According to The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch (the
world's only completely accurate book of prophecies, written in 1655,
before she exploded), the world will end on a Saturday. Next Saturday, in
fact. Just before dinner. So the armies of Good and Evil are amassing,
Atlantis is rising, frogs are falling, tempers are flaring. Everything
appears to be going according to Divine Plan. Except a somewhat fussy angel
and a fast-living demon—both of whom have lived amongst Earth's mortals
since The Beginning and have grown rather fond of the lifestyle—are not
actually looking forward to the coming Rapture. And someone seems to have
misplaced the Antichrist . . .