[ WP ] Satan pulls a God and impregnates a virgin . Describe the life of anti-Jesus .

I was eight when the first attack came, too young to really understand, but old enough to see the blood and the feathers and be terrified. They waited until I was at the play park; later I would be told that my home had been hidden and once they found me I was exposed. Over the next few years I would need to move from haven to haven, always living in fear. 
 
 The angels missed their chance to end it that day, they landed and approached me when they first arrived and questioned me about my parents, but I had no idea what they wanted to know. They were suspicious, but did not know for sure until the earth around my feet began to boil and then erupted with teeth and claws. 
 
 Vast red beasts poured from the ground and seized the angels in their claws and tore at them until the glowing men were pulled apart and lay dead on the ground. It must have been my first time seeing demons, but in the years to come I would spend so much time with them that in my memory of that day I felt no fear. When it was over they told me the truth; they never lied, although I accused them of it many times. 
 
 I suppose before that day I was fairly normal, my mother had never told my father about the night she had spent with the horned beast eight years before and he had assumed, quite naturally, that I was his child. I remember him as a friendly man, always laughing and playing with me, but once they had found us, he was the first to die. My protectors didn ’ t care about him, he wasn ’ t necessary to anyone; anyone but me. 
 
 My mother tried to insist on a normal life at first and so we would move to a new city, start again in a new school, a new neighbourhood and hope that this time they wouldn ’ t find us. When you are hiding from the servants of an omnipotent being I suppose you ’ re unlikely to be able to hide for long. At last we gave in and at the age of twelve I finally agreed to meet my father and learn of my destiny. 
 
 He came to me not as a beast, not as the great red demon he had seduced my mother as, but in the form of a man. He told me that this was how he had once looked, before he was forced to take on other forms and i found that we looked alike. We sat for a time and talked and he told me of his past, of the war in heaven and why he had been cast out to the world below. I told him of the life that I had led so far, from quiet obscurity to fear and running and he listened to me and let me speak. At first it was a little awkward, but as I sat with my father I felt a kinship and a sense of completeness and for the first time I finally understood who I was, *what* I was. 
 
 After that day I lived with my father, not in his realm and not in mine, but in somewhere in between. A place where I could observe the world, but be safe from the forces of a God who was more afraid of my father than he was willing to do the right thing. Time passed different there, but I grew to full manhood and learned what I needed to know. 
 
 Three times I ventured onto the surface of the earth, looking to carry his message forth as he knew that he would never be granted any kind of hearing. Three times the angels came for me. The first two times I was protected by demons and my father's finest warriors, but the third time I was older, wiser and able to protect myself with my father's teaching. I went alone and waited for them to come. 
 
 It was Gabriel who arrived, one of God's chosen warriors and he came alone, his flaming sword sheathed as he approached. I leaned on a wall in a bustling city and let him approach. I hoped that here they would be more open to talking first before they tried to fight. As he approached the people in the buildings around were driven by a desire to be anywhere but near to us. It was not his power, it was mine; I had no desire to hurt anyone if they did not need to be and I had no idea how this might end. 
 
 He stopped a dozen paces away. “ Hello Son of Satan. ” 
 
 I couldn ’ t help but smile. “ You make it sound so sinister, honestly I don ’ t know what you expect of me. ” 
 
 Gabriel ’ s eyes narrowed. “ Oh, you know, just the end of the world, pain and destruction, as has been foretold. You think we don ’ t know that even now you study at your father ’ s hooves? ” 
 
 His face was so serious that it was impossible not to laugh. “ He said you had a stick up your ass Gabriel and I guess he was right. ” I shook my head. “ I came to tell you that I have no intention of doing any of that. My father rules hell, that ’ s true, but you all seem to have forgotten why that is. he sent me here to talk. ” 
 
 I pushed off from the wall and Gabriel scooted back a few paces. “ Stay back. ” 
 
 It was impossible not to roll my eyes. “ Or what? Look Gabriel, my father was thrown from heaven, but he was an angel like you once. He disagreed with God ’ s plan and was thrown out, but it didn ’ t make him a bad guy. He was given the job to punish those who sin and when thy have served their time they are released into heaven, isn ’ t that what God wishes? ” 
 
 Gabriel was looking a little uncertain. “ He releases them as he is *commanded* to, but he seeks to build an army to destroy heaven and overthrow god! ” 
 
 I could feel my irritation growing. “ Really? Why? What good would it do? Heaven exists only as an extension of God, defeat him and it goes away. My father is happy, he has found and enjoys his place and feels he helps make things better. He had a child because he can not come to earth directly except as a great red beast, no angel would ever enter his realm and so he needed someone who could communicate on his behalf. It's not all that different to what God did, is it, except he's done a better job bringing me up. ” I held out my hands. “ Look, no stigmata. ” 
 
 Gabriel shook his head. “ Your father is the Prince of Lies and I see you have inherited his tongue. I will not let you corrupt me. ” 
 
 In a swift motion he drew his flaming sword and ran at me, screaming, with his wings outstretched. I waited to see if it was a bluff, but the sword whistled towards my face and I was forced to stop it a few atoms above my skin, holding it with my mind. 
 
 I shook my head. “ I ’ m sorry Gabriel. I really hoped we could come to an accommodation. ” 
 
 His eyes went wide for a moment and then he was gone. My father had become a powerful creature and had shared a portion of that power with me, to ensure I was safe. I returned Gabriel's essence to the universe and wiped every trace of him from existence. 
 
 With a sigh I slid back through dimensions and returned to my father, victorious in battle but defeated in my purpose. Perhaps the next angel would be more willing to listen to reason. 

