It's Raining Angels and Demons by Jennifer Stevenson

Author:Jennifer Stevenson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Musa Publishing
Published: 2012-10-05T04:00:00+00:00

“You, you fluffy thug!” I yelled, socking Jeff on the arm. “I knew you would get like this. It was just a matter of time.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Keek,” Jeff said feebly. He was sitting cross-legged and naked on my bed. I couldn’t see his fluffy white wings, but he was all angel right now. The arrogant jerk.

I was standing over him, definitely not on the bed. “Oh, really? You only said I was born sinning, and I know all about the sins of the flesh, and you have a pure soul and you’re a fucking angel—”

“I’m a fucking angel,” Jeff said, with a look of sober wonder.

“Does that hurt?” I snarled. “Words hurt more than anything, you bastard. Word hurts don’t heal.”

“I don’t know if I’m a bastard,” he said. “It’s possible.”

“You—what?” I paused in the act of socking him again. I was naked, too. Sweat was chilling and drying on me, along with other fluids I had been more than happy to get smeared with, only a few minutes ago.

He said, “They don’t tell us much about our past if we grow up in the Home Office. The past is not important. What’s important is that we arrived purified.”

I lowered my fist. “You are seriously fucked up, you know that?”

He looked at me with sympathy. “I only know I was baptized four minutes before I died. That’s how I got to the Home Office pure, so I could be made an angel. Everyone is born in sin,” he offered, as if this mitigated his insults.

I leaned forward and put my hands on his knees. “Do you understand what meanness is? Saying hurtful things? Sneering at people you think are beneath you? People you’ve just been fucking—” My voice rose and I shoved away from him, unable to look at his perfect, puzzled, unhappy face. “I should have boned that Indian lust god when I had the chance. He didn’t judge me.”

“Indian lust god?”

I started putting on my clothes.

“Yeah,” I said with my back to him. “This big scary demon carried you off bleeding, and I was running through the streets like a mad thing in my pajamas, looking for you, and the lust god found me crying and lost and desperate and heartbroken, and he took me back to his lair and gave me hash cocoa. I could have boned him then. But he was a gentleman. He didn’t judge me. He gave me shelter and let me sleep it off.”

I jerked my skirt up and turned to face Jeff. “And next morning, there you were. You didn’t call me a sinner when I took you into the shower.”

“I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“That’s lame,” I snapped.

He kept pausing whenever I said something, as if he was actually thinking it over. Or maybe, I thought grimly, he was just so dumb that he couldn’t think up a comeback without a time-out.

“Ignorance does not mitigate sin,” he said finally. “The errors we commit exercising free will have consequences, regardless of extenuating circumstances.

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