listening.”
“I’m sure Miss Aelita told you about God’s great fuckup at the beginning of time. The thing is, there are other stories regular folks aren’t supposed to know about. One is about how in the early days of the world, after what happened in Eden, yet another great fuckup, God sent angels to Earth to look after humans. These angels didn’t float around in the sky with big white wings and harps. They lived as ordinary people. Had jobs. Farmed. Fought in wars. All the things regular people do. The only thing they couldn’t do was fraternize with humanity. They had to remain apart and aloof so that they could be watchful.”
I smoked my cigarette and watched the smog rim the clouds with funny shades of blue and gold.
“The problem with this plan is that you can’t take anything, even angels, put them in a human body, give them a human life, and not expect them to start feeling and acting just a little human. Even falling in love. Even having children.
“The children these angels had with mortal women were called nephilim. There were a lot of them around once upon a time. Now, not so many.”
“Why not?”
“They were killed. So were the angels who fathered them and the mothers who gave birth to them.”
“Why?”
“They had to. There had to be no record, no trace that they ever existed. Most of those doing the killing didn’t call the children nephilim. They had another name for them.”
“Abomination.”
Kinski nods.
“Smart boy.”
“If you’re not Doc Kinski, who the hell are you?”
“They took away my real name when they kicked me out of Heaven. Normally, when an angel falls from grace, that angel ends up with other fallen ones in Hell. That would have been too embarrassing in my case. See, I was an archangel. Uriel, the Guardian of the Earth. If they’d sent me all the way down, they knew what would happen. Lucifer would have thrown me a ticker tape parade. God wasn’t going to let that happen. So, here I am. I run a little under-the-radar human fix-it shop next to some nice ladies who do other ladies’ nails.”
“What did you do to the kicked out of heaven?”
“I killed another angel.”
“Why?”
“He deserved it.”
I flick the remains of my cigarette out into the parking lot.
“Can I get another?”
The doc offers me one from the pack. I light it with Mason’s lighter.
“Does Vidocq knew about this nephilim thing?”
“You mean, does he know what you are? He’s a smart man who’s read a lot of book. He can do the math.”
“This is fucking ridiculous. I’m no goddam angel.”
“Sure, you’re a perfectly normal boy. You were born able to do more magic than most Sub Rosa learn in a lifetime. You survived Hell. You saved the world and you corraled the Kissi. Typical underachiever.”
A skinny kid in a striped shirt and backward baseball cap comes out of the pizza joint, carrying a pile of boxes to the delivery van.
The doc nods toward him. “That kid is smarter than both of us put together. He’s got a car and all the pizza he can eat. What more does a man need?”
He smiles at his own joke. It’s the first time I’ve seen him be anything but serious.
“If I believe all this, where does that leave me?”
The smile fades.
“Not anywhere good, I am sorry to say. You’re an Abomination. You’ll always be an Abomination. Hell hates you for being more than a human and Heaven hates you for being less than an angel.”
“No wonder I couldn’t get a date for the prom.”
“There’s something else you need to know.” He looks at his watch. “I should call Candy soon. See how she’s doing. I have her on double doses of the blood substitute.”
“Is she going to be all right?”
“Hard to say. It’s hard to fight your own nature. I couldn’t do it. Angels are creatures made to love and protect humanity, only we weren’t supposed to fall in love. But I did. Candy’s a predator. A killer through and through. She’s trying to change that and I’m trying to help her. Maybe that’s a mistake.”
“I thought it was you who was making her give up the kill.”
“No. She came to me.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed that.”
“Like I said, I’m not sure I’m doing the right thing by helping her. There’s something else you ought to know about the nephilim. Not all of them were killed off by God’s hit squads. Your kind is mostly gone because you tend to kill yourselves. You’re not the most stable being, but I guess you knew that.”
“Is that how you got that wound on your arm? Those guys who tried to shove you into a car. Those were angels trying to kill you?”
Kinski laughs.
“No, boy. Heaven doesn’t worry about me anymore. Those were Kissi. They were shopping for one last angel for their New Year’s party.”
I look at him hard, trying to read him. Wanting a final, for-real take on him. But he’s a blank wall.
He smiles at me.
“I know what you’re doing. You can’t read angels like regular people. Even angels can’t always read other angels. Otherwise we would have never had that little dustup with Lucifer in Heaven.”
“Can you read me?”
“Of course.”
“What am I thinking?”
“You’re afraid I’m crazy because that’s one more person you can’t count on. And you’re afraid I’m telling the truth ’cause that means you were screwed before you ever drew your first breath.”
That’s exactly what I’m thinking.
“Will I be like you? Will I be able to read you someday?”
He shrugs.
“It’s hard to say. With nephilim, it’s always different. Some are more human and some are almost angels and can do almost anything angels do. You’ll know what you can do when you can do it. That’s all I can tell you.”
“Let’s say I believe this story. Could you fix me up with a cocktail like Candy’s? Make me like a regular person?”
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