Title: Even Heaven Has Its Hell…
Author: Phentalon Took
Email: rocket_launcher_rabbit2000@yahoo.co.uk
Pairing: Dom/Elijah, with implied Dom/Billy and Dom/Viggo
Genre: AU (alternative universe)
Warning: Character death, violence and possible religious offence, but to be totally honest I 
don’t care!
Rating: R for language and violence
Summary: Dom’s life ends, love doesn’t. Dom becomes the charge of Elijah, a beautiful 
angel, who must get him through several tests of his soul. Then, just to make it harder, you 
throw in a jealous incubus (demon). The character of Billy the Incubus does not belong to me, 
it belongs to venenatus. Venustas, and his original story can be found here: 
www.libraryofmoria.com/rps/billydominic/incubus.txt It’s excellent, and although this plot isn’t 
vital to mine, I suggest you read it, it’s very very good!
Feedback: Yes please!

 

“And it’s not a cry that you hear at night,
It’s not someone who’s seen the light,
It’s a cold and broken hallelujah.”
-Hallelujah-
~K.T. Lang~

~*~

Unfathomable dark shapes and hidden beams of light were swirling deep in Viggo’s 
troubled and sleeping mind. So tranfixed by these was his subconscious that it took 
several mintues for the high-pitched sound to penetrate and stir him. Blinking the 
images away, his mind slogged into gear. Bright lights. A piercing sound. Lowering 
his head from the glare, he saw white sheet and his arms crossed on it. Then 
everything clicked much too fast. 

The fire alarm, ‘this is not a drill’, the panicked children, speedy register, ‘Where’s 
Jack?’, running across the field, my voice ‘Dom! Come back!,’ boys and girls, ‘Mr 
Monaghan he’s not here today!’, he’s too far away, firetrucks, red and loud and 
yellow outfits, spraying water, tears and I try with empty comforts, stretcher, covered 
with white, panic, ‘He’s not dead, but we didn’t want to upset the children.’, in 
ambulence, UV and air mask, sheet comes down, red bleeding, black burns, barely 
breathing, can’t look anymore, white walls, shouts for doctors.

That was a week ago. He hadn’t been back to work since, although they’d been 
relocated to another school while theirs was repaired. He knew how it would be, 
they’d have assemblies about it and prayers, Dom would play on everyone’s minds 
and people would keep telling him rubbish like ‘keep your chin up.’ The many cards 
from his classes and flowers from the staff had been sweet but he could either work or 
worry, both did not fit for him. So he worried. Then the noise finally fell into place. 
The moniter was flat, the steady spiking absent. A young nurse took him quickly by 
the arm and led him out while doctors flocked around him. By the time he was out of 
the door, he had processed it, the fog had lifted and the burning reality broke through. 
Everything was gone and he waited for the world to simply fall from the sky and 
shatter somewhere beyond our understanding. He took no notice when he collapsed 
against the wall, did not think it strange that no tears came. There was not enough 
tears, enough anything for this. 

~*~

“Run, Dominic.” Something broke into his head, something sweetly deadly and 
somehow not there at all. But it comanded obedience and obey he did, no movement 
necassery. There was no ‘Oh my God I’m dead oh God no this can’t be happening!’ 
Indeed, the thought that that was what he would assumed he would think never even 
occoured to him. There was no sadness, no emotion to speak of. He just was. He was 
a nothingness being in a sea of nothingness. His mind was detached, logic 
evapourated in a warm ignorence. His unfelt movement cleared a black and tendrilled 
fog that clung to him and he was rushing, falling faster than was ever possible in any 
plane of worlds. Yet, he still did not move, nor feel a wind. The light came from 
nowhere yet all the colours that are gleamed down in the swirling tableau of his 
surrounding. Then, he was no longer alone. A hand touched his face, soft and warm. 
A breath washed over him and feathers brushed his bare chest. Streaching out his 
hand, he met soft flesh. 

“I don’t understand.” Somehow this message was passed and understood, in no 
tongue or accent. 

“I know.” Came the reply, not a voice, but words nonetheless. And beautiful words, in 
an ethreal tone far surpassing his own rough grate of thoughts. “You will. What do 
you call this? Heaven? Hell? The afterlife?” 

