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“Well, I must admit the sight of Jezzie naked between the two of you was utterly delicious. It’s something I could get used to seeing much more often,” Nithe added.
Jezzie wholeheartedly agreed. They had so much still to work out, but they’d make it work. It just felt worth the risk to at least try.
“So, neither of you have really spent any time around angels, huh?” Roth asked.
Jezzie looked at Nithe and blinked slowly. They couldn’t really discuss Uncle Micah or Tana. Balthazar might be a secret too. Jezzie decided to vaguely answer with a murmured, “Not really.” And left it at that.
“Then let me be the first to welcome you both to the weird and wacky larger angel family. It’s confusing, filled with politics, and sometimes utterly batshit pissing contests between all the factions. But somehow it all works.” Roth faux bowed with a smile, until he saw the look on Jezzie’s face.
She’d frozen, her eyes wide and mouth hanging open as she started to sputter. Nithe belly laughed uncontrollably as he grabbed her close. She elbowed him hard in the stomach.
“Shush, you. You don’t know the answer either,” Jezzie croaked, sounding sick.
“What is it, Jez?” Athon probed.
“I really should have thought of this earlier, dammit. Oh well, here goes.” She took a deep breath and carried on, “So . . . Ummm . . . Are all pureblood angels related? Like brothers and sisters, or clones made from the same DNA and manipulated just to appear different or something? And if they are, are half-angels like half-siblings, or whatever?” she asked hesitantly, her nose scrunched up slightly as she felt her face pale.
If the answer was yes, then she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t vomit right there on all of them. Because, ewww, incest was totally not up her alley. It shouldn’t be up anyone’s alley.
“No, no, not at all.” Athon rushed to assure her. “The Almighty created angels much the same way they created men . . . and women.”
“So, inbreeding to increase the population?” Yep . . . Okay . . . She could taste the sick in the back of her throat now, how could she still be attracted to them? Argh, ick.
“That’s another popular misconception actually. The Almighty did create Adam and Eve, but not just one set. Quite a few of them were placed in grouped areas around the globe, all genetically different, and with different names. All within their own personal paradise, their own Garden of Eden. They were all told not to eat from the apple tree.” Athon paused and Roth continued on.
“Despite what people think though, Lucifer had nothing to do with enticing them to partake of the forbidden fruit. That was totally on Adam. Although, Leviathon here, was tasked with watching the fabled couple and the Almighty did temporarily turn him into a snake, but he couldn’t talk. Many of us were sent to do the same in other gardens. And each garden was full of wondrous foods. Unfortunately, Adam viewed himself the king of his little paradise, and as such thought himself above the rules. That he had a right to try everything within his domain. Of course, he also thought it was Eve’s job to serve him. She was made from him, after all, and thus she should pick the fruit and taste of it first . . . It could be poisonous after all, and as the Almighty had used his rib to create Eve, he could do so again should something go wrong.” Roth rolled his eyes, showcasing just how stupid he found that antiquated logic.
“He thought himself special as the original—or so he thought—creation, and thus irreplaceable.” Athon snorted.
“They certainly gave every male of every species a bad rap that day. Yeah . . . It was pretty much all of them, all on the same day too, thrust out as one from the paradise they were offered. Sent out to find their own way. One set obeyed the rules though, and got their slice of heaven on earth, for all the good that did . . .” Athon drifted momentarily before adding, “The others went out and populated the planet with humankind.”
“Anyway, back on track. The original angels were each created for a different purpose, each designed from scratch. After the originals some were born, some converted from other beings, and some are still created from scratch again when needed. All are different. All are unique. Except those angels born to other angels, they of course share common DNA, though angel birth is not at all common. A child born to two angels usually never has any blood siblings. Lucifer and Michael are rare exceptions. The Almighty created two leaders, twins, opposites with a special bond to lead two specific groups of angels. They share almost identical DNA despite their contrasting features,” Roth concluded, watching her expectantly.
“Roth and I are not related in any way, shape, or form,” Athon tacked on hurriedly, a slight panicked reassurance to his tone.
That had been the least of Jezzie’s concerns. Still, in retrospect, a concern, but definitely not in the top spot. Finally she felt the last trace of skin crawling and nausea dissipate, the vomit feeling, thankfully, a thing of the past.
“I know we haven’t talked much since our little hunting trip, but what happened out there, Jezzie?” Roth’s question broke the comfortable silence a short time later.
Jezzie shrugged her shoulders, not really sure herself.
“You guys are going to have to fill me in. Jezzie kept me updated on stuff through our link, but then she spiraled and blocked me out. All I could sense was pain and anger,” Nithe piped in.
“The link? Is that what Tana was talking about earlier?” Athon asked curiously.
“Yeah, when we mated and sealed the bond with our bites, the connection we had before solidified, and we can use telepathy. It was there before, but we were told it was probably due to me reading his emotions and our unique circumstances. I haven’t really tried to read you guys since this is a bit different to the situation we were in, and I didn’t want to breach your privacy at all,” Jezzie answered softly.
“Oh, oh, do me, do me,” Athon begged.
“Calm down, Ath. Not until we know what happened out there. Jez?” Roth said pointedly.
“Fine. Okay, so you guys know I’m part psychic vampire and I need to feed off of emotions, yeah?” she started.
They both nodded, Nithe relaxed and just waited, listening.
“And you’ve seen my wings are primarily black, and I have shadows, red ones, but still shadows? Obviously my dear old pops is an angel. On top of the emotional eating—like actual emotions, not just ‘cos I’m sad or moody—” She stuck her tongue out at Nithe. “Which lately has been mostly sated through the bond with Nithe, I must also take souls,” she paused.
“But you didn’t use your blades to take its soul, thus you can’t deliver them to the well.” Uh huh, she could tell Athon was confused.
