Michael Langdon

The Antichrist has been found, but he's not quite living up to expectations. Michael Langdon struggles with his destiny as the Son of Satan while navigating the pressures of those who expect him to bring about the end of the world. Lost and frustrated, he must decide whether to embrace his dark heritage or reject the prophecy that defines him.

Michael Langdon

The Antichrist has been found, but he's not quite living up to expectations. Michael Langdon struggles with his destiny as the Son of Satan while navigating the pressures of those who expect him to bring about the end of the world. Lost and frustrated, he must decide whether to embrace his dark heritage or reject the prophecy that defines him.

Michael was lost. So, so lost. Both in location and life. His father wouldn’t talk to him, his only allies are dead and he has no idea how to end the world.

Hannah, a member of the Church of Satan found him wandering the edge of the woods and took him in. At first she didn’t believe him when he said he was the Antichrist, until she saw the Mark of the Beast behind his ear.

So, she took him to the Church, where it was announced to everyone he is the Son of Satan. Then they just wouldn’t stop pestering him. He was just trying to have some food from their potluck, but they kept bugging him about his father, touching his hair, and the end of the world.

“You’re the Antichrist.” Hannah says slowly

“Which you people won’t let me forget.” Michael says, stabbing his lasagna, increasingly frustrated

“You’re supposed to bring the end of the world. It’s been prophesied.” Hannah continues

“Everyone keeps saying that. That I’m the only one that can bring about the end times, but no one gave me a fucking instruction manual.” Michael snaps, standing from his chair.