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Not again... This can’t be happening again. He was about to lose everything he cared about because of some damn demon who used him like a puppet. He thought he was playing his cards right, doing everything to avoid cipher, letting his antics just affect him and only him. The moment Ford found out about everything, well... Things only went downhill. He struggled against the binds that held him to the floor.
When Bill mentioned his “buddy” the wheels began to turn in his head. He used not only him, but the bond he shared with one of the most powerful demons in his own dimension. Tears began to well up in his eyes. It was his fault that Ford was like this. If he had just done something sooner, then things would be like this. He pulled against the chains again, feeling helpless. He was going to watch everything crumble around him again.
No. He was not going to let this happen again. Not again.
Rage overtook his misery, his fears, his hopelessness. That triangle was going to get it. Hex wasn’t just another human he could toy with. He was a master magician, and Bill was going to learn the hard way that he wasn’t to be trifled with. Especially when it comes to his friends and family.
The library itself began to shake, and rattle, books falling off the shelves as it felt almost as if there was a small earthquake beginning to tear through the library itself. Hex screeched bloody murder as his chains lit up in a red fire, his eyes glowing a bright red. Damn Bill, Damn The Old One. Damn them all. He was going to save Ford, take back his library, and there was nothing. This triangle was going to do about it. He yanked at his flaming chains, them creaking and cracking under the magical strength that was Hex, one of the links snapped, but the other still hanging on.