Beelzebub was sitting quietly in the New York Public Library, carefully studying a text on his Master, The Devil, as well as changing the text in all the holy books that he could find, when suddenly there came a bright light shining from center of the ceiling, as down from the heavens descended Chuck Norris. Not really. Actually, it was only Michael the arch angel.

He walked over to Beelzebub and, looking down upon him, proclaimed in his Holy Booming Voice©, "How dare you desecrate the Holy Books?! That is it! I, sir, do challenge you to a children's card game!" while pointing his finger dramatically in Beelzebub's face.

Beelzebub just stared at Michael's finger for a second silently, trying to understand if Michael was indeed serious.

And who could blame him? If someone randomly challenged me loudly to a children's card game in the middle of the New York Public Library no less, I would be a tad bit hesitant about believing that they were serious, much less sane.

But before Beelzebub could answer, there came a very annoyed "Heh-em" from behind the angel, who was still glowing with Holy Light by the way.

Both Beelzebub and Michael turned to see a Librarian standing there, glaring her Librarian Glare and tapping her Librarian Foot.

"Now," she began sternly, never losing her Librarian Glare, "I realize that I may very well may be interrupting the whole "Battle for the World and all Mankind's Living and Non-living Souls" thing, but I feel, as per my duty and my oath as a Librarian of the New York variety, that it is my sacred duty to remind you two gentlemen that this is a library, and that you must keep your voices down. So sir," she said, turning to Michael, "please stop your Holy Glowing and lower your Almighty Voice, as well as perhaps turning down your choir of angels. And you, sir," she said, then turning to face Beelzebub with her Librarian Glare that can make angels (both of the Fallen and the non-Fallen varieties) cower in fear. "if you do not return all these books to their original state, I'm afraid that I will have to issue you a fine."

"Um, I apologize?" Beelzebub said, hoping to avoid Smiting-By-Librarian by immediately changing the books back to their original state.

"Apology accepted." The Librarian said, nodding before beginning to walk away, then she turned back. "And, if I might make a request of the two of you, could you please choose a different location for your next run in? You are very adept in disturbing the silence." Both of the angels agreed quickly. At that time, they would have agreed to anything that she told them to do. "Thank you."

After she walked away, both Michael and Beelzebub let out the breath that they were holding, the one that they didn't really need, in a sigh before turning back to each other.

"Well," Michael said, speaking first, "perhaps we should continue this at a later date? I just realized that challenging you to a children's card game might have been a poor decision, as I have none."

"Of course." Beelzebub agreed, putting all of the now perfect books back in their rightful places with a flick of his wrist. There was no reason to invite more trouble after all. "I'm afraid that I have no cards either. Perhaps we should meet in Central Park in say, one week? So we can finish this?" He proposed.

Michael nodded, sticking out his hand. "Until then, then."

"Until then." Beelzebub agreed, shaking the proffered hand.

Then, just as suddenly as the two human-shaped figures were there, they were gone.