“No. I’m not anywhere, am I? I know I’m dead, but…” He felt the same hand slip into 
his, reassuring and kind. “Are you an angel?” 

“Not every myth and belief sprang from nothing. They have come and some have 
returned to that other place. That is how they know of us. But not all remember the 
same.” Dom hung on the beings every breath. “Just as the place from whence you 
came was made, so here was made. But there is no phrase enough for the length of 
time we have existed.”

“We?” Dom saw the being in full for the first time; naked, pale and slight, almost 
blending into the spot where he…stood, floated, drowned? To describe him made him 
sound quite human but the eyes gleamed impossibly bright, dancing with blue fire and 
melting ice, moving though he was still. Also his hair, black and glossy, stood from 
the backround. 

“Call us angels if you wish. We are entities, devised to guide you into the next world. 
To guide you through the challenges that will weigh your star and see fit where to 
send you.”

“I have a star?” 

“You may know it as soul, or heart.” Long after the dawning that nothing he knew of 
death and religion were true (though he had always suspected it) Dom had more 
questions then he could think of. 

“So, my star is weighed? I’ve heard this before, Egyptians weighed the soul against a 
feather of truth and if you failed you were thrown to crocodiles.” Then fear settled on 
him and he gripped the palm that was still had the fingers wrapped around his. 

“I am bound not to reveal the challenges to you. Come.” He pulled on Dom’s hand 
and they were falling again.

“Do angels have names?”

“Yes. Elijah.”

“And you’ve been guiding the dead since the beginning of time?”

“Yes. But I remember nothing of each journey, nothing of each of you.” Dom felt sad 
that the angel would soon forget him, though he knew not why. 

“How did you become a guide?”

“We were created. We wrote the books of life until the passing and gave them down 
to your kind. We were the first beings of anything and will remain so for eternity.” 
Dom was saddened by this.

“You never knew life?”

“No.” The angel’s tone seemed to be sad now, as though regretful.
“Can you ask the one who created you to make you like us?”

“If inclined to do so. Few have ever chosen to go through with it. Only if a particular 
being’s star has affected them greatly.” Dom had a strange sensation. The moment a 
new truth came to him, he was compelled to say it, whether his judgement was for it 
or no. 

“I wish my star would affect you.” Could angels show surprise? Or even feel it? 
Could he? His mind seemed watered down somehow, as if he was thinking through a 
sheet of fogged glass and was unsure what was there or what he merely expected to be 
there. Looking up at Elijah, the fine dark eyebrows did seemed raised at this.

“I could have been told that an infinite number of times, but I do not believe I have. I 
was once told that some stars were made to collide, much like the ones in your world 
do, creating fire and light and turmoil. The creator does not prize us like sons, nor 
drive us like slaves. Kindness and patience are sweet traits to endure for all time. 
Memories are something that seem important to your kind. Whilst I, my kind, have 
only recollections. None are our own. I would like that, as one of you.”

“So get it!” Dom was eager, out of instinct, not choice, for Elijah to accept this and go 
with him, to wherever that was. Trials of his soul no longer concerned him as he 
watched Elijah intently for his answer. 

~*~

But before any came the forgotten fall ended abruptly and Dominic was in a forest. 
High in it, clinging to a single branch. He could not look about freely and with a slight 
jolt he realised why. This was one of the memories, for which Elijah pined to have. 
He was six years of age, and climbing a tree in the woods behind his childhood home. 
Frightened by a sparrow which had flitted too close to his head, he had slipped and 
would have broken on the ground had a passing dog-walker not run and caught him. 
But as the strands of his mind proceeded and he was allowed to scan the ground, there 
was no man. This waking dream had been altered, leaving him alone. The grip slid of 
its own accord, slipping on the rough bark and scraping the soft flesh of his fingers. 
“What do I do?” Cried his mind but the mouth did not. 

He breathed slowly, listening to it blow through his head. What had he to fear? Ho 
could not die. From the scratches on his hands it was clear he could feel pain. What if 
he did not die? What if his body simply lay, twisted and crushed, in that mess of dead 
leaves and worms forever? Forever riddled with pain. This he certainly feared, it 
choked him. He had never considered himself a courageous man as such. Granted he 
had been redeemed at the last moment but he still doubted his strength. Contradicting 
himself yet again, if he did choose to hang from the limb forever, he would never see 
the beautiful angel again. 

