The Son and The Prince God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.

. How shall we comfort ourselv es, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that t he world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this bl ood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of ato nement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? -- Friedrich Nietzche God exists but still he does not and good is all and evil. The son sits across a chess board facing the prince of nature true or not. He looks up in his spirals of red and black, complaining of the world. "This is why," says the Prince, "Cursed tongue black with doubt; eyes stone cold and weeping sweetly; all on earth is left to ruins." "Yes," replies the Son, "They do not hear my song, my verse, my hum." The devil huffs, eyes as narrow pools weighed down by slender brows, "You think you iller still when I am lost or beaten." The Son glances in awkward, unknowing questions that feared to escape his lips for fight of pride and kingdom -- and the Prince continues, "You are made cold by their worship. They can't hear songs of yours for you are disconnected. While all lies in ruin beneath, all still ba re connection at least to each other wary or not." The Son understood by this the desperate desire destined for balance and the Pri nce understood still the weight placed on either of their shoulders by the peopl e in ruin below. "Well let me sing it again," the Son says and out he bellows with a vibration of wordless sound full of attainable meaning, "There is no such thing as good and evil, only balance." The Prince shook his head. "And there you go again soft and silent against the o ncoming tide. I'm comfortable in my place for free will is true but you are euph oric with false ecstasy brought on by a kingdom built of useless words. Were you even there when the killing broke out? You could have been. But you stopped sin ging to hear them praise your name. That very moment took you out of the circle and you've never been back." With this, he knocked out the Son's King, "Checkmat e," and got up to leave.