Prince Loki Morningstar was having a difficult day. Within the span of a few hours, the entire spy network he commanded had been assassinated by the souls of damned Iron Knights. Loki knew that such a string of attacks couldn't have been random. It had to be coordinated by somebody. Loki couldn't wait to figure out who was responsible... and pelt them with stink bombs. He felt his sizable baby bump as he wondered who had killed all of his spies. He knew that Nergal sometimes complained that a spy network was redundant when Hell already had a secret police, but it was unlikely that the lord would commit treason over a mere annoyance.
It had to be one of the nastier angels, Loki thought. Someone like Kushiel or Semyaza. Those losers were always up to something, and they weren't shy about going behind God's back. Loki would have to look into their activities... which would be a lot more difficult now that his spies were dead.
Maybe she should just focus on his family for now. He and his husband Svadilfari were expecting their eighth child. The others were his sons Fenrir, Narfi, Vali, Jormungand, and his daughters Hel (Loki considered that name hilarious for a demon), Sigyn, and Angerboda. Loki looked at his own reflection in a window, wondering if the baby would look like him. Loki was a red-skinned demon with horse hooves, the ears and tail of a horse, the tongue and fangs of a serpent, the horns of a goat, hair made from flames, and insectoid wings. Narfi and Sigyn certainly took after him in looks. Of course, Fenrir looked a lot like his Uncle Enoch...
Loki was jolted out of his domestic thoughts when a portal opened to reveal Heka and Qesem, two of Lucifer's court magicians. Loki was startled when they roughly grabbed him and chained him up before dragging him through the portal.
Loki found himself in a cave surrounded by damned Iron Knight souls. Heka and Qesem stripped him naked and bound him to an altar of black stone. Loki trembled when recognized that substance of the altar. He was no stranger to magic and knew tt was Chaos material. "Where are we?!" he choked out.
"We're in Kashaf Mountains in the Second Circle," said Heka, her barbed tail swishing excitedly. "Magic is strong here."
"The Kashaf Mountains?!" Loki gasped. "But that's in the middle of the Sihr Desert! The nearest settlement is 1,200 miles from here!"
"That's right," Qesem cackled as he stroked his beard of tentacles. "Nobody's finding you for a long time. Maybe not for years!"
"Let's get on with the ritual, Qesem," Heka said.
The two magicians drew eldritch hieroglyphs in the sand around the altar while the damned souls chanted in dark languages from before the time of humanity. Qesem then drew a knife made from the same foul materal as the altar. With a fiendish grin, he sliced open Loki's womb and pulled out the baby.
"WHAT IN THE UNHOLY NAME OF DARKNESS ARE YOU DOING??!!!" Loki begged, tears pouring down his cheeks. "NO!!! NO, PLEASE STOP, YOU BASTARDS!!!"
Loki could only watch as Heka hacked the baby to pieces in front of the altar, chanting the names of Chaos entities from that Loki recognized from his father's old war stories. Black tendrils burst forth from the ground and devoured the mangled corpse of Loki's unborn child. Loki shuddered as the very air vibrated with unholy power.
"What did you monsters just fucking do?!" Loki gasped.
"What needed to be done," Qesem said cryptically.
"Who do you work for?!" Loki glared.
"You do not need to know, trickster prince," Heka giggled as she magically healed Loki's belly wound. "Just try to relax your mind. You will be the first of many powerful servants. The master will be pleasantly surprised, I think."
Loki felt his memories go fuzzy as Qesem cast spells on him to change his face. Soon, he forgot his own name. As he tried to remember, the Chaos entity entered his body and stole it. Prince Loki Morningstar was now an amnesiac prisoner in his own body, a thrall of Chaos.