By some definitions any non christian is since they do not believe in the divinity of Jesus so there would be over 4 billion Antichrist's. Although at other times it means the embodiment of evil and lies appearing as a good good and for truth.
Who is the liar but he who denies that Jesus is the Christ? This is the antichrist, he who denies the Father and the Son. 1John 2:22
and every spirit that does not confess Jesus is not from God. This is the spirit of the antichrist, which you heard was coming and now is in the world already. 1John 4:3
[EDIT] Well done Frank.
Dear Lord Anti,
I would like to work for you.
I am extremly good in driving over older people with my car and if you grant me the chance I would just love to learn how to fly an Fighter Jet and to throw posphor and napalm on kindergardens.
Imagine the fun whe could have.
As a salary I would like to torture believers who went to hell.
With my best regards
Your follower
My Dearest Beelzebub,
Permit me the indulgence of recounting to you the horrors I have inflicted upon the non-infidels so that you may be assured that I am more deserving of a place upon your horn, anus ruptured.
I visited my local convenience store and crushed the plastic wrapped receptacles of fried potato products that mortals call bags of crisps. They were no match for my mighty hands and verily upon purchase of one particular pack of decimated produce a young child did weep. I ran up to him and screamed in his face: "FEEL THE POWER OF SATAN!"
Then whilst on an amble down one of the many by-roads of my labyrinth-like town I was struck by a thunderbolt of a vision: I would visit my local leisure centre and take a dip: what could be more refreshing? As I paddled, leisurely, I felt the urge to urinate. An urge that I decided not to resist, after all I had consumed 7 litres of the cheapest ale that I could find. Then, I watched all the mortals drinking in my tainted water. I laughed, at first into myself, but it became a hideous cackle: suffice to say I was ejected from the pool.
Tomorrow I may enter the biggest office block I can find, ride the elevator to the top then strike the number of the floor as I pass it in the lift. The next person to utilise the lift will realise that the path to heaven is long, arduous and basically not worth it; whereas the path to hell is fun.
I am getting too aroused to continue my letter. Please grant succour to your most evil of acolytes.
Yours in the ring of fire,
Originally posted by RochadeYou're hired. Just the kind of person we are looking for. And as your reward you will clean and trim my toenails.
Dear Lord Anti,
I would like to work for you.
I am extremly good in driving over older people with my car and if you grant me the chance I would just love to learn how to fly an Fighter Jet and to throw posphor and napalm on kindergardens.
Imagine the fun whe could have.
As a salary I would like to torture believers who went to hell.
With my best regards
Your follower
Welcome aboard.
Yours,
Anti
Originally posted by demonseedAbsolutely lovely!
My Dearest Beelzebub,
Permit me the indulgence of recounting to you the horrors I have inflicted upon the non-infidels so that you may be assured that I am more deserving of a place upon your horn, anus ruptured.
I visited my local convenience store and crushed the plastic wrapped receptacles of fried potato products that mortals call bags of crisps. ...[text shortened]... e my letter. Please grant succour to your most evil of acolytes.
Yours in the ring of fire,
And as a reward you will be given a ring. It's the one around my bathtub. Clean it. Now get humping on it!
Anti-Yours
B.
