There was a loud rumbling noise in the heavens that woke many from their slumber.
Where is he? Where is he?
Michael's eyes were bloodshot red when looking at the fake Loki in bondage.
'Dammit you, Trickster, don't let me catch you, or else…'
Ahh!
Michael aced a hand on his chest, feeling he might get a heavenly heart attack from all the shock and the worry.
Loki, Lucifer—-
"I knew it… I know it… those two are definitely planning something!"
At this point, even Raphael agreed that something was wrong.
But what?
"I have to search for him, my twin, Lucifer!"
Yes, only in that way, can he find the truth.
…
And just like that, a spark of turmoil flooded the heavenly realm.
But while Michael was busy rummaging for his brother's location, Lucifer on the other hand, had finally reached the end of his journey to Tartacle – The abyss's lower plains.
