but they didn’t know.
Isaiah threw a big wrench into all of this by raping an angel and having a child. I needed to find out what was on that flash drive from the lab and why he didn’t just kill me because I was one big wild card to just be kept alive.
And I was coming for him.
Chapter 11
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hat was honestly one of the best meals I’d ever eaten even before the apocalypse. The only meals I could compare to it were the ones Miss Mabel cooked, but I’d just learned she was half angel, so she was probably putting some sort of magic in her cooking that I didn’t know about. Fuck, I could draw the future, and Satan took my memories. Who’s to say my pot-smoking Nephilim neighbor didn’t have some angelic gift with an Instant Pot?
If my father had the worst of humanity directing Rage Heads here, then I would have to get used to explosions and gunfire. It sounded like they knew how to manage it. That awful wailing stopped by the time I finished my chocoflan, which was pure sin in my mouth.
I knew we were on a time table, and I desperately wanted Smurfette to meet my father’s brains, but Aeron and Leif seemed to think we could take one night just for a date. And after that meal, I wanted to as well. I guess I wasn’t exactly normal before the apocalypse, but I wanted to pretend things were as normal as possible for me tonight.
Watching movies with the Horsemen of Pestilence and Death. Yeah, I was just going to pretend they were Aeron and Leif, my online boyfriends, and they didn’t seek me out because they were trying to see if I was working for my father, the Antichrist. Yeah, we were just going to watch movies like we were three ordinary people in an online relationship. God, even that sounded fucked up.
Leif just seemed to expect us to all sleep in the same bed, and for some reason, Aeron seemed okay with that. At some point, the two of them were okay with both being my boyfriend. Was that an Aeron and Leif thing, or did all angels share women when they came to Earth? I clearly liked them both at one point and must have been okay with it too. I couldn’t remember exactly, but apocalypse me had potent feelings about cheating. There were things I couldn’t remember, but I still had opinions on almost everything that had been thrown at me. Was it cheating if we all knew and were okay with it?
Of course, Leif’s TV and DVD player were in his bedroom. The fact that we could even watch DVDs with everything going on was pretty fucking amazing. I’d slept in the same bed with Aeron, and we’d snuggled plenty of times. Even though there was a lot I couldn’t remember about Leif, I just felt this connection with him. This didn’t have to be weird. That bed was gigantic enough for all three of us to lie down and watch a movie without things getting awkward.
Leif waved two DVD boxes at me.
“Your pick, Speedy. Wonderland or Hans Gruber?”
“How about both? Let’s have a movie marathon and pretend my dad isn’t the Antichrist and trying to unleash Satan on the world.”
Aeron practically tackled me and threw me on the bed.
“A Nephilim after my own heart. Maybe these movies will trigger some memories. When we chatted on the phone, you said you’d seen all of them, but your movie preference was always super weird, dark movies.”
“I’m putting the Alice movie in first because you’ve made me stare at Bruce Willis way too many times for comfort.”
Leif started the movie and jumped into bed. He didn’t touch me. I could tell he wanted to, but he was giving me space because I couldn’t remember much. And I wanted to remember him so badly. I liked what I knew of him so far. The guy tried to find my favorite movie when he should have been looking for ammo and food. Who did that, anyway?
As soon as the movie started, I fell into a memory. My father never let me watch television or movies. I didn’t even get to watch fiction movies in school if my teacher was out. They never played us movies based on books we were reading. The school he sent me to was strict. They still used paddles on students, and there was pretty much no joy