He let go. He was hovering by Elijah, who wore a very slight smile on his otherwise 
passive face. Looking about, he was back in his milky calm surroundings, not a leaf or 
branch in sight.

~*~

“What was that?” 

“Your first challenge. When you were a child, that experience scared you so much 
that it was imprinted forever in your mind. You were tested, to find the measure of 
courage that will have always resided in you, since then.”

Dom did not think he could take much more.
“How many are there?” Elijah simply put a slender finger to his lips and smiled. Dom 
found he could move if he wanted, and was propelled, as if by a gentle water current, 
towards the angel, and rested a head on his shoulder. He felt a hand in his hair, the 
pale blonde in violent contrast to the jet black. The terror drained out of him as he 
nuzzled his face into the pale skin.

“Why do you look like us?”

“You know the words ‘and He made us in his image’?”

“Yes.”

“He did not, He made you in our image. So actually, it is ‘why do you, look like us?’” 
He looked up. Had the angel just made a joke? Did angel’s make jokes? He grinned 
and received a slight one in return, almost as if Elijah was testing the idea of smiling 
for the first time.

“So it isn’t a sin then?” Thought’s were coming into hsibhead as they pleased and 
skipping a section somewhere, channeling right from his mouth. Or were his 
thought’s already there, out in the open for all to hear. Just them, only them there to 
hear.

“No.” Dom had never been a religious man, but it was such a widely understood fact 
that homosexuality worthy of a deep pit in Hell with your name carved into the 
brimstone. “Love will always be love, as long as the intentions are pure and feelign 
noble.”

It sounded so beautiful in Dom’s ears…

“You’re quite the poet.”

Then his poet was gone.

~*~

He was in a classroom, but this was memory, This room was red and black, smoking 
at the edges like a burning photograph. Rows of immobile, faceless boys and girls of 
around sixteen or seventeen sat at desks. He walked cautiousley amoung them. They 
each turned to him as he passed silently, fangs somehow protruding from mouth they 
didn’t have. Until he saw one, near the back. He was tanned and pretty, with red 
streaked brwon hair almost to his shoulders.

Oh God no…

Red Corbett. An American student of three years ago. Dom had taught him sixth form 
art, and had almost had him thrown out of the school. The word had just spread about 
his orientation and partnership with Mr Mortensen, everyone’s favourite English 
teacher. The occasional stare and whisper, catty scribble in toilet cubicles, those he 
had expected, but not what he had received from Red. A crush. He had walked into a 
lesson and the signs were obvious: He had blushed when his whispered an answer to 
the register, kept his head down, asking others for advice instead of him. But one day 
he was fumbling with his large A3 folder and was the only one left in the classroom. 
Dom had been very pleased with a reacent portrait of his little sister that Red had 
turned, and placed it on the table to point out his strengths and weaknesses, what 
could be improved. But Red’s only real weakness was him. When Dom swept a hand 
down to show how the fall of the hair did not match the movement, he had made their 
hands bump on purpose then tried to kiss him. Dom had jumped back, told him he 
was flattered but would lose his job, and they would say no more about it, and that 
Red should not be embarassed. But the poor boy had left the school three weeks later 
after skipping every art class.

This was him, without a doubt. He reached his desk, and the saem portrait was there, 
but now twisted and grotesque. The sweet rosy cheeks were sunken and shriveled, the 
cat she cradled dead, maggots writhing from gaping wounds. He said nothing, just 
gazed hard at Dom, capturing him in his eyes that glowed with an inexplicable fire. 

“We won’t tell.” Came the demonic chorus of all the other children.

In that instant, Dom could have. Could have taken that boy then and there, without the 
worries of jobs and scandals. 

“He wants you. No one will tell.” They droned again.

When he was sure he would, he would give in to this, the angel burst into his head. 
Elijah, his perfect angel, whom he loved. Only then did he know, he did. He loved 
Elijah more then anything, more then Viggo or anybody else. And he would not soil 
that with sex with a demon. For that was what it was, beneath the tan was red, charred 
sinewy muscle and beneath the smooth nails were biting claws. He lashed out at it, 
knocking it from the chair to the floor. 

