tan skin and glassy sea-green eyes, and nearly a hundred pins stabbed into every piece of skin Loki managed to touch.
All those spots... and yet none were the one he was looking for: her mortal spot. The only spot in her invulnerable body where one strike was all that was needed to take her down.
"This is a whole new low, even for you, Loki," a familiar monotonous voice drawled.
Loki snapped a pin in half and whirled around. Beelzebub stood at the center of his secret room, his presence undetectable thanks to the cloak he now donned.
"A doll? Seriously? Have you no other hobbies?"
Loki flicked a pin at his face but it redirected itself around Beelzebub and hit the far wall instead.
"Why are you still here?" Loki raised a brow. "The sleepover is over. If you're hoping for free breakfast, perhaps you can try finding scraps in the trash."
Rather than responding to his insult, Beelzebub took the time to look at the life-sized Percy doll in front of them. Everything about it, from the dull orbs staring back at him to the amount of pins tacked onto parts of the body, made his metaphorical hackles rise—and he wasn't even the one in danger.
"Why are you so hellbent on killing her?" He asked.
"Easy. She wronged me," Loki answered with a simple shrug. "She attacked me and humiliated me in front of my uncle and my cousin. Did you seriously think I was gonna let that go?"
Beelzebub narrowed his eyes. "...You're lying."
"Huh?!"
"You're lying," he repeated. "You may be the god of deceit, but I'm the Father of Lies*. You're not the only one who rules over that domain. You're lying and you don't even realize it."
Loki's face twitched into hideous anger. "I am NOT!" He shrieked, stomping his foot like a child having a temper tantrum.
Beelzeub's lips curled up into a smirk. "How pathetic. You're like a child unable to understand his own feelings."
