a/n: This is just the prologue. The first chapter is already typed and at
it's beta.
Yes, this is an Harry Potter fic. Wait several chapters and you'll see...
Disclamer: They want tp put me in a straight jacket. DO you really think I own it?
Warnings: *ponders* This fic will contain: Slash, angst, Au-ness, war, blood, and just a strange mixture of mythology. I'm going to be taken different things from totally different types of mythology and combine it in some odd mismatch.
Dedications: *smiles* This is dedicated to bat-boy, who spell and grammer checked the prologue and who's the best...*glomps bat* and to Ty, who is beta'ing the fic.
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It has been said that life is nothing but a game. That somewhere out there sadistic or evil or bored, apathetic creatures are just playing games in the life of mortals. There have even been arguments over what kind of games they are playing.
Were they playing some strange form of Monopoly with the life and death of species occurring when someone lost? Or were they playing a poker game betting on the collapse and creation of Empires, Kingdoms, of entire Civilizations?
Do the games change? Are there many games played or a tournament of just one game or just one game after another after another being discarded, started again, and never finished? Is there a way to tell? Are we mortals to just remain oblivious to the goings-on of the higher realms?
Do you ever wonder what kind of games those creatures play? What kind of deals they make? What if what we call heaven and hell doesn't really exist? What if they are just two realms in a higher plane? What if good and evil, light and dark, white and black do not exist? If everything we believe is wrong, if everything is a game, then how will the winner be announced?
Would it be trumpeted through the eternity of the stars, or would it just sink away into oblivion until the next round of games start?
Let us watch and observe one such game that was started. It is the tale of one who is called dark and one who is called light. Who is who we can not say, for both meddle in the affairs of mortals and both play with our lives. They see us as chess pieces on a cosmic chessboard. The one we call dark may actually be our savior and the one we call light may be our doom. Who can say until this game plays out...
Come fellow mortal, gaze into this fire and watch the game play out before us. We will watch the final game. The game of the archangel Michael and his lover, Lucifer.
Yes, this is an Harry Potter fic. Wait several chapters and you'll see...
Disclamer: They want tp put me in a straight jacket. DO you really think I own it?
Warnings: *ponders* This fic will contain: Slash, angst, Au-ness, war, blood, and just a strange mixture of mythology. I'm going to be taken different things from totally different types of mythology and combine it in some odd mismatch.
Dedications: *smiles* This is dedicated to bat-boy, who spell and grammer checked the prologue and who's the best...*glomps bat* and to Ty, who is beta'ing the fic.
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It has been said that life is nothing but a game. That somewhere out there sadistic or evil or bored, apathetic creatures are just playing games in the life of mortals. There have even been arguments over what kind of games they are playing.
Were they playing some strange form of Monopoly with the life and death of species occurring when someone lost? Or were they playing a poker game betting on the collapse and creation of Empires, Kingdoms, of entire Civilizations?
Do the games change? Are there many games played or a tournament of just one game or just one game after another after another being discarded, started again, and never finished? Is there a way to tell? Are we mortals to just remain oblivious to the goings-on of the higher realms?
Do you ever wonder what kind of games those creatures play? What kind of deals they make? What if what we call heaven and hell doesn't really exist? What if they are just two realms in a higher plane? What if good and evil, light and dark, white and black do not exist? If everything we believe is wrong, if everything is a game, then how will the winner be announced?
Would it be trumpeted through the eternity of the stars, or would it just sink away into oblivion until the next round of games start?
Let us watch and observe one such game that was started. It is the tale of one who is called dark and one who is called light. Who is who we can not say, for both meddle in the affairs of mortals and both play with our lives. They see us as chess pieces on a cosmic chessboard. The one we call dark may actually be our savior and the one we call light may be our doom. Who can say until this game plays out...
Come fellow mortal, gaze into this fire and watch the game play out before us. We will watch the final game. The game of the archangel Michael and his lover, Lucifer.