“I won’t!” He screamed. “I won’t have you! Elijah, where are you? I need you!” He 
expected to be magically taken back to the pale, absorbing infinity, but no. Elijah was 
by his side, looking worried.

“They will not allow you to leave! I know this is not supposed to be!”

“What? Why? I said no, I beat it!”

“I know. You are supposed to be taken back to Purgatory.” He stopped and closed his 
eyes. “Billy!” Before Dom could ask who, a door opened at the opposite end and 
someone strolled in. Someone with blue skin and bright green eyes. His wings were 
folded back, like Elijah’s, though ragged, smaller and blood stained.

“Hallu-fucking-lujah, it’s Elijah. Come to save our souls.” He inspected a leathal claw 
nonchalently. 

“Billy! What are you doing?” Elijah stormed over and poked ‘Billy’ in the chest. “He 
defeated your foolish game, you MUST let him go!” Billy lashed out lazily with his 
claws, like a cat. Dom jumped to defend him, Elijah drew him back, he unscathed.

“You are half right. It is not foolish but it is MY game. You are playing on my 
territory,I have the last word.”

“This is your Master’s territory, and he is in agreement, stars who pass must be 
released!” Tears came into Elijah’s eyes. “Let him go.”

“Here we go again with your pathetic love of humans, you make me-”

“You loved one once! Or do you forget, Duke of the fire?” he mocked his title with a 
scornful tone. Dom watched the angel and the demon fight, everything that was in 
contrast in the world, battling with words.

“Yes I did! I loved one just like him!” Billy lost control, pointing a finger at Dom and 
screaming. “ In fact…” His tone dropped as he walked over to Dom slowly, a thin 
hand held out. “I’m Billy the Incubus, Forth duke of the Second Circle, though I 
suspect you know that.” Dom was confused.

“I don’t know you.”

“How did you not come through purgatory til now? It’s been three years!”

“Since what? I died… I don’t know how long ago, reacently. In a fire.”

“No.” The demon, or incubus, stated it factually. “You died three years ago, at my 
hand. You could say I loved you too much.” A flicker of a grim smile played on his 
lips. “You are too much like him not to be. And I know you loved me too, but that 
damn harp-player has bewitched you! You have forgotten me completely!” His eyes 
were wide and close to Dom’s, almost pleading. “You are going to leave me.” Dom 
was sorry for him, this demon, alone in Hell, who fell for a human and killed him 
because it was the only way he knew.

“Billy, it is not him. I know what you think of me, but believe me, this is not the man 
you killed. You don’t want my pity, so have my word. It is not.”

“You just want him yourself! If it wasn’t for you, if he hadn’t thought of you, he 
would have failed! I saw him, he was going to take my minion, then he thought of 
you! He could have been mine!” 

“But he will never be. Goodbye, Billy.” And they were gone, Billy’s screams ringing 
in Dom’s ears.

~*~

“Who was that?” Cried Dom, still afriad he would be snapped back to Hell
 and into the arms of the clearly deranged monster.

“A pitiful creature. He sucks the essence from humans until they die, but once, he fell 
in love with one as a result of the human loving him. But he had little experience of 
keeping them alive, and he died. Billy was never quite the same.”

“You sound like you could almost be friends.” Remarked Dom.

“We must love all, perhaps the one fault of our creator.”

“So, loving someone is not special for you?”

“Love comes in many forms. I am only obliged to show kindness and tolerance, that 
is not love as you would think of it.” 

“You know how I think of it?”

“The incubus is not the only one who can see your mind.” If spirits could blush, Dom 
did.

“Oh.” Elijah took his hand.

“There is no need for embarassment, Dominic. Love is admirable. It is what makes us 
alive, not in body, it is what makes our star shine. Even those like Billy must know 
it.” Dom listened, enjoying the sensation of Elijah’s cool fingers between his own. He 
wished he could feel more of his skin beneath his hands, he wanted to commit ever 
inch to perfect memory. On yet another impulse, he reached up and stroaked the back 
of Elijah’s neck. Elijah took his shoulder and pulled him closer, right against him, his 
body like a wet cloth to Dom’s fever. 

