It was a game that the two played, a way to pass the eternity. Souls went, people forgot and remembered, and the game continued. It hadn't been played forever, but it had been long enough that Xibalba had forgotten what not playing was like.
There were two teams for two players, sugary sweet La Muerte and himself. The Land of the Remembered wasn't the only prize, but the one that he could easily get.
It was an eternal game of cat and mouse, one forever trying to catch the other, though Xibalba had to wonder which role he truly played.
