Sandman Slim (Sandman Slim 1)

"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."