Posted in Fiction

In the end

The world was ending, everything crumbling, demolishing. All wars had been fought, all cards had been played.

“Here at the end we meet again,” God said with a sigh. “At last.” She looked at her creation and mourned for everything that would soon be no more.

“I’ve missed you too, old friend” Satan replied with a sad smile. She looked at God and finally reached for her hand.
“Now, at the end, was there really anything besides you and me?” she whispered, stepping closer.

God took a last glance of the dying world and turned to Satan.
“I guess not. Just you and me. And everything in between.”