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Introduction : God Vs. Satan !
He walked down the corridor, in the buzzing crowd of people, never being noticed by anyone. It could have been vexing, but to him it wasn't. Being anonymous was reassuring in a way; with the things he was doing.
The walls of the castle were old and had seen many things. Maybe one of his kinds had been here as well, way before him. A smile blossomed on his face. He had an oddly proportioned face, a big mouth and a small nose, big eyes deep in his skull. His skin was the colour of slightly over-baked bread. His hair was dark, oddly silvery sometimes. He was short, with a slim body and fragile looking arms. He moved graciously, like a ballerina.
He was rather plain really; he was noticed by some girls, because of his happy smile. His smile was very special: it was warm, comforting, loving and adoring all at the same time. Seeing that smile often lifted the days of several persons. He didn't mind if they didn't talk to him, but as long as they smiled after seen him, everything was alright.
His pace wasn't slow or quick; he walked completely in peace and lightly. He was a happy light-hearted person; a rare thing in the Slytherin house. He was always there, in the background, silent and ready to support those who needed help. He didn't blend with the other boys; he was rather with girls.
The girls would often laugh and say he was their guardian angel. He always smiles a bit broader then. It was true things were different with him. His personality seemed to emanate light that reassured everyone around him. Even arguing couples would suddenly become loving again in his presence. And he always managed to this without a word.
He was lovely. He was a silent star in a cloudless, dark night.
The Main Gate was open and he smelled the first winds of spring. He just had one long corridor to go and then, he could feel the first real sunlight of the New Spring on his face. He sensed the sun, already closing his eyes in anticipation. Why couldn't it be spring and summer the whole year?
But instead of shy sunlight he felt a shadow slicker on his face and opened his eyes.
A tall figure was bouncing down the corridor, pestering and swearing under her breath. Yet her pace was quick and catchy. She had her heavy loaded schoolbag in one hand, letting in wave it around her not caring if it could hit someone. Her hair bounced unsynchronized with her, creating odd waves in the air.
She bounced past him, not taking any notice of his presence. Her bag almost hit him; she didn't even bother to apologize.
He followed the girl with his eyes. She hoped up the stairs, taking two steps a time. Her hair moved as if they were alive by their selves. The girl turned towards the stairs guiding her upwards.
He wondered sometimes what the girl was thinking; she seemed sometimes to be a bit like him.
"- Fucking, fucking, FUCKING sun! Just makes holes in the ozone layer, creates skin cancer and sunburns. Who can love that friggin' aster? It's bloody annoying. Why cannot it be autumn and winter all through the year?"
The girl continued her course in a quick, impatient pace. She had an important meeting later on that day and sorely needed a Portkey; she just had to send an owl to a certain person and she would receive one. But she had to pay; so she prepared potions she delivered to her Portkey maker through owl post. She had to wake up early that morning to add some fresh dew into the potion. It was the final step of it.
Her feet contently bounced a bit higher and felt the vial in her pocket bounce on her thigh. Peeves was floating in the air, with a bucket of half molten snow in his hands. She skilfully managed to put a spell on him that would slow his movements. With a little luck, some students would be just under the bucket as the spell would end.
She loved to play indirect pranks on people. It was so fun to do since no one ever suspected her and she could always rush to her victim and comfort the person in an act of pure hypocorism interpreted as friendship.
Her fanatic bouncing caused soon her whole body to jiggle, wobbling her breasts slightly underneath her robe. How she loved her lovely looks! She was quite pretty, she was well aware of that. But she loved so to destabilise her potential enemies by suddenly becoming all pretty. She just adored their shocked faces, and laughed to the point of crying when they suddenly asked her out.
She was so cruel to everyone and no one noticed it. She was glad over the fact that one couldn't see how rotten she was inside.
Her body betrayed her a bit maybe; she was extremely tall for her age and gender. She was almost six feet tall (okay- five feet, eight inches), and had a massive body. She wasn't fat; it looked like she was an entirely own species of the Homo Sapiens Sapiens. Her body was like a monument of pink marble; expensive and unbreakable.
