“All of us died for the good of our tribes, saving lives, defeating evil. We died at different times. We all got to Heaven at different points in time, but we were chosen. We were gathered together and spoken to by a white light without a face. It explained the destiny it was offering us and what was to come. The light never said anything about you or the connections we have. That was something we figured out on our own.
“We were held in a sort of purgatory of sorts. It was a separate part of heaven maybe. It changed as the years changed so we could stay up to date on Earth technology. We were given training on how to carry out the apocalypse when it finally came. Twenty-six years ago, we were approached by another white light. We were told about Mattan forcing the apocalypse. It was not the right time.
“We were only supposed to get involved if the seals broke. We weren’t told anything about you at all, but we were given a lot of information on Drake. Heaven didn’t get involved because smiting people in this day and age has different ramifications than the old day and you and Drake had only just been conceived. It was decided just to wait and see what happened.”
“What the fuck?” I demanded. “You find out Mattan, who is possibly one of the beasts in the Book of Revelations has just raped my mother and created The Beast and you just wanted to wait and hope everything turned out okay?”
Chase put his hand over mine. “The Horsemen aren’t angels, Tabby. We’re weapons. We don’t have wings or various angelic gifts. We have a purpose and a job, and we are given just enough information to do it. We’re soldiers on a mission when we are on Earth. It’s like we’re in the middle of a dead zone and can’t get orders. We’ve never known why we are connected this way, and we have no way of asking what’s going on with you.”
Bash was chewing on his bottom lip. “Clearly, when we were told the angels were just going to wait and see what happened, something went on in the background. Heaven got involved with Tabby. It makes sense, don’t you see? Tabby is not just the Lamb. She’s been given the ability to blow Drake to the Lake of Fire. Tabby has been made a weapon of Heaven too. She wasn’t asked or given a choice like we were, but she’s technically a weapon now. It’s the superpowers she keeps talking about.”
Gideon started nodding. “I think you’re onto something. We’re weapons of the Apocalypse. Tabby was made one too to stop Drake and Mattan because it’s not the time for the apocalypse yet. That’s why we’re all connected. We’re all different parts of the same weapon.”
Well, wasn’t that the shit? It was kind of like finding out I was a clone or an alien or something. Some angel just went right in and gave me the power to super burp without my permission. I’d rather be Spiderman. He’s got cool powers. All I could do was blow on people and send them to hell.
Was it something I had to learn to control? Like, would I be out of breath blowing up balloons for a party and send the entire room to hell? What a lame power. Sure, it could stop Drake, but what the hell was I supposed to do with it after Drake? I couldn’t break it out at parties to impress people.
Zed looked concerned. “You’ve got that look on your face again like you’re about to explode.”
“You said Mattan would be punished. Do you have something better for him than me just blowing him to hell? Because I didn’t ask for any of this. I’m glad I met the four of you, but I never asked to be a weapon, and Lizzie and Ariel never asked to blow fire out their mouths and be witnesses either.”
“As the Horseman of Justice, I have access to hell. I can create Mattan his own personal hell, and you can send him there. Drake will burn for all eternity in the Lake of Fire,” Zed said.
“I have a question,” I said. I had a million questions, but I’d settle for one right now. “If I send the Antichrist to the Lake of Fire when Heaven is finally ready for their little apocalypse, are they going to get a Rothledge and a Lamb together to just make a new one? I kind of feel like Heaven’s recycling right now.”
“Sofa, now,” Chase ordered.
I hardly had time to think. Zed scooped me up and carried me to the sitting room. Before I knew it, I was sitting in Chase’s lap getting a shoulder rub, and Zed had my boots off rubbing my feet. They knew all my weak spots. Bastards.
“You would be sending one Antichrist to the lake. There is the potential for an Antichrist in every generation just like every child born to the Lambs has the potential to break the seals. You aren’t recycled. Think of it as an inheritance. A blood right,” Gideon tried to explain.
