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How much time had passed? One day, one week, one month? A year? <br/>
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And he found himself constantly alone, laid out on the same leather couch, his eyes fluttering to the front door, expecting for Judas to come bouncing through it, to save him from this deafening silence, from the mundane afterlife, from his depression. He wanted out from this silence, out of the sinking sensation that this had to be his own personal Hell-- where in life, there was the glimmer of hope, that knowing every case he worked and it wasn't Judas' body found dead, gave him a little light at the end of the tunnel, everything would work out. <br/>
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But here, there was nothing. No hope. No kids. No Family. No Pack. Just himself in a replica of his large suburban home. Was this supposed to be Heaven? His heaven? Where was this supposed Peace? <br/>
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Dominic knew exactly what had taken place, he didn't need for someone to give him an understanding-- Judas wouldn't be coming. He would never walk through that door, he'd never see him ever again. And with it the remaining hope he held on to for all of those years. Maybe it should have been relief. That finally, this torture was over but Judas had been more than just some dude he was hung up on-- He was his <i>Mate</i>. Someone he promised Forever to. <br/>
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Without Judas Jones, Dominic Black was <i>nothing</i>. <br/>
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A voice echoed, <i>"You are in heaven, no longer burden by that life-- yet you find no relief." </i>Dominic rolled over, threw his arms over his eyes, "It's <i>my Burden</i> to bare. A promise, is a Promise." He shifted on the leather couch, trying hard to find a comfortable spot. "I realized, the concept that my way or the highway was exactly how Judas felt. He couldn't release control anymore than I could-- for vastly different reasons. I could have laid the badge down, resigned from my job." Lifting his arm from over his eyes, he glared upward into the white ceiling, "I was so focused on everythin' goin' as I deemed it should, I failed to see the bigger picture."<br/>
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He rolled on to his side, stared at the blank empty fireplace, "Happiness. But I was so certain I was doin' the right thing. It wasn't ever about the right thing, it was about I couldn't give Judas that kind of control." His body rolled again, staring at the back of the couch, "I didn't trust him." <br/>
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<i>"He gave you ample reason to not trust him." </i><br/>
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"Did he?" Dominic questioned. "He gave me the one thing I thought I would never have bein' an openly gay man-- Kids. The Job of bein' 'Dad', the Title of 'Dad'...Those years with Thomas and Daniel were the best years, and the greatest job of my life." Dominic never could find that perfect comfortable spot and sat up. "He lied about a lot of things. But he ain't never lied about how he saw me. Or if he trusted me." <br/>
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<i>"Do you believe he loved you?"</i><br/>
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"I do now, or why hang on to me for all of those years? He ain't kill me because he didn't trust me..." Dominic left that to hang in the air, "He killed me because he thought I was takin' my love away from him. Givin' it to someone else... Jealous Love." Dominic ran his fingers through his hair, "The most honest form of love."<br/>
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<i>"And if you had that which you most desire?"</i><br/>
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"I wouldn't fuck it up again." The world around him started to crumble, dissolve into atomic pebbles that made up the very fabric of time and space as he floated through the celestial stars. They shifted, moved until they bore the face of the Creator--<i>"And I shall give it."</i> Dominic went from floating to falling, the mass of his body picking up speed until he was a boiling hot comet being hurled back into the Earth's Atmosphere. <br/>
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The pain only lasted for a short period of time-- his skin, his muscle, his very bone were burned until he was no longer recognizable. His mass was plummeted into the fabled Lake of Fire. His consciousness wiped, the wolf reforged in damnation, in Lucifer's fires until he slid from the boiling lava still seeking, still looking, still feeling his Earthly connection. But without a face, without a name.<br/>
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