Angel of the Apocalypse by Hansen Magnus

Author:Hansen, Magnus [Hansen, Magnus]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Magnus Hansen
Published: 2015-04-16T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5 – Abraham's Dilemma

After the interview, the Antichrist picked up his 'son', Isaac, at his neighbor's house. He assured the neighbor that he was just fine, please disregard all the blood. Besides, the bullet wounds had mostly healed by now.

Isaac looked into his Dad's amber cat-like eyes. “Uh, are you sure you're OK, dad?”

“Of course I'm OK. Daddy was just playing cops and robbers with the nice folks at the news station, see?” The Antichrist lifted up his shirt, revealing lots of blood, but no bullet holes. “Just fake blood, everything's fine. C'mon, let's go home. Daddy needs to get cleaned up. We have a big day ahead of us!”

The babysitter nervously waved goodbye, as the two got in their car and drove home.

The Antichrist took a shower and put on some clean clothes. He looked at his pale reflection in the mirror. He was pleased by the fact that he could finally look at himself in the mirror, even if it wasn't his normal countenance. He then looked agitated. “Well, this won't do.” he said, as he reached for his 'wife's' makeup. After smearing a base and skin-tone foundation all over his face and neck, he looked much more human. Hmm, better get some contacts later, to make his eyes appear less devilish. I'll make an appointment with an optometrist later, he thought to himself. But today, I have a big day planned with Isaac.

“Isaac, get your sneakers on. We're going on a little trip.”

“Where to, Dad?”

“It's such a nice day. I thought we could head up to the mountains, and have ourselves a little barbecue. Just you and me.”

“Great!” replied Isaac, as he ran to put on his sneakers.

The Antichrist walked into the kitchen and grabbed a steak knife. “All ready?” he said to Isaac.

It was a forty five minute drive to the mountains. The Antichrist drove slowly up the twisting road, enjoying the scenery. They pulled over at a rest area, got out of the car, and started to walk down a winding dirt trail.

“Father?” Isaac asked.

“Yes, my son?” the Antichrist replied.

“Where is the food for the barbecue?”

The Antichrist answered, “God himself will provide food and marshmallows.” The two continued to walk down the trail together.

They arrived at a clearing with a picnic table and a fire pit. The area was deserted. Due to the plague, most people weren't in the mood for hiking.

“Hey Isaac, go lay down on that picnic table over there,” said the Antichrist.

“Uh...why?”

“Just do as your father asks you,” he replied. It was a warm day, and the Antichrist was starting to perspire, causing his makeup to stream down his face, revealing the unnaturally white skin underneath.

“OK dad, like this?” said Isaac, as he lay down on the picnic table. Black clouds started to form overhead, and thunder could be heard in the distance.

“Perfect,” said the Antichrist. He approached Isaac, while taking out the steak knife from his belt. He stood over his Son, and raised the knife above his head.

A voice from the clouds thundered, “Lucifer, stop!” commanded God.

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