My Interview With the Antichrist
How the Servant of Evil Built the Christian Church
The room is mostly dark as both of us take comfortable leather tufted chairs beside a nice fire in the library of an exquisite mansion the likes of which I’ve never seen before. To say the place is elegant or palatial would be an understatement.
He looks younger than I would have expected; an image I suspect that belies the longevity of someone immortal. He offers me a drink and it’s some of the finest Cognac I think I’ve ever had.
“What would you like to chat about, Keith?” He smiles. His voice is calm, smooth, and cultured, like it’s a mishmash of Euro-British. But I have no doubt that he could drop into native Latin or Greek or any language without a moment’s notice.
I don’t want to sound rude or waste his time. It’s the interview of a lifetime, so I get right to the point. “The world’s going to hell in a hand basket,” I begin—
“Is it?” he interrupts me. That soft British accent is very disarming.
“Isn’t it?” I ask. “We have nations at war. Poverty. A global pandemic.”
“And when have we not had all of those things, Keith?”
I nod once. “True.”
