Frankie Horvath is not happy. He’s almost forty. He’s fat. His wife is dead. He designs forks for a living. And his son? Well, he might just be the Antichrist. Which is why Frankie is about to meet with Satanists to find out the truth once and for all. And taking into account Frankie’s lifelong delusions of grandeur (and the gun stuffed down the front of his pants) a bloody showdown for the fate of mankind is not out of the question. If you love the dark humor of Chuck Palahniuk or Brett Easton Ellis, this one is for you.