Chapter 3

“So, you weren’t kidding about this being important, then! If anything, you understated its significance, didn’t you, babe? Wow ... my boyfriend ... MY boyfriend on equal terms with Jehovah and Satan ... you’ve met both? Have you met Jesus?” Jessica reacted with more than a little awe after I revived her and she finished cooking dinner.

“Yes, I met Jesus. And Gabriel, in fact. So far, I think that leaves Michael and maybe a few others to meet. And yes, I’ve met Satan. Yes, crazy ol’ me. No, you’re not off your rocker and neither am I. It’s a bit of a shock to the system, ain’t it? Here’s the kicker, prior to this project, Jehovah tried to set me up to be ... the Antichrist,” I dropped the real bombshell on Jessica now.

“You ... Jack ... my man ... the ... ANTICHRIST? Holy smokes! Damn! I banged the Beast! I banged the Beast! I ... banged ... the Beast! It certainly explains your horny ways, you sly devil, you! Sweet! I’m just glad that the whole ... Lake of Fire stuff apparently ain’t gonna happen! Though I admit that I’m so in love with you that I’d volunteer to be your ‘false prophet’ just to join you in eternal torment. That’s how ... much ... I ... love you,” Jessica told me with a passionate kiss.

“Then I’d absolutely have to find a way to sneak us out, because there ain’t no way that I’d meekly submit to my flesh being roasted for eternity, let alone your lovely skin! They’d hold their ‘Great White Throne’ judgment and find two missing souls! The advantage of having bodies, if you think of it. Though that assumes that we wouldn’t just ... you know ... die. That much heat! Jehovah really didn’t think that one through, did he?” I noted as we ate the excellent baguettes that she made for us.

“Yeah, I’m rather glad that we won’t have to suffer that. Still, it’s clear that you’re the boss now. Everywhere. It’s just a matter of time before it becomes apparent to the whole human race, am I right? Oh, and you look ... kinda faint, papi ... what’s the ... no ... oh, shit ... you’ve been writing this ... in your own ... BLOOD? Was that necessary?” Jessica paled at the thought of me sacrificing my own blood to write this new canon.

“Yep, part of the deal, I’m afraid. But it also makes it ... irrevocable, immutable. That’s necessary, too. No more ... revisions. Oh, and in the Book of Jack, I ... correct the ... myths ... and lies ... in Genesis and other books as well. That’s gonna be a shock for a lot of folks, as will the Rapture, mind you,” I chuckled as Jessica now fed me by hand.

“I sure hope that you really finished it, because the thought of my boyfriend losing pints of blood and possibly dying ... oh, you can ... heal yourself now, can’t you? Genius, pure genius! You are one smart cookie, aren’t you? I’m gonna be so ... sooo good to you, honey! I refuse to give up such a rare and wonderful man as you! Anyway, please eat!” Jessica urged me when not kissing my face, neck, chest, etc.

“And you know that ... I’m never gonna be a one-woman man. Just sayin’ that for the record, so as to forestall any future... ‘silly lovers’ spats,’ as you put it. I’m just not the faithful sort. On the other hand, I won’t ask you to give up Tyler, either ... by the way, great choice of beer! I fuckin’ love these local, craft microbrews, you know!” I smiled before Jessica shushed me with a very fiery tongue kiss.

“Honey, I know what you are ... I’ve always known, okay? You’re a lothario, a horndog, a lecher, and that’s perfectly fine with me ... other than occasional moments of ... jealous insanity, okay? Deep down, I’ve always known what I’m getting with you ... and I have to confess that I adore that about you ... you’re not a poser, not a pretender ... you’re a skirt-chaser, sure, but not a player, okay? You don’t string a girl along, alright, with false promises of monogamy or other such crap. It’s all baked in, okay?

“I’m not the faithful sort, either, in case it escaped your notice. We both cheated, we had a lovers’ spat, we damn near broke up, though I don’t count it as a real breakup, and now we have an ... open relationship. Deal? Completely open ... and honest, right?” my sweet Jessica told me with more kisses to my lips, my face, my neck, and my chest.