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A/N: I have been writing for several years now, but this is my first shot at fan fiction, well fan fiction that's been posted for other people to read anyway. I'm not sure how good my writing style is and I'm hoping that my readers can help me improve so constructive criticism is most welcome. Open flaming of me though is frowned upon. I'm a big music fan and I have a habit of making soundtracks to go along with my stories so when you see this * it means there is a suggested song for that particular part of the chapter to listen to, I find it helps greaten the impact. Anyway enough of my ramblings enjoy the show.

*Suggested song: Game By: Disturbed

Lost Scroll: Shall we play?

* It was late in the afternoon when the sun finally came out from behind the clouds, assaulting all those who had been unprepared for its arrival with its harsh yet merciful light. Its light danced merrily with the shadows it created as if they were celebrating the coming of the New Year with their joyful spirit.

'Such a simple yet promising people,' mused a lone figure as he watched passers by stop and admire the spectacle of the dancing shadows from under the canopy of the sidewalk cafe. The man glanced down at the expensive watch on his wrist before turning his attention back to his newspaper. 'She should be here soon,' he thought to himself. Folding up the paper, he placed it into the interior pocket of his suit jacket before reaching down and picking a large, incredibly old looking wooden box boxed. 'How long has it been since I've been in her presence last?' He pondered, pulling out a multilevel chess board and setting up the rune covered, intricacy carved wooden slabs.

"Tell me exactly what am I supposed to do now that I have allowed you to beat me?" He hummed to him self as he placed the complex onyx and ivory playing pieces on the first board. "Do you think that we could play another game? Maybe I could win this time." He smiled to himself as he continued to hum.

'It seems most appropriate, this song, don't you agree?' He questioned himself, his smile growing larger. 'It is fine when one talks to ones self, but when one answers their own questions it becomes apparent that they are going mad.' The man leaned forward and examined the ancient runes and forgotten languages engraved on the multiple boards and decorated playing pieces. Pausing for a moment he contemplated how the board was set up before turning it around so that he was facing the onyx pieces. Satisfied with this, he leaned back and continued to sing to him self. "It doesn't really seem I'm getting through to you, though I see you weeping so sweetly. I think that you might have to take another taste a little bit of hell this time." Several people halted in their journey to glance at the strange singing man before continuing on their way mumbling about hang overs and crazy drunks. A cool wind blew across him and he opened his eyes, a smile once again splitting his features.

"Three o clock exactly, nothing ever changes with you, does it," the man spoke, glancing at his watch before looking up at the woman who had taken the seat across from him.

"You know how the saying goes, ' the more things change, the more they stay the same', the woman replied.

"But does that really apply to two beings such as us?" he questioned as he examined the woman before him. She had not changed much since the last time he had seen her then again neither had he, she was still just as beautiful as she was in times long past. Her platinum hair reached down far past her shoulders and he was positive that she was sitting on it; crystal blue eyes peered out at him from a young face in a motherly sort of manner. Her eyes were what he remembered most about her, they always had a gentle kindness to them and yet they held a deeper wisdom and sadness. It was the sadness in her eyes that he regretted the most about the time he had spent with her as he was the one who had caused it. It was the same sadness that was in her eyes the day in which he and countless others were cast away from their home forever.

"I suppose you are right, our dress may change with the days, but our appearance and ideals never will, or can they?"

"They can, and have, at least in your case anyway," the man answered.

"How do you mean?"

"I remember a time when your anger was swift and just, you sentenced countless beings to destruction and damnation for deifying your word, and now you just sit back and watch the children of your creations destroy them selves, many of them believe you have abandoned them and left them for dead as it were. Most have gotten it in their heads that you simply work in mysterious ways and want them to be their own miracle."

"And what do you believe?"

"I believe that you have simply abandoned them, that you realized the mistake you made when they were brought into being and got tired of their insolence and stupidity, that you left them to kill each other off, because I can tell you now, from what I've seen them do, there is no such thing as a human miracle. Am I right?"

"There may be some truth to those words which brings me to the point of why I asked you here."

"You need not worry of the destruction of the flesh of your flesh, I have no intention of destroying them all just yet, I want to enjoy my freedom a while longer before. Besides there are still plenty of innocent souls left to corrupt before their death."

"You believe that their impure souls warrant their destruction and yet you said it yourself, there is still innocence left."

"That is true, but they deserve to be destroyed and their wicked souls dammed for all eternity like I was as decreed by your own infallible word."

"My word may be infallible, but I can still change it, as you said it yourself I have abandoned them, so it is time that I redeem myself."

"It is ironic how we both now seek redemption for our sins, you for abandoning your false children so to speak and me for my transgressions against you and your kingdom," the man laughed.

"You still seek my forgiveness after all you have done?" the woman asked incredulously. "I may be just, but I am no fool."

"No, I no longer care for your forgiveness, your word has meant nothing to me since the day you turned your back on your true children. No, all I care for now is revenge," said the man, his dark eyes flashing dangerously. `

"You couldn't hurt me then, and no matter how much power you've gained you still cannot kill me, Adam." Eve stated.

"No, I cannot, but I can still hurt you, I can kill the things you love."

"You can try, but in the end you are only a fool, Adam. Everything you can do, I can undo. You can slaughter them, but I can give them back their life, you may destroy entire civilizations, but I can reverse time itself and rebuild them. But I can tell you this; if you start another war we will end with the heavens and the universe itself, killing us and everything else in the process."

"It is a pointless action," Adam admitted. "But what else is there for the likes of us?"

"We could watch, and help where we could. We could watch life go one."

"That is unacceptable. I would rather spend the rest of eternity back in the lake of fire. To sit there for the rest of existence as a passive observer? There must be something for us. If I cannot have my revenge then there is nothing for me."

"Then let us play a game Adam," Eve said, gesturing to the ancient game set before them.

"There will have to be rules."

"Yes there will be rules."

"And a winner?"

"Yes, there will be one, though it will take years." A manic smile once again split Adam's features.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Then come," Eve spoke, "let us play one last game."

After seven days he was quite tired, so God said:
"Let there be a day just for picnics, with wine and bread."
He gathered up some people he had made.
Created Blankets and laid back in the shade.
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The people sipped their wine and what with God there, they asked him questions
like: do you have to eat or get your hair cut in heaven?
And if your eye got poked out in this life
would it be waiting up in heaven with your wife?

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God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them.
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him.

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So he said: "Once there was a boy who woke up with blue hair.
To him it was a joy until he ran out into the warm air.
He thought of how his friends would come to see;
and would they laugh or had he got some strange disease?"

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God shuffles his feet, and glanced around at them.
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him.

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The people sat waiting out on their blankets in the garden, but God said nothing.
So someone asked him, "I beg your pardon:
I'm not quite clear about what you just spoke-
Was that a parable, or a very subtle joke?"

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God shuffles his feet and glanced around at them.
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him.

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Shattered Glass

Lost scroll: Shall we play?

And at the end of the thousand years Lucifer shall be loosed from his prison