Hammered

didn’t have the strength or will to move an inch. The kidney is a complex organ; I’d need a lot more power and leisure than I currently had at my disposal to make it work properly again. I’d knitted it up to keep it from polluting my insides any more, but it wasn’t functional. I already had plenty of nastiness to neutralize in my veins, and that was draining me quickly.
    » He no more consorts with demons than you do, « Jesus said. » You have misinterpreted his actions and have harmed one you should help. «
    » Who are you? «
    » I’m Jesus Christ. «
    They didn’t even blink. » Step aside or we’ll kill you too. «
    » Thou shalt not kill, gentlemen. «
    One of the Kabbalists—not Yosef—drew his knife from his coat and brandished it threateningly. » We are serious, crazy man. Get out of the way now. «
    » Let us talk about Atticus O’Sullivan first. «
    » You asked for it, « the Kabbalist growled. He stepped forward and stabbed Jesus in the shoulder joint—not a kill shot, but still a tad excessive if you want someone to move. I heard the fabric of his shirt tear; I heard the shik of the knife sinking into flesh; yet Jesus didn’t stagger backward or show any sign of the impact beyond the stark fact of the knife protruding from his peace shirt. The Kabbalist might as well have knifed a wooden post for all the recoil he got.
    » I tell you truly, that was extraordinarily rude, « Jesus said. » I begin to think you do not keep your covenant. « He calmly removed the dagger from his shoulder, as you or I might remove a seed stuck between two teeth. He was as immune to the enchantment on the hilt as I was. It came out cleanly, without a trace of blood; I noticed that last bit when he dropped it to the ground.
    » What are you? « Rabbi Yosef demanded. » Are you a demon? «
    » Hardly, « Jesus said. » Rather the opposite. I’ve already told you once. But no one believes words anymore. I imagine you will need visual proof. «
    A new source of light blazed above me—not hot, just bright—and I squinted upward to see a white glowing circle hovering above Jesus’s head. It began to rise in the air, and then I belatedly realized that Jesus himself was rising. I darted my eyes back to the ground and saw that his shoes had left it. He was levitating.
    » I am the Christian god, « he patiently explained. » A prophet to your people, Rabbi Yosef. I am a Jew. Will you not pause to listen? I promise you that Mr. O’Sullivan will not be going anywhere. «
    No one said anything for a few seconds. It’s not every day you see a tie-dyed man with a halo floating above the ground. You want to take time to let that shit sink in, store it in your long-term memory.
    » We will listen, « Rabbi Yosef finally said, working through what he was seeing. Demons can’t manifest a halo—it’s against the rules. Angels can do it, but they’re not the sort to lie and say they’re something they’re not. Jesus nodded once before descending back to earth. Once his shoes touched the cobblestones, he turned off his heavenly neon.
    » You have sensed traces of my friend’s magic in places where demons have been, but rather than consider he may have been fighting them, which was the case, you assumed instead that he was summoning them. « Jesus continued to explain that it was Aenghus Óg who’d opened a portal to hell in the Superstition Mountains, and I had not only sent most of the demons back to hell personally, I’d also taken care of the fallen angel Basasael.
    » But he has befriended a vampire and a pack of werewolves! Witches too! « the rabbi said. I took that as my cue to speak up, albeit weakly.
    » I am removing the vampire and the alpha wolf tonight, « I said, which was technically true. The Hammers of God would interpret that to mean I’d be killing them, but that’s why I enjoy ambiguity. » Or at least I will if I feel up to it. And the witches have agreed to leave the state. «
    » There, you see? « Jesus said. » You have been persecuting a man who is playing for our team. He offered to buy you beer and you tried to kill him. «
    » They might still manage it, « I said, wincing. I couldn’t afford to suppress the pain anymore; I had to use my last dregs of magic to pay attention to blood toxicity. It’s just very hard to focus through a haze of torment. » Hey, Son of Man, a little help here? «
    » Please be patient, Atticus, « he replied. » I need to get an answer from the rabbis