Snores, snores, and more snores. This was all that could be heard from the cracks of Beelzebubâs door tonight. The man was a heavy sleeper and an even heavier snorer. He couldnât hear anythingânot even Lucifer stomping across the hallway and angrily shoving his door open.
âBeel, get up, now.â Lucifer spoke, grabbing Beelzebubâs blanket and pulling it off of him. This almost caused the sleeping demon to fall to the floor. Goodness, he probably wouldnât have even woken up if that had happened.
âMmhmâŚwuhâŚâ Beelzebub mumbled, his eyes closed. Luciferâs face grew red. He was hungry, upset, and tired. Not a good combination. Beelzebub had eaten Luciferâs midnight snack that heâd set aside for tonight. When the demon shuffled around the fridge and found this out, he could hardly control himself.
Lucifer pounced on top of Beelzebub, grabbing his sides and ribs. He squished them vigorously with his fingers, trying to get his rage out in the most harmless way he knew how. Tickling.
âWuh..hey, wait, stahap! Lucifer, stohOHoHOHop!â Beelzebub shouted, flailing his arms around. He was confused and sleepy, with no idea what was going on. He just assumed that his brother wanted to have a tickle fightâŚat midnight.Â
âYou hungry idiot!â Lucifer growled, clawing up and down Beelzebubâs ribcage. The Avatar of Gluttony couldnât take it! He laid his head back and screamed with laughter, kicking his feet back and forth.
Luciferâs fingers swiftly crawled side to side, up and down, pinching at every bone on Beelzebubâs ribcage that they could find.
âPuhuhuleahease, why-ahaHAHahOHOho!â Beelzebub laughed, trying to contain a tear that was soon to drop down his cheek.
Lucifer drilled his thumbs into the center of his brotherâs armpits, driving him mad. Beelzebub began to shake with giggles and laughter, shouting at the top of his lungs for Lucifer to âGoho ahawayâ.
After a few minutes of Lucifer circling his thumbs into Beelzebubâs pits, Mammon woke up and walked into the room. What a sight to see⌠Mammon was confused and tired, just like both of the brothers engaging in the tickle fight of sorts.
âWhat the hell is going on here?â He asked, causing Lucifer to stop tickling his brother for a few moments.
âGo back to sleep!â Lucifer shooâd Mammon away, trying to resume his punishment against Beelzebub.
âYouâre keeping everyone up! Be quiet, both of you!â Mammon, who was very grumpy, shouted. Lucifer chuckled. He sounded like a mad scientist.
The eldest brother released Beelzebub and began walking toward Mammon, an unrecognizable look on his face. He was about to wreck anyone in his sight for as long as he couldâŚand Mammon was his next target.
Luckily, Mammon had enough sense to run off before Lucifer could grab him. The night would end with Beelzebub having his feet tickled for what seemed like hours, then him buying Lucifer a weekâs worth of midnight snacks.
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