Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I steadied my legs and pushed back the punch of his power. Lucifer hissed in displeasure and increased his archangel power. I clenched my teeth as I resisted the tsunami-like weight of it. “Give up and beg for forgiveness, son, and I might let you live,” Lucifer promised, but I caught a trace of fear in his dark green eyes.
Why is it that when Loki was battling the three by himself he was winning. Now one on one with Lucifer and he’s struggling?