“Most people inherit a little money and old jewelry,” I grumbled. “If I’m now a weapon, does that mean I just die after I defeat Drake? Am I always going to be a weapon and have to fight again when the actual apocalypse happens?”
Chase kissed my neck. “Would it be so bad being in a huge manor like this in a private area of heaven for all eternity with all of us?”
“There’s no fucking in Heaven. We’d just be weapons, doing our celestial jobs.”
Bash started laughing. “There is totally fucking in heaven. What do you think married couples in heaven do? We’ve all had sex in heaven.”
“Okay, so I’m a weapon, and I may die when this is over. No one is giving me a get out of jail free card. Do we actually have a plan to stop Drake yet?”
Zed started rubbing my calves. “We have time to deal with Drake. We have all feel you’re upset, Tabby. You didn’t ask for this, and you weren’t asked permission like we were. Before we deal with Drake, I want you to think up a special hell for Mattan. I’ll create it, and you can send him there. I think revenge on Mattan will give you closure once all this is done.”
Zed was right. If I ended up dying and going to some private Heaven with my Horsemen because I was now one of Heaven’s weapons, I’d feel a lot better about it if I knew my stupid father was in a hell I made up for him.
I was going to need Lizzie to create the perfect hell for Mattan. I could come up with something pretty twisted on my own, but Lizzie was chatting with him about all his perverted sexual fantasies. I was going to turn Mattan’s escort visits against him, and he was never getting laid again.
Chapter 28
I never believed in fate or destiny before. The way I grew up, I just seemed stupid to believe in that. It would mean someone or something put me in that fucked up situation for a reason. Well, fuck me, it totally did. Fate continued to fuck with me, and I decided I’d rather have a destiny like Harry Potter and fight Voldemort and an army of Deatheaters than my entire purpose was just to blow Drake to hell and die. No one could tell me if we were all just going to up and die when this was done. It seemed like someone should be able to answer that for me if they were just going to make me a weapon.
When everyone found out we were making our move once I figured out Mattan’s punishment, everyone got involved, and Esther insisted on calling my grandparents. She thought they needed to know about my new status as a weapon and should give input on Mattan. It was going to be super awkward coming up with a sexual torture hell for Mattan in front of my damned grandparents, but super awkward was becoming my norm.
Lizzie had only just started chatting with Mattan and Ariel had more input on his sick fantasies. Apparently, he didn’t record his escort visits like Drake did, so we had no idea what twisted things Papa Dearest was into. Odelia just scowled at Ariel as she spilled all Mattan’s kinky secrets, but didn’t make a scene again.
“So, he likes them barely eighteen and blonde, right? I’m talking like, turned eighteen a month ago. If he could hire a minor, he totally would. He’s into degrading women. He positions himself like a Dom in chat, but the way he phrases things, he’s not a real Dom. It’s not a respectful relationship with a submissive. He’s just a bully.”
“Explain, runt,” Lizzie said. Natalia was here with us again, and I could tell Lizzie was desperately in love. So was Natalia. The two of them were practically glued together on the sofa.
“He wants to do things like spitting, choking, and pissing on someone with
out building up trust first. He just wants some girl barely out of high school to come over and do all that on the first visit. Some people are into that, but Mattan isn’t looking for those people. He uses escorts because he wants to hurt women that aren’t all that comfortable with it, but do it because they are getting paid.”
“The kid is right,” Gideon said. “I’m into the escort services computers now. Mattan pays them a lot of money to send women who fit his personal preference with no warning about where his proclivities lie. Most of the girls they send to him, he’s their first visit because their regulars are too old for him. It’s not a respectable service. They don’t respect their workers, or they would have dropped Mattan after the first complaint.”
I remembered what Lizzie said about Ariel being a whiz on Photoshop. “Ariel, do you think you could whip up Mattan’s perfect girl in Photoshop?”