“I don’t want to be tested anymore!” He almost wept. 

“If I could stop them, I would, But you must.” 

“When?” Elijah looked down at him, a look on his face which made Dom sure he 
would never see him again. Even before Elijah spoke he clung closer, arms wrapped 
around his neck like a child frightened of being snatched away from a parent.

“Now.”

~*~

He was in his own room, with not a hint of difference. Except in was a wreak. The 
beautiful marble framed mirror Viggo had bought in New Zealand was in the corner, 
a great crack splitting it, a chunk missing from the wall. Everything had been 
destroyed. For a moment he thought it was empty, but then, amongst the strewn 
clothes, he saw Viggo, face down and sobbing, shoulders rattling.

“YOU BASTARD!” He suddenyl yelled. “YOU BASTARD! HOW COULD YOU 
LEAVE ME, YOU SHIT!?” He continued to cry uncontrollably. “I loved you so 
much! How do you think I’m going to survive? Why couldn’t you stop and think 
about me?” He was quieter now, gasping for breath between the questions. There was 
a faint tap on the door. “Leave me ALONE!”

“Viggo?” Sean’s voice could be hear, faintly. “Please…” The tall blonde Northener 
came in slowly, hesitantly. 

“It hurts.” 

Sean looked like his heart was breaking, his usual gruff not-a-care-in-the-world 
attitude fargone. “I know.” Who would try to speak words of comfort at a time like 
that? Who was so stupid? Certainly not Sean. He sat silently on the bed and pulled 
Viggo into his arms, seeming much larger then the man who usually more-or-less 
matched his stature. Viggo howled like a wounded animal, and Dom died again, for 
him. 

“Look at him, stupid stupid Viggo.” Dom whipped around at the tut-tutting voice. 
“Think how much more it would hurt if he knew his beloved Dom was shacked up 
with a common angel.” He shook his head, shoulder length black hair falling into his 
eyes. 

“Shut up! Don’t you dare!” Dom ran at him, arms raised towards the incubus’ neck, 
but Billy swiped his cheek and he stopped in his tracks, gasping as blood trickled 
from three hair-line wounds along his face. 

“Be quiet, Dom. You will listen to me propostion, and you will fall. But first, I’m well 
within my rights to hurt you for leaving me.”

“I keep telling you I’m not-” He glanced back as Viggo cried out again, gripping Sean 
as though he was drowning. Dom was responsible for it. He could not help but know 
it. 

“Whatever you like. But yes, this is your fault. Look at him, you did it!”

“I know…” Dom muttered, hopeless.

“And now!” Billy cackled. “Now, you were about to forget all about him, to fuck an 
angel!” Dom blanched, that Billy had used such filthy words about his Elijah. Filthy 
and true. “Don’t deny it! You want him, all those times you told Viggo-” To Dom’s 
shock Billy’s voice took on an exact echoe of his own, words he had indeed spoken, 
many times. “‘I love you so much Vig! I’m never gonna leave you. I’ll always be 
yours.’ All that sentimental rubbish you told him, forgotten in one instant, the instant 
pretty little ‘Lijah came to fetch you in the Middle World! Dom, how could you do 
that while he suffers like this?” Billy was playing it for all he was worth, doing what 
he did best.

 “And you can take it away.” Dom took several moments taking that in.

“What?!” 

“Yes.” Billy brushed hair from his face and the motion made the room brighten 
slightly, Dom could feel the pale green carpet beneath his feet, feel the breeze through 
the nearby window. Viggo looked terrified and ecstatic together.

“I can see him…” He whispered uncertainly. “Dom!” Viggo reached out towards 
Dom but Sean held his arm and put a hand gently to his mouth. But their eyes still 
met, like the very first time, when Dom misremembered the way to the art department 
and ended up asking the older, taller and hansome teacher who was passing, for 
directions.

“No, Viggo. He’s not there. You know he isn’t.” 

“No he…” Then Billy rubbed something off of his palm and the room returned to how 
it had been. Dom had been too shocked to act in time, but now cried out for him.

“Viggo! Viggo! I am here! Can you hear me!” He ran to him and shook him, and 
although he felt his hand make contact, Viggo did not move. He waved a hand over 
him; Viggo stared through. Dom dropped to his knees and curled into him. “Viggo… 
I’m here.” 

