In a luxurious ballroom, somewhere on the edge of existence, a master and his servants watched as the light from the ethereal glass windows shone upon two figures locked in a dance so elegant and intimate it seemed they were one. With the long white dress of the woman and the starch black suit of the man, they were in perfect contrast. Yet they spun and pranced into a steady shade of gray.
The dancers were both accompanied by their own men and women that were subject under them. One party stood to one side with their white clothing and deep golden eyes that radiated a sense of comfort but also cunning. The black eyes of the ones on the other side of the lit ballroom showed signs of mischief but surprisingly a subtle amount of innocence.
The dancers in the middle were the bane of existence and the very semblance of existence itself. Locked in a dance, God and the Devil held onto each other clinging to balance.
After a while of silence, the Devil looked down into the aquamarine eyes of God with his own blooming red like bloodstained roses. He said to God. "Until when can we stop with this game."
God heard this and said, "until the masses find we have deceived them, let them live in bliss. I implore you." The Devil just kept dancing.
All the while, on the fringes of the mass of spectators, many wondered just what they were seeing. Pure black and pure white dancing together to form a shade of beautiful gray. As people seemed to push this idea more heavily into their minds, the Devil smiled.
"Is it time?"
"I think it's time."
What the spectators failed to realize is that white and black, whether pure or not, always made gray when combined. As the veil in front of their eyes was lifted, a single figure came into view. Neither male nor female, with no striking features. The figure had fair skin and was wearing what could only be described as a flowy suit that slowly transformed into a dress the longer you looked and back into a suit the longer you averted your eyes.
The gray color of the strange garment however was the thing that stood out the most. Or at least it should have been.
In the middle of the stellar ballroom, was a single figure, dancing a tango for two.
God and the Devil. The greatest trick in the history of mankind was the convincing of the masses that they both existed. When in reality, the one who was pulling the strings, playing the game of human life, was a simple gray. Neither black, nor white. Good nor evil.
The dance of God and the Devil was and always has been, a solo performance.