The old priest closed the door of Saint Boniface's Roman Catholic Church.
Evening Mass was over and the last of the parishioners who had attended Evening Mass had now left the church.
Father Ryan walked down the steps and walked down the street.
As he did so, he passed a church building called the Assembly of the End Times. The denomination was a small Protestant sect- one that was absolutely convinced that we were living in the End Times.
The pastor Rev. Jack Burns had been visiting the priest's church office quite a bit since the start of the year.
Every time Rev. Burns dropped by, he mentioned today's date, June 6th, 2006- the sixth day of the sixth month of the sixth year of the sixth millenium (assuming one accepted Bishop Ussher's Biblical chronology).
Funny, about this being the sixth year.
Back in the year 2000, people were making a fuss about the year 2000 being the first year of the millenium (in actual fact since there was no Year Zero dividing BC from AD, 2001 was in fact the first year of the New Millenium).
And now they were making a fuss about 2006 being the sixth year of the Millenium (that would only work if 2001 was the first year of the Millenium- which of course it was). All the hype about 2000 was gone (for if 2000 had indeed been the first year of the Millenium, then 2006 would have been the 7th year of the Millenium).
Now occultists, satanists and apocalyptic Protestant evangelical sects together were making a big deal about today- 06/06/06.
Father Ryan had just laughed off Rev. Burns' warnings about the Beast arriving today- 06/06/06.
As he walked along the street, he saw Rev. Burns approaching.
"Good evening, Jack," Father Ryan greeted the minister.
"That's Burns to you," the minister shouted and suddenly turned into a scarlet red fire-breathing demonic beast who shot flames out of its mouth. The flames consumed the Catholic priest.
Rev. Burns had been right.
The Beast had arrived on 06/06/06.
For Rev. Burns was the Beast.
The END.
