Emma's mind reeled, trying to catch up with the sudden information dump. First: was the voice insinuating she'd sold her soul to a Demon? She looked at Bel, whose teeth were gritted. He glanced at her briefly, did she see a spark of regret there in his eyes? Second: Belial, she tried to think back to her research from when Bel first told her his name. She'd looked up every religious and mythological figure with a name that started with 'bel'. But beyond that, she remembered the name from her super religious family's forced studies. It rang a dim bell (pun not intended), but she couldn't seem to drag the information forward. Just a dull unsettled feeling of fear. She gripped the chain of the Hound tighter, but in the next instant it snapped, breaking with a reverberating snap that