That kid had to be a borderline genius in nearly every way imaginable. I hoped when all this was over, even if I died, Lizzie and Ariel got to live out their lives. Lizzie deserved some happiness and Ariel was going to do great things. I could already tell. With her ability at extorting perverts, I thought she’d be perfect for Speaker of the House one day.
I was coming up with a plan for Mattan. He’d get his young blonde fantasy, but he’d never get to touch her. She’d be with him for all eternity taunting him about his failures. She’d be reminding him every day he was there because I created this hell for him. I remembered the portraits in my parent’s bedroom. There would be portraits of me posing like a badass on every wall in his hell.
Mattan liked to degrade and cause pain, but he probably didn’t like being on the receiving end of it. I decided for the final torture, a new girl would come in every night. She would get his hopes up he was getting laid. She’d let him say horrible things to her, but as soon as he went to act on his sexual fantasies, he’d find himself strapped to a bed. He would be the one getting spat on and choked. His little raping dick would never get attention. I decided this would go on for hours before the girl left a big steaming dump on his chest and disappeared.
He’d have to stay chained to the bed with a big pile of shit on his chest while his perfect woman taunted him from across the room reminded him he created this mess in the first place by being a raping douchebag and hurting girls. I felt like I was leaving something out. Something important.
My Oma was the one that spoke. She hadn’t said a single word about my hell for Mattan. She hadn’t said I was some sick, twisted child who needed to be committed. She didn’t tell me I went too far. She just nodded at me.
“He hurt your mother too. I know Drake killed them. To complete your hell, you need portraits of her down there too.”
That was the missing piece. Zed’s superpowers were that he could just blink and create Mattan’s hell for me. Now, we just needed to get Drake and Mattan in front of us to send them straight to hell.
Chapter 29
The best plan I could come up with that everyone agreed with was to invite Drake and Mattan over for dinner. I would talk to Drake telepathically and tell him there were things I needed to air out with both him and Mattan before I would hear him out about breaking any more seals. Gideon didn’t think it would work, but I still thought there was a part of Drake that wanted a twin sister. He had to have been lonely in that cat, and I just had to bank on that.
Lizzie did something I tried to talk her out of. I didn’t want her anywhere near Drake or Mattan. She told me to tell Drake she wanted to be there if I sensed doubt from him. I was supposed to tell my brother that my very lesbian best friend finally saw a photo of him and had a great conversion to straighthood and wanted to jump on his dick.
“Lizzie, no one is going to believe that!”
Lizzie gave me one of her famous snorts. “Your twin will. You forget, he went straight to the Incels before Mattan started buying him friends. The idea the woman he wants for his queen no longer wants women because she saw his photo is going to go straight to his tiny little Incel brain. He’ll come here no matter what Mattan says because he thinks he’s getting laid. Mattan will come with him because he knows that story is bullshit and we’re up to something.”
I looked at my four Horsemen. I started this not catching the seals when Drake swatted them off the desk. Lizzie and Ariel were in danger just because I had been born. All of these people that had crashed into my life, my mother’s friends, my grandparents, my Horsemen, they were in danger from my twin and my father. And I was inviting them both for dinner. I knew no matter what I said, they would all want to be hiding in the house somewhere.
“Is there a weapon anywhere that can hurt any of you?” I asked the Horsemen.
“Horseman perk,” Chase said, winking at me. “It’s a perk you have too. Since we are weapons, there’s nothing on Earth that can kill us. We’ll be hiding with our weapons in case Drake or Mattan try anything, but you and Lizzie have weapons of your own. Don’t let them bully you.”
“Like Tabby and I would ever let a man bully us,” Lizzie snorted.
Bash got the giggles again. “Remember, you can blow them both to hell before you go threatening to put your boot up their asses.”
“Please,” I said, holding up my hand. “I can’t fly, and I can’t go invisible like all the cool superheroes. If I’m blowing someone to hell, they aren’t leaving without a witty retort from me, and it’s going to be so much better than my boot up their ass.”