“You could return, and be with him for all time. Spare him all this suffering, spare 
you all of this pain. It would take me les then a second to return you. I just did, if only 
some of the way. I know you want it.”

Dom was torn. Between sheer wish and hope, and logic. “How? I died, my body is 
gone, under the ground.” Billy laughed as if to say ‘how stupid you are!’

“You think that matters to a demon as powrful as me? I could make it so this never 
happened. I’m offering you life, how can you refuse?” Dom was pushed a litle closer. 

“What’s in it for you?”

“I loved you. If you lived, I’m sure you’d rember. And you would give me some time 
of your day, or perhaps night.” He smiled naughtily, but genuinely. “Just answer me, 
you want to be back with him, don’t you?”

“Yes… so much.”

“So why not?”

“Elijah.”

“That twerp? Didn’t he tell you, as soon as he gets you to those stupid pearlies he’ll 
be off, playing Heaven’s taxi driver to some other poor lost boy.”

“No!” Dom knew had beat the incubus this time. “He said he’d stay! He said thaty 
can!”

“He won’t. The life he has is too good! No worries or cares, and he likes being 
special.”

“Don’t talk like you know him!” Shouted Dom, stupidly. “He hates you!”

“He’s not allowed to hate.” Smirked Billy calmy, watching with satisfaction as Dom 
panicked. “But if you’re really not convinced, plan B will do me just fine.” He stalked 
over to Viggo, brushing the oblivious man’s cheek with a cruved finger. “If you 
refuse to come back, and let me hav emy way with you, I shall prey on him. He is 
weak, vunerable. All he has to do is let me in once, and I will never leave.” He 
grinned, simply to bare his long fangs.

“NO!” Dom ran at him again, ignoring the searing claws as he layed into the incubus 
as hard as he could. He let him scrape at his face and body, tearing muscle and skin. 
“Kill me! Kill me! Kill me but you won’t touch him!” The razors sunk into his waist, 
teeth ripping the tendons in his neck, before Billy rolled over and pinned Dom’s hips 
between his knees, wrists under stong hands.

“I can’t kill you, idiot. But I could kill him. You obviously still have a conscience to 
bury that in!” Billy lent down, fangs growing, and kissed him. They carved down his 
chin and through his top lip like symetrical piercings, while Dom could do little more 
then struggle. “You taste just the same as I rember.” Dom cried drytears of pain. 
“Yes, it hurts. Do you want me to hurt him like this?” 

“No.”

“Of course. Who loses if you go back, he is happy, you are happy, I will be happy.”

“Elijah.”

“Like a nights heavy grinking, he won’t remember in the morning. You know that 
really.” Logic had been overcome. Dom was torn no more. He opening his mouth. 

And stopped. There was a gleam in Billy’s eyes, more then triumph. A lone triumph, 
triumph in which everybody else loses. There had to be rules against snapping your 
fingers and making a dead man alive, with a functioning body and mind that had long 
since gone into earth, with the worms and weeds. 

Billy still held him down, face close. He spat hard, hitting him on the cheek. “This is 
my test! If I fail I go in the pit! You can’t take me back, but you can take me down! 
Where you could have me, all the time! You’re a monster, a disease! Why would you 
think about anyone except yourself! I say no!” He pushed up hard, and Billy would 
have sprawled had he not spread his wings and lifted himself. Dom cupped his hands 
around his mouth. “ELIJAH! I”LL COME WITH YOU!” 

“No!” All trace of humanity left Billy as he roared and flung himself at Dom, tearing 
out his chest with great extending claws. Then he was struck, with a great spark of 
purple light, which flipped him off of Dom into the far wall. Elijah hung in the air 
over Dom, reaching his hand down to him.

“Come with me then.” He smiled. Dom took it weakly, back in Purgatory before he 
knew their hands had connected.

~*~

“You are stronger then I could have imagined!” Elijah said proudly. “Billy has gone 
renegade, too desperate to have you even to obey his Master. He will be punished.”
Dom did not hurt anymore, not broken and bleeding, his physical form gone. Elijah 
hugged him hard, bare form pressing onto him. He had not let Dom down; he would 
give up his eternal ferrying of the deceased. 

