Bel reminded himself that he'd done this for Emma and Luci. Traded himself. There must be balance. Soul for soul. He scoffed. Not that the Hell Hound even had a soul before he'd brought it back from Purgatory. Bel slammed a fist against the empty expanse of wall. This, this wall, this house was the cruelest trick of all. Silent as a tomb. Empty, devoid of life. Inescapable in his current state. An exact replica of the house he'd built for Emma and their children to live out their existence in until the end of time. Only no children's laughter echoed in the corridors here. There was no one to run and play. No Emma to wait for him in her room. No garden outside the blank and boarded up windows. He slammed his fist into the wall again, cursing as cruel laughter rang through th