I wondered if Gideon found anything funny at all. “Don’t hesitate with them, Tabby. Don’t give them a moment to escape by coming up with something sarcastic to send them off with. Just blow them straight to hell and get it over with.”
“You are absolutely no fun at all Gideon.”
Maybe Gideon did have a sense of humor. And brass balls to comment on his in front of my grandparents. “We’ve been putting off your kinky little fantasies until Drake was dealt with. If you don’t waste time with silly speeches that may allow them to escape, we can finally do what we’ve all been wanting.”
I hadn’t even thought about my fivesome with the Horsemen since I found out I was a weapon and could die. If there were any fairness in the world at all, I’d go out right at the end of hot sex with all four of them. The world couldn’t totally fuck me out of everything, right?
Chapter 30
Lizzie was right. It was official. The Antichrist was a horny Incel that immediately bought the story that the one lesbian he wanted was willing to convert to dick just because she saw a photo and thought he was hot. I thought the Antichrist was supposed to be cunning and smart. He seemed suspicious, but after I fed him Lizzie’s story, he turned from Antichrist to fourteen-year-old virgin with his first crush.
It was just so wrong fielding all the questions from my twin asking about my very lesbian best friend’s interest in him. To be honest, Lizzie was so pissed about him ignoring the fact that she wasn’t into men at all and still wanted her for his queen, I wouldn’t put it past her to set him on fire on sight. I hadn’t seen Lizzie use her dragon breath before, but she did like to show off and blow smoke circles. She’d even mastered smoke hearts and blew them around Natalia to show off.
Could she set two men on fire at once? Both Mattan and Drake had gotten creepy with her. Me and the Horsemen and planned for this. If Lizzie just started setting people on fire, there would be flaming swords and bows at the Horsemen’s disposal to slow anyone down from running so that I could blow them to hell.
I had to do a lot of ass kissing to get Drake here. Mattan had to know we were up to something and was trying to talk Drake out of coming. He kept contacting me telepathically needing reassurance that Lizzie was going to be there and really was into him. I tried sweetening the pot by trying to have Drake’s favorite foods prepared.
I tried not to laugh like a maniac when I asked Drake what his favorite food was and he told me tuna. Of course, it was tuna. Those treats that got him out from under the bed when he was still a cat were tuna treat
s. Didn’t he go nuts trying human food once he was a real boy again and have something other than fish he liked? I just pictured him in his sad, pretend Goth clothes eating canned tuna and jerking off to his escort visits. I knew the Antichrist was supposed to be evil, but Drake was this sad little pervert who believed lesbian fairy tales.
I had a dinner created and waiting to be served on the patio. Everyone was hiding when our butler let Drake and Mattan through the front door. Mattan was dressed in an expensive three-piece suit, and Drake was dressed like someone who was trying to pretend to be Goth for a costume party. It was too overboard, like a parody of being Goth. I was polite, and thankfully, Lizzie didn’t set anyone on fire as we led them to the backyard. Lizzie even took Drake’s arm like she was totally into him. Drake was actually giggling like a girl that Lizzie was touching him.
Dinner was served, and it was under the pretense of me hearing Mattan out. Bash convinced me to listen to him before I blew him to his private hell. He thought Mattan might say something to give me closure about everything he had done and everything that had happened to me since I got here. I just wanted to give him an epic verbal smackdown and use my lame superpower to send him to hell, but I got outvoted by every single Horseman, my grandparents, and even Lizzie betrayed me on this one.
Mattan had his oily eyes and smiles out tonight instead of the trusting man that got me here. He placed his napkin into his lap daintily. “So, Tabitha, what is the real reason we are here tonight?”
“The same reason I told Drake. You have a lot to answer for. You raped my mother, and you’ve been lying to me from the start. If you expect me to participate in your little apocalypse, you’d better start explaining. I’m the only one who can break the seals, and I control the Horsemen. You went through all this trouble to start this, but you can’t complete it without me. Why should I follow you after everything?”
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