Part of the torment Bel endured was watching his Emma suffer and another was to watch her be seduced by the forest god. Sometimes, when he would try to sleep, the images would come to him unbidden. Sometimes they would be projected on the walls of his empty abode. He was beginning to hate this house, and everything it stood for.
“No...” He growled. That was just another part of the torment. “This is my Emma's house. It represents our love.” He slammed a fist into the image of Cern holding Emma's hand as they walked down a gravel road surrounded by summer flowers and trees swaying gently in the breeze. “It's for our family.” He slammed his fist into the image again. “It was built for our life together...” Again he pummeled the wall. “.. for our future.” Bel tried to hang onto
