Only A Game
by William Morgan
The Angel spread his wings and unsheathed a deadly sword.
“You are the Antichrist!”
Samuel Crowley shrieked and cowered. “What? No-n-no, I’m not-”
” It tells me so on that screen.”
On the screen was the name Anti_Christ_666. ” That? That’s just my character name. It’s a game. Called Dark Souls. It’s only a game!”
The Angel lifted the sword above his head, there was a gasp, then, the angels head rolled of his shoulders.
“Phew, thanks, Beelzy.”
” You need to be more low profile, my Lord.”
“Yeah, I’ll-uh- change it to Not_Antichrist_666.”
Beelzebub sighed. We’re going to lose this coming war.
