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Michael cried and sat on the wet ground, rocking Micky back and forth. He kissed Micky's forehead, then his lips, but of course, didn't get a response. He pulled away with a choked sob and held Micky closer, burying his face into Micky's wet hair. It was still soft and curly, despite the rain.

Suddenly, the ground started to shake. Michael gasped and scrambled to his feet, thinking there was an earthquake. He continued to hold Micky as he stumbled back, watching with wide eyes as the ground opened up. It split open and, when Michael saw the first lick of flames, he understood.

This was no earthquake.

This was Hell.

He had broken the Holy Promise.

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