Boredom Ensues

The Bet

(This is an idea for a story I have and may or may not become an actual story if I get my act together and start writing again! XD So don't get your hopes up, but if you see a notification then I've decided to go through with it! Let's hope this works out, and if I feel really up to it I might make it a campaign for my DnD group after the one we're doing! Granted I'll need to get the confidence a DM needs, but I'm sure it'll come! -Kebabfish :) )

Two beings of immense, unimaginable power sit opposite one another at a chess board resting comfortably on a chessboard. These beings are the rulers of this place, the great gods in this universe, and yet their universe is pitch black. Nothing exists, nothing progresses, nothing dies; a place where nothing changes. The only things that exist are the two beings, the chessboard, the wooden table and the two chairs that the beings rest upon. They look at their ongoing game, noticing that once again it has ended in a tie. The only pieces that remain are the two kings, dancing on the board endlessly, never able to win or lose. One of the beings sighs, waving their stark white hand over the board. With a flicker of lights, the board resets and they begin once more.

The being that the white hand belongs to is dressed to perfection. Their shirt, their trousers, their entire outfit was in order. Not a single crease or tear -or even loose thread- appeared; their outlook of complete profession and order. Though the clothes might change depending on who could see them, the neatness and complexity of their style stayed the same. Some might see them as lawyers, others as officers, or maybe even judges. The being would never take such simple names from people that don't even exist, and instead has their own name: Daylight, the God of Law. In Daylight's eyes this place of existence was perfect; absolute balance over everything. Yet they felt confliction in their mind -a place with unimaginable outcomes is wasted when nothing is made. They could make a place of complete order, complete beautiful perfection. Every line fine, every seem tucked, every loose end cut off. With their powers they could create the purest of universes.

Or at least they wished they could. A certain other omnipotent, omnisciently absurd being has other plans if they are to utilise this place.

The being Daylight sat opposite to was dressed in a complete mismatch of outfits. Whilst Daylight has only a few choices that suit their style, this other being can't seem to decide on a style; constantly they switch between outfit and style. If one is to see this being, they would only be able to describe a being that shifts constantly -from their style of clothes to even their face and body. This being could never be named by another, and so they called themselves Moonlight, the God of Chaos. Moonlight's ideals were almost a complete coin flip to Daylight's; wanting to create a world of pure freedom, a world with no overlying or underlying ruler, a world with no system of order. In their eyes a world where people are pushed into form with no flexibility to learn through their own life is a boring world. If they could, they would create this amazing universe filled with utter wonders of chaotic events and pure freedom of every choice.

Alas, Daylight blocks Moonlight's ideals, and so they sit on their lonely chairs, at the ends of this lonely table, with this lonely chessboard.

They began this game of chess when they first awoke, as to prevent them from destroying this place that can be made to something beautiful. As they could never decide between one another which ideal they should follow, they set up a wager:
Whomever is to win this game, the creation of the Universe will be made to their ideal.

This has been the ongoing game between the two beings ever since, and yet even now they have never won or lost.

Daylight's eyes are blinded by perfection, and thus are unable to account for the random actions that Moonlight makes. They constantly get pushed back to defending their king, and thus can never truly advance to a checkmate. Moonlight cannot see past the game and find a solid method for winning against Daylight's pieces. They keep switching plans and techniques, forming utter chaos that, though works to hold back Daylight, means they cannot win the game themselves. They begin the game once more, Daylight moving his pieces to his new plan. One by one Moonlight and Daylight silently battle against each other's minds. Daylight too busy contemplating what Moonlight could do, whilst Moonlight is too busy trying to bring his pieces to make choices for themselves. Once again, piece by piece, they remove each other's queens, bishops, rooks, pawns, and knights. Soon enough Daylight's last pawn is taken, and the two are left with the black and white kings.