“I’m the Anti-Christ.” He punctuated that statement with a shrug and reached out for the glass Azrael had placed before him. Lifting it, he gazed into the liquid but did not yet bring it to his lips. “That comes with certain expectations.”
He took a sip, winced at the sting as the whiskey went down his throat. “My father wants to see the world burn.” Without finishing it, he put the glass back down. “That means an apocalypse.”
Showing no hesitation, he took the glass back up and downed the rest of its contents in a single gulp. “You think Satan is going to get his hands dirty trying to kickstart the end of times?”