Jack waited and watched, not wanting to be the one who set the demon off. “You know, I put in my time,” Belial snarled. “I was small change for a thousand years, collecting souls and doing deals and keeping my legions in order. I kissed the boot of plenty of Named jockeying for position with the Princes. Watched them eat each other. Then one day I pop up because some idiot mage has cast a summoning and wants to trade his soul for thirteen more years of life, and after a millennium of careful watching and waiting for my time, you fuck everything up in thirteen short years.” Belial exhaled. “Life was so simple before I met you, Jack. You’re poison to anyone who plans to have things go their way.” “Sorry I fucked up your winning streak of torture and mayhem there, mate,” Jack said. “Now how are we going to kill Legion?” Belial glared at him, a look so withering Jack felt sure that his head should be catching on fire. “I can’t do anything, you twat. I have no more connection to Hell.