A crackle of fire broke the joyful silence, and Billy reappeared, quite insane now. His 
hair was back from his face, which was filled with manic rage, and his breath came 
very hard. One wing was bent from his hit on the wall.

“You cannot interfere, angel! Hell’s business is Hell’s business! You will suffer for 
it!” Elijah was unfazed, but stepped between Dom and the raging beast.

“You were outside their laws. I was allowed to intervene because, unless he fails, a 
stars business belongs to us.” 

“He is mine!” Billy refuse to give in, coming so close to winning only to be quite 
literally thrown from it had destroyed him. 

“You keep telling me, I keep telling you no.” Elijah’s voice was edged with 
sympathy, free instead of forced. For the first time, Dom saw the small broze dagger 
in Billy’s hand. Before he could warn Elijah, Billy reached up with it. 

He took the edge to one of his own wings, carving through flesh and bone, contorted 
with pain. Eliajh cried out, as magenta blood spurted from his own, an invisible force 
splitting it near his shoulder blade. He collapsed, juddering with the force of the cuts. 

“Elijah!” Dom dropped to him, trying to cover the base and stop it, but it merely 
continued under his palms, washing them in the warm purple. 

Billy gave another crazy laugh as he completed the act, one of his wings falling to the 
ground, still twitching, opening and closing, soaked in navy blood. “Angels can’t live 
without their wings! I can!” He sing-songed, “For every angel born, one of us is. We 
come in pairs, his-and-hers! If one of us is killed, the other dies.” Surely every demon 
would have done this eons ago, allowing Hell to take over. “Our Master’s rule is so 
strict that he disposes of any demon who tries.” Said Billy bitterly, once again hearing 
his thoughts. “He is bound to, by that pompous politician you call God! Unfortunately 
for you, His Lordship isn’t paying attention to my antics, it seems, or I would have 
been gone long ago!” Dom had stopped listening, watching the life drain from Elijah. 
He scooped his torso in his arms, rocking him like a child.

Elijah spoke like one dying from cold, teeth chattering. “So this is pain. I see why He 
made us without it. An eternity of this… And sadness. I could not have taken it.” 
Dom’s tears fell onto the base of his throat, collecting in the dent at the centre of his 
collar bone.  “I would have gone with you, Dom. I promise you that.”

“I know. You will. You still have one wing-”

“No. It is done. But I will go somewhere else. I will not let Billy take Viggo, for he 
can.”

“I’ll follow, wherever you go.” Elijah shook his head with effort.

“I’m sorry, Dom.” Dom wept openly now, as he saw the blue fire in those eyes that 
had had him in such an ecstatic prison was dimming, dark embers barely staying lit.   

“But you can’t die. Angels don’t die!” Dom was lost in confusion, holding Elijah still 
as best he could, trailing his finger down his cheek, over the smooth glass. How could 
someone, who could make everything that existed, let such a grievous loophole 
appear in the system? That he would be left alone in no-mans land with a dead angel 
whom he loved, and the mad demon who had killed him. 

“No, we cannot. But I will be gone. It is not all bad. Love eases the pain.” In all the 
effort Elijah had, he cupped a hand to Dom’s face, rubbing tears away with him 
thumb. “You are beautiful.”

Billy looked on gleefully as that theiving thing, that had decieved his Dominic and 
taken him away, that lier, died. Now Dom would snap out of it, be his once again.

“You are beautiful.” Dom repeated, laying a small kiss on Elijah’s thing lips. After 
brushing his eyelids shut, he looked up. 

Everything changed, he no longer felt any sadness at all, it drained out as he layed 
eyes on Billy and saw him as he truly was. Billy held out his arms. Dom let go of 
Elijah and walked towards him, smiling.

“Mine?” Asked Billy, wrapping his arms around Dom’s wiast. Dom took the blade 
from him, meaning to toss it away. Then he slashed down, cutting deep into Billy’s 
chest. His eyes widened with shock, arms dropping down and his mouth opened 
slightly. Dom wrenched down, hearing ribs shatter and his heart collapse. Billy 
crumbled, ash spreading from the cut until he wafted away on some breeze created for 
that purposed only.

“Mine.”