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Ten moves. Each side gets ten moveslast moves decide the winner.
Move one, Antichristus. Head shot. Killing gambit. God, shot in the head and brains splattered all over the multiverse. Corpus domini, corpus christi. Turn down your god-light, because it's flying all over the universe. Tearing the threads, tearing the fabric. Fuck the fabric, because the house of God is coming down around us.
Move one, Dominus Iesus. Call the signs. The flaming sword, the living God tree. Call down the demiurge, creation's time has come. It's beautiful and horrible all at once. It attracts the right attention, and gets the ball rollin', rollin', rollin', rawhide.
Move two, The Bloody and Deceitful Man. Start your preaching. Start your deceptive engines. Bring in the sheep, the wretched and the tired and the scared and make sure no one loves God. All of this is God's fault, after all, if he'd only loved only daddy, none of this would be neccesary. Isn't that right?
Move two, Aum Elohim. Resurrection. Body and soul. Lord and light. Deus ex machina. Deus est machina, to be technically correct. The protected children who saved the living God. If the world is to go to pit-born hell, they will be protected. Nicolas Kaser and Maria Al Fahad. Protected, no matter what. Even him. Especially him. Gabriel. Like the angel.
Move three, The Desolator. Crucifixion, and that burns and brings on more wrath than there ever was. The near destruction of all worlds. It would've been gone, caput and torn assunder.
Move three, Alláhu Abhá. A trip down south. Gates unlocked, and a demon loosened. Abbadon. Appolyon. Apples. Stinky. The plagues. He knows what to do, and he's very good at his job.
Move three, The Profane Prince. His move. What will he do? When will it end? How will it end? Will it end?