Bel crept through the underworld, hands tight on his sword. He saw the Source standing with his back to him, arms upraised, chanting in Latin. Bel brought the sword back and prepared to strike ( Read more... )

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After this:

You're here. Trapped inside. You can't get out.

The human soul is the weak one, not me.

You're trapped here. You're the weak one.

I'm a killer. He is a killer. He can't fight me for long.

He can. He will. And his friends will help him.Bel awoke with a cry as he threw the fireball at Isabel. The trooper on guard shone a light into ( Read more... )

( You've got a visitor.... )

So his first 24 hours in jail hadn't been too bad. He'd gotten visits from five cute girls (even if one of them was responsible for leaving him unable to free himself from the cell) and one cat. Everybody seemed to believe he wasn't guilty and promised to help prove it and find who was setting him up ( Read more... )

Lying in his prison cell on the uncomfortable matress, covered with a thin scratchy blanket, Bel tossed and turned in uneasy sleep. And he dreamed.

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Tuesday, Feb 21I was lying in bed with someone curled behind me. It must've been Phoebe because it was a familiar presence, but I didn't see her face. It was a top bunk with a red curtain around it. I got the feeling that someone was outside so I pulled the curtain open a little. There was a dark figure standing by the bed. I tried to call out ( Read more... )

Lying restrained and sedated in the clinic, ( Belthazor dreamed. )