text: They come for everyone, they’ve come for lowly peasents, witty balladeers and even for kings. They are the INEVITABLE but this time they’ve come for him, where are they going to take him? to hell? to heaven? He had already seen everything here. What difference is it even gonna make? They don't share the complex view of justice and morality that the mortals have. Their judgement will always be as simple as black and white for they are the duality - day and night, light and dark, life and death. Evil, lesser evil, greater evil that is all the same to them. The white one always roots for the mortals; she loves them and the black one, he simply doesn't care for them, they are but play things to him. An eternity of pain and agony or pleasure and joy decided with just a coin, a salient decision decided by chance. Oh! But the coin always lands on the right side. They are very reckless with the fate of the dead by leaving the decision to chance but the verdict is always unerring. But this time they each really wanted him taken to their own domain. For a very long time they haven't seen someone like him. Even in death he looks so magnificent and valiant. They didn't want his judgement to end in a toss of a coin, they wanted to seize this moment so this time they chose a game of will - chess. The white one as always intended had the first move... *Somewhere in the slums of a dying city a little boy is happy. He loves stories. That day he stumbled upon a book full of stories, he actually stole that from a kid from the rich side of the city. He opens the book with a mouth full of smiles. He was awestruck by what he saw in the book, it was a painting. He caught a glimpse of heaven that day. Amidst all the ugliness and injustice around he had hope that one day he would create paradise for him and his people.* As said the white one really loves the mortals, she started the game off with a pleasent and motivating memory but conflicting to the character of the black one, he cared for this mortal he wanted him in his realm. He started to dig out the darkest things the mortal has ever committed. He made his move.... *Only when he was 17 years old the mortal led a revolt against the king. He carried the wrath of all his people - The untouchables of an unlovely society. The courtiers and their men had no chance against his rage for he carried the wrath of hell to create heaven on earth. The king surrendered, he won. As a groundwork for his paradise he could’ve spared the king and his family he could’ve given them a chance but he didn't. His heaven’s bedrock was drenched in the blood of the undeserved.* The white one wasn't impressed, the black one always brings up the worst from the people. She knew that this mortal couldnt be defined with only this moment, she had hope in him. She made her next move. *When he was 25 years old, he looked out from his castle windows, all he could see was a thriving kingdom prospering under his regime. He got married to the most gorgeous woman in the kingdom and he loved her with all his heart. Though the kingdom was flourishing under his rule it still didn't even come close to what he had envisioned.* The black one was eager to make his next move as he knew what the mortal had done. He loves to point out the holes in the holy. He made his next move. *He is now the greatest king the kingdom has ever seen. He is king now but back then he was the mockery of a failed kingdom, the royals would cringe at the sight of him and his people because deep down they knew it was their ugly and corrupt selves that brought this upon their own people. He will not be like his predecessors. He craved for greatness, he waged war against other kingdoms. His thirst for conquest and victory got unquenchable. He left a trail of blood and tears on his way. He said to himself that this was for the greater good of his people and their paradise. He was so determined to not be like his predecessor but he turned worse.* *He became a tyrant.* The white one swiftly made a move and pointed out that the kingdom he conquered was joyful and delighted under his rule. The black one pointed to the rebels and conspirators fighting for their motherland only to spill more blood of the innocent and he made a move. This went back and forth for a while until the game ended in a stalemate... *The mortal is now 50 years old, he still wasn't satisfied with his paradise. He has now laid siege to the last and only standing fort against him. This is the final chapter of his conquest, after this he has no town to raid, no fort to siege and no rivals to challenge him. He wanted to savor his last conquest.* *They surrendered to him, his final enemies knew they are but practice for him. He has defeated far more powerful enemies than them. Their surrender rendered him fruitless. So he did it, he did what every sensible tyrant would do, he burned the fort down.* *Amidst all the blazing fire, while all his men were celebrating he stood idle with no purpose. A very little boy approached him, clenching a book to his chest, he asked if his father would be killed. The mortal assured the boy that his father had already surrendered to him and for that he would live.* *He took the boy’s book, it was the same book that changed his life. He is still wonderstruck from that illustration of the paradise. He reminisced about his old days of glory. hoping to feel nostalgic, he turned the page... he saw an image very unappealing and opposed to the previous image - he saw hell, an illustration of it. It felt familiar for him, he looked around him and saw hell. All these years he had only been marching forward leaving a trail of blood and death, he never once stood and looked back at the chaos he had been causing. He was too caught up in what he was giving; he forgot what he was taking.* *It was too late, the hell he created spawned a lot of demons. When he turned to look back at what he did, his back was exposed to those fiends.* *He was assassinated at a political gathering where he intended to free all those kingdoms he conquered.* And now he lies lifeless on a royal bed surrounded by those who wronged him. He lies there lifeless with a metaphysical chessboard with pieces that are stalemated. The disparities knew that the stalemate could mean only one thing..... The mortal lives.