It was a simple room. Four blank walls, black marble flooring, and a ceiling with flower-like decorations. On the walls, the longer ones were two wall lamps with four branch-like extensions, a glowing orb in each of them. There were swirls of pink, purple, blue, orange, and so many more colors levitating around, resembling galaxies. However, what stood out the most was the small table with two chairs in the middle of it and a chessboard in mid-play.

A faintly, shining orb took shape on one of the chairs. It took the shape of a man in their late 60s, grey colored hair with some black hair, a symbol of his once youthful mane, and beard. His eyes were brown, gazing at the chessboard before him as he took a seat. He continued to stare at it, trying to analyze the next move of his friend and opponent. From the looks of it, there hasn't been any, or maybe he simply forgot and has to analyze it better.

"Socrates, welcome back to the game."

The aged man turned to look at the face of his friend and opponent. Long flowing white hair that reached all the way down mid-thigh, mischievous yet calculating golden eyes, and a small yet vicious smile on his lips.

"Ah, Karl-Heinz." Socrates greeted hoarsely. Not taking away his eyes from the Vampire King, he added, "For you to have called, means that your plan has moved."

The King smiled, covering his mouth. "Yes." He answered, walking over to the table and sitting down on the opposite seat.

The brown-eyed man stared in silence, tapping his index finger on the cleared part of the table. Seeing that the other man didn't move any of his chess pieces, pieces that he already knew where they needed to be placed with a clear victory, knowing that no matter what he would lose, like all the other times, he demanded, "Well, don't just sit there, make your move."

Again, Karl-Heinz just chuckled and decided to not annoy his dear opponent any longer. He waved his hand on top of his pieces, enjoying Socrates' twitching eye, and moved the Queen. "Eve has made her move."

"More like you moved her." Resorted the other with a sigh.

The Vampire King laughed. "No. Even though she is a piece, Eve does have some freedom."

The other man didn't buy it but decided to humor the man. "I see. So what has Eve decided to do?"

The immortal man sat back, placing his arms on the cushioned armrest. "She is Eve. She has decided to nurture the blossoming new race."

Socrates sighed again, "Blossoming? You know, alright. From what you have told me, Eve must be very nurturing. Deciding to willingly blossom the new race after such a festive night must be a feature of hers."

"Indeed, she is." He smiled, but not a good one.

Silence engulfed the room. The galaxies-like swirls floated all around, barely moving a centimeter, but they have indeed budged a little. The glowing orbs flickered, dimming and then shining vibrantly, and again repeating. The two men looked at each other, having mental conversations with themselves in their own heads, or more like it actually being Socrates and Karl-Heinz just humoring him this time.

The fragile tranquility was shattered when the Queen was taken off the chessboard and fell to the floor, earning Socrates' attention. He looked at the fallen Queen, and then at the Vampire King, who didn't seem bothered by it. Instead, it was almost as if—

"It would seem as if Eve's time ran out."

The aged man narrowed his eyes at the latter, confused.

"She has done her duty." Included the King. "Poor Eve."

"I don't understand. Eve is everything, isn't she" Socrates inquired bewildered. "The Adam and Eve plan. She is essential…right?"

"You are correct, but… it seems as though she is no longer…?"

Socrates tried to think. The Queen has moved not a minute ago, and now she was defeated. How did that happen? He looked at the game board and his eyes widened. It was clearly a minute, so how…? Before him, the entire chessboard was different from when they had continued off. The pieces had changed places, from Karl-Heinz and his. Before he could ask, he saw the wicked smile of the immortal king, his fangs shining from the light.

All he said was, "This is the Room of Time, after all." And stood up from his seat, his long flowing cape swaying.

Leaving the aged man frozen, and with so much distress, his body began to flicker, his entire being fading. It became smaller, to the size of the orb he was once, and soon joined the rest of the levitating lights around.

At the very end of the room, Karl-Heinz stood before a wall, which shined bright white, being the exit of the Room of Time, and murmured, "Rest for now, dear friend, for when we meet again, our game will have reached its conclusion."

"Time for the flowered blossoms to meet their other parent."