[ WP ] Two god-like beings , disguised as old men , play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity . The players , however , are distracted by a couple seated across them ...

An old man lay sleeping on a bench, dressed in a suit, as blue as the ocean, no deeper still, and yet, as light as they sky itself. His hair had grayed, from it's original deep black, and now his hair was a light gray that was almost blue itself. As he lay snoring, a tall woman whose clothes were once pink as a fresh peach, yet even more vivid, walked up and sat across him. 
 
 `` I've been looking for you.'' she said, waking the old man, `` It has been a long time since we met.'' 
 
 Th old man started and looked into the woman's eyes, `` Is it really you, Momo?'' he asked, slowly at first, `` I have not seen you since Nagasaki, the first one, in 1945... or was it six?'' 
 
 Momo snapped her fingers, and a chessboard appeared on the table, `` It was five. Now, we play. You promised me that one day we would play this game, for what you took back then.'' 
 
 `` You know that I did it to protect them.'' the man said, lazily waving his hand, and pieces appeared on the board, made of a beautiful blue metal, the kind of which had sunk beneath the sea ages ago. `` If you read it, who knows what would happen.'' 
 
 `` That is a lie. You never did anything for anyone. You would n't be able to motivate yourself. Pathetic.'' Momo flourished her hand, and cherry blossoms fell from the sky, and folded themselves into pawns and rooks. `` You're stuck in the past, with Abraham. THAT'S why you stole his book.'' 
 
 `` You go on about that Momo,'' The man replied, moving his piece, `` I never loved him. If i was thinking about him when i took it, it was my promise. To never let anyone have the formula.'' 
 
 Momo moved her piece then looked around the park, which was devoid of life except them. She smiled. `` Never before was a battle like this fought with no spectators. I see you are kind enough to not use your..... Skills.'' Momo spat the last word like poison. 
 
 the man smiled, moving the Knight forward, `` You can not limit me. It is why I am still alive. It is what has kept me alive since Els Et Kenedren.'' 
 
 `` The Island of the Sinking Tides. You really are lazy, Atlas. it's called Atlantis by the mortals now.'' Momo said, moving her queen. 
 
 `` A simple shepherds mate.'' Atlas said, quickly taking the queen with his knight, `` You can not limit what i can conceal from you. And I am called Aoigami now. that was the terms of our last game. He spun a cube made out of the same material in midair. `` Blue Chromata, in this language, I think.'' he intoned his voice behind her, `` Come, i believe your names are Kaitlyn and Chris. Please, sit.'' 
 
 Momo whirled around, `` How did they get in here?'' she turned back to Blue, `` You. You and your desperate attempts for attention. I will kill them for their insolence, after i am done with you.'' 
 
 Blue looked at her, `` You will do no such thing.'' He spoke again to the couple, come, Chris, son of Jonathan and Theresa, and Kaitlyn, daughter of Helen and Sam, a convergence of three major bloodlines, your child destined to join to the fourth.'' 
 
 Chris and Kaitlyn walked up to the table, `` How do you know our names?'' asked Chris, his face a billboard, advertising his distress, `` We have never seen you before.'' 
 
 Blues eyes flashed a perfect, azure blue, `` There is nothing that can limit me. Ten thousand years ago, I was called the God with No Limits. i am not a god though. Though she thinks that she is. She calls herself the God of Existence.'' 
 
 Momo's eyes flashes a lovely pink, and then Blue. `` I can not destroy them. Why not?'' she asked, moving a piece. 
 
 Blue smiled, `` I have welcomed them into sanctuary. It is an Atlantean custom. Old, but still works.'' He moved a piece, then looked at Kaitlyn, `` You wanted to ask something?'' 
 
 Kaitlyn flinched, but caught herself halfway through, `` Why are you playing chess? The two of you seem to dislike each other, so why do n't you just fight it out?'' 
 
 Blue smiled, watching Momo take one of his pieces with dismay, `` Because games are something thing I let myself be limited by. Just as you know, if you wanted, you could have a harem of males that would love you and protect you and live in harmony, but you let yourself be limited by your relationship with Chris, and just as Chris knows that he could easily dump you and go romp with Anna Eltier, whom he finds quite attractive, more than you, however, because of his love for you, he limits himself. However, if i were to fight with Momo over this,'' he waved a leather bound book in the air, the pages covered with ever changing runes, not seen since Atlantis itself, `` She would go all out, and then i would go all out and humanity would be obliterated.'' As he said this, Blue, without looking, moved his queen, `` Checkmate, i think.'' Blue said, smiling a little, `` And as my payment, you have to live in my old, how did you put it, confinement, for the rest of your life.'' 
 
 Momo looked up at Blue, her eyes aghast, `` You would n't, you gave me your title as the first of our line. I owe you nothing.'' 
 
 Blue smiled, `` Fine. Instead of that, I get my title BACK. Then i can order you to live there for the rest of your life.'' 
 
 After Momo's screams of anguish faded into the air, Blue turned to Chris and Kaitlyn, Would you mind, letting an old man die in a warm house, and then honoring his final wish?'' 
 
 Chris stepped forward, tears streaming down his face, and wrapped his coat around Blue, who was now beginning to become cold, `` I thought you could n't die. You ca n't be limited by anything, not time, nor death, nor space.'' 
 
 `` I'm quite afraid that my old age has caught up to me,'' Blue rasped, his voice fading, `` I'm quite sure that I've forgotten what's in there, except one thing.' 
 
 `` What's that?'' asked Kaitlyn, wrapping scarves around him. 
 
 `` That the Codex, grants ultimate power, but only a human may read it, or this world will be destroyed.'' Blue wheezed. 
 
 `` But, why? Why only us?'' asked Kaitlyn, confused. 
 
 `` Because you... are limited..... By love.'' And then Atlas, the first king of the Atlanteans, died.
