Angel of the Apocalypse by Magnus Hansen Read Free Book Online

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.
    With
the knife still raised above his head, the Antichrist clasped the
handle with both hands, looked up at the sky, and screamed, “NO!”
He plunged the knife down into Isaac's chest, as the boy let out a
blood curling scream.
    Lightning
arced across the sky, as the light faded from Isaac's eyes. The boy's
face was contorted in pain, then relaxed.
    “ Do
you see, God?” screamed the Antichrist. “Do you see that
I do not lack conviction?”
    The
roar of thunder was his only response.
    The
Antichrist dragged Isaac's body back down to the car and nonchalantly
threw the corpse into the trunk. He drove back down the mountains,
and stopped at an incinerator on the way home. Several incinerators
were located outside of every major city, as the death toll from the
plague grew. Fearing the spread of disease, citizens were urged to
hand over their deceased to incinerator facilities to prevent the
spread of infection. So many people were dying, that bodies were
stacked up nearly ten feet high. It made the disposal of Isaac's body
laughably easy.
    After
pulling up to the local incinerator, the Antichrist got out of his
car, opened the trunk, and threw Isaac's body on the pile of corpses
waiting to be incinerated. He then gingerly climbed back into his
car, and drove home.

    *
* * * * * *

    The
following Sunday, only a few members of the congregation arrived for
Sunday morning's service. The newscast of the Antichrist went viral,
and the surviving members of the congregation wisely decided to stay
clear of the man they once knew as Pastor Abrams.
    The
few church members who did not know of the Antichrist's arrival, saw
him sitting on the steps of the Covenant Church as they arrived for
morning service.
    “ Is
everything OK, pastor?” asked Brandon, a middle-aged man
dressed in a blue suit and tie.
    “ No,
I'm afraid not,” said the Antichrist, as he looked up at
Brandon. The Antichrist was wearing colored contacts to hide his
cat-like eyes. “A few days ago, I lost my son Isaac to the
plague. I'm afraid I'm just not up for a sermon this morning.”
    “ Oh
my God! I'm so sorry...I had no idea,” replied Brandon. “Is
there anything I can do?”
    “ No,
I think I need to take a break from preaching for a while. You should
find another church.” The Antichrist lowered his head in
feigned anguish. He never did feel comfortable in churches, which was
the real reason he canceled morning service.
    “ OK.
I understand,” said Brandon. “If you need anything, just
let me know.”
    The
few remaining members of the congregation left.

    *
* * * * * *

    Meanwhile,
at the channel 9 newsroom, a cleaning crew was frantically cleaning
blood off the floor and walls. Newswoman and interviewer, Stacey
Kerbal, watched the grisly scene from the far side of the room. “I
can't believe how much blood there is,” she commented.
    “ I
can't believe these awesome ratings,” said Zack Brannin, the
program director.
    “ Zack,
how could you?” said Stacey, still in shock from interviewing
the Antichrist.
    Zack
looked at the headless bodies of the SWAT team. “Well, mess
with the bull, get the horns. Hey, see if you can get him back in
here for another interview.”
    “ What,
the Antichrist? Are you insane?” asked Stacey.
    “ Absolutely!
I mean, about getting the Antichrist – not the insane thing.
You still have his contact information, right?”
    “ Yes.
I mean no. No fucking way am I talking to that guy again. He scares
the hell out of me,” replied Stacey.
    “ How
about I sweeten the deal with a promotion? How does Senior reporter
Stacey Kerbal sound?”
    Stacey
paused for a moment. It was tempting, but every fiber in her body
screamed not to go through with it. “I'm sorry, I simply
can't.”
    “ That's
too bad, we'll get the new girl to do it. You know, that hot