[ WP ] Two immortals , a man and a woman have been fighting throughout history since the beginning of man . Both trying to kill the other either thru direct or indirect means and constantly failing .

I'll give her Salem and Whitechapel, but I won Russia and Scythia. The Cold War was a draw, and I feel we both fucked up in the middle east. 
 
 We've been doing this for as long as I can remember. Our twisted game of hide and seek. Neither of us hate the other. No, far from it. In a strange sense, I suppose you could call our homicidal bloodlust it's own form of love! After all, what couple could keep their eyes solely on eachother for all eternity? Most can barely last a single lifetime. 
 
 But we're both devoted. We're not going to back down until one of us reaches checkmate. It's no matter of pride, it's a matter of obligation. We've been doing this dance too long to back out now. Hunting eachother down, exchanging blows and fading into the background to lick our wounds. 
 
 Not to say we're so pedestrian as to only resort to fisticuffs. We're better than that. With over 200,000 years of knowledge behind us, I should hope so at least. 
 
 Still, the orchestration of our grand game stands as a testament to my testimony. So rarely do we see eachother in the flesh, yet our handiwork is ever present. It seems, after all, we both get a rush from the execution of many years of strategic machination. 
 
 While she has the dowager empresses ear, I fill a young man's head with tales of revolution. While I stand by Nero, she has the vandals and visigoths trapped in her webs. She advises the Kaiser, I am Asquith's loyal servant. She stands with Churchill, and I address Hitler's war cabinet. 
 
 I narrowly escape Hiroshima, while she deftly flees a burning tower. 
 
 We have no time for human morality in this unending, eternal game. It's a petty, pointless thing that holds no bearing on our goals. But, even so, I must wonder how humanity would react to know that they're all just mere pawns in all this. Would they be horrified? Would they reject it? 
 
 Or, perhaps, would they embrace it? Would knowing their is a root to all human tragedies pacify them, sooth them and make them complacent? To know that their only reason is to serve as the cannon fodder for two far greater beings? 
 
 And certainly, at the very least, they must acknowledge that it is through our influence that their modern understanding of human luxury exists. That it is through her toiling that they have the technology they do, that it is through mine that art and music flows forth, and that it is through our joint efforts that medicine and math is within the realm of their understanding. 
 
 Even if our motives were less than pure, and even if all that humanity loves was but another weapon to us, they owe their lives to us. So, then, if human suffering and human pleasure were but the children born of the struggles of gods... Would it be impudence for the average man to decry our actions? 
 
 I ca n't say. In the end, despite our appearance, we are far too removed from the human race to ever understand their minute lives. 
 
 But all there shall come a time when these musings come to a close. No more will humanity have to determine anything, nor will they have to play their part in our pivotal production. This is the reason that I write this piece. Soon, to a thunderous applause, the game shall end. 
 
 And once it does, what shall I do? I have yet to decide. Maybe I shall roam the burned out husk of the planet once called Earth? Maybe I will head out into space and explore the heavens? Maybe I will end my life, satisfied with an ultimate conclusion. After all, it is for the game that my heart still beats, it is for her that I still live, it is for the rush that I exist. So, then, without a goal what purpose does flesh and blood serve? I may, provided a lack of inspiration in the aftermath of my coming actions, simply choose to welcome my end with open arms and, I pray, reunite with her on the other side. Perhaps, all willing, our next meeting would be one without bloodshed. Though, knowing our inherent hunger for violence, I ca n't imagine that any substitute could hold off such innate urges long enough for a peaceful eternity. 
 
 I do not fear conclusion. Despite a heavy heart, I hunger for it. 
 
 In any case, it is time that I lay our duet to rest. I'm sure you understand. But, I regret that you'll fail to live to see the beautiful comedy of my final design. You see, my dear Eve, my victory comes not from a well executed plot, nor a clever plan. No. Sometimes all victory takes is pointing a glorious leader in the right direction. 
 
 With love, let us meet again on the other side. 
 
 *Checkmate. *
