Friedrich Nietzsche Antichrist Novels & Stories

Charles Green raised his arms asking for silence, and once achieved, he sentenced: “We must kill that abomination! Whoever manages to kill him will have a safe place in paradise with our Lord, for having defended his word!” Everyone present began to shout death slogans, visibly excited. “I have news that the scientist and his abomination will soon arrive in our city. It looks like a child, but it isn’t! It’s the Antichrist manifested through that child!” He raised his arms again to finish. “Go and find it! Destroy it! Death to the abomination!”

"There is a file. At the orphanage. Please...please don't harm the children." “I kill children old man," I said honestly. "Not even human pups. What is she?” I asked the old priest, Abraham I think was his name. “She’s not human.” “No,” he said. “She’s the antichrist. That’s why I kept her here, close to the church. We’re the only chance she has.” “The antichrist? What’s that?” “The offspring of Satan.”

Like she was going to have a fucking orgasm just thinking of a man, just remembering how hot and talented his tongue was in-between her thighs. "I'm fine and I'm sorry for my outburst," she couldn't meet his gaze, red with shame, "Being stressed out and tired makes me a shitty person." "No, it just makes you human," he gave her a little smirk even as he leaned in conspiratorially like he wanted to tell her a big secret, "Being shitty is me, thinking of strangling puppies when I'm angry." She gasped in mock horror, a smile on her face, "That is Antichrist."

Jesse's mouth was agape, flustered. "I- I don't-" "Seriously," K interrupted and smiled at him. "You don't have to explain. You just didn't have to lie to me about it that night at the subway, when you told me you don't use it that often." She chuckled and air quoted with her fingers. "You don't owe me anything. Besides, German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche believed that morality is just a fiction used by the herd of inferior human beings to hold back the few superior men."

Lucifer. Godric widened his eyes, almost dropped the book in shock. "Lucifer ..." he whispered in awe. Had he just heard right? The prince of the underworld, the antichrist! Of course the young father had heard stories about Lucifer. God's adversary and propagator of sin. Godric did not know what to do with the knowledge, but read on spellbound:

“We can stop him without killing him. We just need to prevent him from using his powers.” “Will that be a good idea?” Lilibeth asked him after. “We both know that the antichrist isn’t the one to be negotiated with. He is born to destroy alone.” It then turned to the still silent Urie. “And even with Urie around, I doubt he will be able to convince his ‘friend’ to drop everything.” “Even if he can, I still won’t let him near that psycho,” Axel said in a possessive tone. “Can’t you call on your demon offsprings?” Lucas asked Lilibeth.

The anti Christ, angel Bernardo warned, was to be a girl. In his 20s, and fevered up with such a revelation, Jorge wrote a bestseller to expose the London bridge cult, from which the anti Christ would rise. But he was ignored by the theologians because of the firm assesion that the anti Christ was a hurt, poverty looking Vietnamese looking child, named Sara, who happener to be orphaned, and warned that she had to be killed before it was too late. It was a baby. This brought sensation around the media of that time in the world. Jorge became famous as the mad priest and his son, later to become an athiest, would be ashamed of his father illogicalities.

“Oh but I did, Gabriel. ” Ok now I was confused as hell and they were ignoring me. “What, what did you do Grandpa Luie?” I asked but he was silent. So I turned to Gabriel, “What did he do?” I asked him. It took a moment, but after a hard swallow Gabriel finally answered me ” Your grandfather created the Anti-christ. ” I honestly didnt know how to feel. Everything that I knew about the anti-christ were from movies and let me tell you none of them were half of sexy as the man standing in front of me.