Prologue
Old Ones: The first Gods/Goddesses and rulers of the world. They created Flesh which brought life to people. They have been sealed away for thousands of years by the children that they created. There is no known records about their creation other than them being "born from the world."
High Rank: Top tier God/Goddess. There are multiple ranks but the oldest and most powerful ones were the first ones to ever be created before their younger siblings.
The soft rasping of a set of sleek claws tapped against the aged oak wood of the chess board. The just as roughed up pieces on the board stood in submission to the player's will with every careful placement on the painted squares. Some were already knocked off to the side as the two versed with many still up. The color looked more opaque and grainy after so many lost years playing the same old game, scratches and chipped corners adding on to the history of the board. Games made them have a pastime for the overwhelming boredom of endless time being stuck in one place, doing only what the higher ranks demanded of them. If they ever got the chance to do something.
Messing with a higher rank would just be a humiliating defeat for anyone who tried. There was no point for it, all they did was follow orders. It was all any of them did to have some sort of activity to let the bleak nothingness have some purpose for them all. Even the higher ranks are starting to stir with anticipation for their future plans.
No one, of course, questioned anything given to them. Wasn't their place to, even during the strategic game sitting in front of the two players that gripped so many of their interests. Words were not needed during the games because of the precise concentration needed against beings of vast intelligence such as them. So much wisdom; agony, that they dare not discuss the plans from the higher ranks.
The Old Ones play only the best of games for choosing the choices of the world.
