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They sit opposite each other with suspicion lurking in their eyes, they greedily grab at pieces before the other does. One calls himself God, the Benevolent one, the Father to society, carefully sheparding his pieces to sit underneath his watchful eye, and in return the pray to him and dote on his every word. One calls himself Satan, the Devil, wicked and cruel he sets about destroying his pieces, making them miserable and throwing them to a side. The pieces initally congregate in the middle of the board, going about their own business when they find themselves invariably swept into a players grasp. Each player then proceeding to quarrel over control of the pieces, wrestling them from each others grasp, a ferious battle that is rarely ever won...
They sit opposite each other, desperation in their eyes. One calls himself 'God' the other 'Satan'. They are fighting to control the pieces, both hungry for victory, but powerless to gain it. They both call her 'Fate', the trickster and Whimsical Maiden. She taunts them both to play her games, the controller of the pieces, she throws them into the playing field and laughs as the players scrabble frantically to claim each one, 'God' trying to save the pieces from 'Satan's' knife point. And then she steals the pieces back throwing them to the other, and throwing them back again, laughing madly all the time at the two players desperate attempts...
Two players, 'God' and 'Satan' sit on either side of 'Fate', watching her with doting eyes as she passes them the pieces. Each nibbling on her ear with tidings of affection, vying for her attention, and the gifts which she controls. 'Fate' the seductress of both men, coyingly toys with them both, her whims unpredictable in returning affection, the two lovers of their mistress, seeking her undivided gaze, handing the other their pieces to seem to play her game, sacrificing their wins to win her sexual favours which far outweigh their insignificant prizes.
She who is 'Fate', the Queen over all, lounges in her golden throne watching all with delight, the two brothers 'God' and 'Satan' knelt down before her feet, kissing them tenderly hoping desperatly for her affection, united together wanting her attention, lavishing much gratitude when she hands them idle pieces to play with. Around her, her slaves bring her platters of delights, 'War' brings her a field of pieces he's thrown together and grilled and she toys with them happily throwing the pieces down to her dutiful sumbissives, 'Love' brings her other pieces, which she parts and joins and parts and joins, before settling on either one and setting them aside, 'Greed' brings her eager pieces and she taunts them with their money, so many more slaves each bearing gifts of pieces for 'Fate' to toy over whilst the brothers make do with scraps...
A pantheon of many gods sit around a table, playing with pieces, making allies and enemies amongst the other gods, each with their ego's they try to present themselves as the ruler of the game, but none of them shall rule it, and none of them shall win it, many might seem to lose it, but no God has yet to truly die, some God's have many pieces, others only a few, each God cares only for themselves, in playing with their pieces. And perhaps it is only 'Fate' who wanders amongst each of them, whispering in their ears, vying for their attention, though it isn't up to her who listens to her or not...
