Did you know that your next novel will be shipped on June 6th, 2006? 6/6/6.
Uh-oh. Does this mean I have to apologize now to that ninth grade English teacher who called me the AntiChrist?
Kidding. I can't be the Angel of the Bottomless Pit. He's supposed to be a guy. And, as I have been assured since infancy, Jesus is my friend. Think about it; would our Savior be pals with the Lawless One, whom He shall slay with the breath of His mouth, and bring to naught by the manifestation of His coming? I don't think so.
I also don't see me causeth-ing all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads, either. I have trouble just parallel parking. Besides, my mother hates tattoos; she'd kill me. Would you piss off someone who possibly gave birth to the
Still, it would explain the psychic powers, superhuman speed, and that annoying swarm of locust that keeps following me around town. Hmmmm. Does anyone know if Satan offers decent health insurance plans?