If you would cut her head away from her body, she was pretty enough to win any beauty contest with her huge rust red brown eyes and long thick brown-strawberry blond hair. Her skin was perfectly flawless. Her nose was a bit strong maybe, but was perfectly harmonizing with the rest of her face.
Her voice was another thing that gave her away: it was loud and slightly malicious, often analysing. But no one thought it was odd; she was after all who she was; it belonged to her.
People were so blind sometimes.
But she had to admit that she somehow liked all these people around her. She tricked and fooled them gently and they didn't notice it at all. She liked to create havoc and mayhem, but she almost regretted to destroy Hogwarts. Surely it wasn't as grand or beautiful as some things she had destroyed in the time of an eye blink. But it had a unique quality, a thing she had felt in another place before.
She arrived to the owlery, slightly wondering who the outside strolling dark haired boy was. She wondered if he wasn't like her sometimes.
It's a story as old as the world. Every one knows it, in a form or another. We see it all the times around us. It's so banal we barely notice it anymore. It's everywhere: in cartoons, in wars, in philosophy, in psychology, in humans, in TV, in newspapers, in movies, in commercials, in school, in History, in geography, in books – even in this story.
It was such a cliché really.
Yes, you guessed it (and even if you didn't, we forgive you; it is so obvious it's painful): The classic old fashioned fight against good and evil.
Even God and Lucifer had enough to toy with the world. Really, it was becoming boring to always have to fight against each other for each and every course of action they wanted to take. They jeopardized each other.
Frankly it was quite boring. It kept on and on and ON, for ages. They had already once a similar fight and Satan had won. (Just so you know, the dinosaurs did all die because of a meteor field fell on earth. The meteors had been thrown by Satan and his pals. Each time you killed the dino population on one side of the earth, you received an extra).
Quite frankly, God had been relieved they had killed the dinosaurs. They listened to New-Age music all the time and thought gold paint was fashionable. (Yes- Dinosaurs weren't stupid as we assume. They had the IQ of a dead oyster (as some people we know cough Lavender Brown cough cough Puck –X-choke). But they had managed somehow to invent crap music, cheap bling-bling and synthetic watermelon chewing gum.)
God had the opportunity then to start again life on earth. He created the first humans (who were Adam and STEVEN; all kinds of misinterpretation when you read a crap translation) in his own made garden.
God had made a little mistake whilst making his garden; there was only good in it. So Adam and Steven lived all happily and it was quite boring (as happy people are). So God provoked Satan to put something into his garden.
It was supposed to be a prank; but they lost control over it, and the humans were suddenly on earth.
Satan, to make up for his mistake, promised to arrange the earth for them. He created an atmosphere, plants and more animals. God helped him to hold other humans.
It was the first time Satan and God worked together, thus giving humans good as well as evil in them.
Another big misconception about God and Satan is the angels and demons. God accepted everyone as they were; he was surrounded by spirits he had dreamt about and yearned to know. The Angel Gabriel was actually one huge amoeba, always shifting sizes. Cupid was rain, a bee or a bird, depending on his mood or on the weather. Everyone was as they wanted to be. And it was good so.
Satan again was surrounded by people he had made out of clay, his divine toys. He had made them all the time, as soon as he was bored; and he bored very often. Satan was able to make those creations with seeds he had stolen from the Eden. He had eaten each and every fruit of the lost Paradise, making himself sick. He had thrown them up. Afraid of God yelling at him, Satan covered his vomit with clay. Clay which one he had played with later on, realizing he could make things come alive through it.
So God was surrounded by his thoughts, Satan by his creatures. They gave them purposes and goals, and sent them on earth. They watched their made-up soldiers fight against each other.
After playing that a long time, they played with the human minds. Their created friends and colleagues were free then to go on earth and walk around and meet those they wanted to know. They helped people; they created mass destructions and mayhem.
But these games were all the time the same. The ultimate divinities started to get bored. And they knew what they wanted.
They wanted the ultimate game: to turn one of each of their armies against each other.
It was time to play again. This time it wouldn't be dinosaurs who go down; it would be the wizarding world.
TADA! A Promised story. Please, please read and review! I love your feedback. And all you fantic religious people, don't be bothered to owl me. I have nothing against god; I just hate his fan club.
Love to the rest of you, esp. to Flair Verone if she reads this.