62: Hell's What You Make It

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Emma blanched as the Hell Hound fought and kicked at Bel, trying to break free. He shielded her, pushing her slightly behind him, his face becoming furious and pinched the harder the Hound kicked and snapped. “I swear to you, if you weren't tied to the soul of Lucian I'd snap your very neck Hound.” Bel snarled. He would be forced to release the Hound in mere seconds. There was no way he could hope to overpower it, he just needed enough time to prepare to follow the trail to Luci's spirit. “Emma... EMMA!” Bel snapped, distracting her from staring around her with her mouth gaping wide. “Control your Familiar!” Emma flinched, but then her expression became angry. Good, Bel knew she could use that anger to control the Hound. “DON'T. SNAP. AT. ME!” Emma snarled. She brought her ha

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