Chapter 15

What Chris got instead was deep, booming laughter.

In between chuckles, the old guy managed to gasp. "Oh, that's good. I am torn, though, as to which ridiculous title I prefer. I mean, on the one hand, there is the evocative Son of Perdition, but, on the other, the absolutely fantastic Abomination of Desolation. Fabulous. Drawn right from the Bible, if I recall correctly."

"I have many names," Chris replied.

Grandfather snorted. "So you seem to think. I am going to wager you're that boy I've been hearing about, who is stylizing himself as something more."

"I am not a boy, and I have no fucking style." He took a step toward the newest person to mock his destiny. It was getting really old. The true Destroyer of Nations wouldn't allow this kind of disrespect.

"Foolish boy. You chose the wrong title to steal. You can't be the Antichrist. Lucifer has no sons."

"Because you know him personally," he remarked with as much sarcasm as he could.