Sera awoke to the telephone and a hangover. She stretched her arm from under her warm blanket out into the cool morning air. "Hello" she answered. It was the lady from the agency, wondering did she forget her "eleven-thirty". Some chubby, married man who worked uptown and had a penchant for nooners before he would go home at nights and ignore his wife. Good pay though; she'd be there. As she hopped out of bed, pulling her T-shirt over her head, she thought. What a night! She glanced at the empty bottle of rum and realized she had gone over all the events a second time in her head, and still didn't come up with a conclusion. How could she? It was all too confusing. Okay get a grip she thought to herself. The way I look at it I'm either losing my sanity, or I'm the matron of honor at death's celebration. Problem is, I feel fine about it, and horny. With that thought, she hopped in the shower to begin a new day. She arrived at the bar about fifteen minutes late and saw the man sitting in the corner. She wanted to meet at Damon's. It was a familiar place, and she was curious to see the church. Sure enough, it was covered in yellow streamers that said 'police line-do not cross'. "This place is great, Kiki!" The man exclaimed. She felt minor comfort that she could still be Kiki, and not the mighty Seraph. "They got great chicken, and the bartender he's always telling jokes! Did you hear the one about the guy....." Right then a strange man sat down next to Sera. She hadn't heard or seen him coming. He made himself at home and stared right into Sera's eyes. He was a rather odd looking man, very skinny, yet very strong. He looked a man of twenty, yet seemed a man of sixty. His eyes were a color she had never seen, and his hair was a brown mass of dreadlocks and beads. He interrupted the man as he spoke. "Stop me if you've heard THIS one." His voice was like a chorus. "God and the Devil were playing chess..."He started. "Hey buddy, what the fuck do you think you're doing?! I'm having lunch with that lady!" The man protested. The stranger stopped what he was saying and glanced over at the man. Suddenly, the man started choking and turning blue! "Let us go now, I know a place we can talk." the stranger casually spoke to Sera. She found herself mesmerized by his calmness, and stood up and proceeded to exit with this odd gentleman. Behind them the man collapsed, and people started making noise. Together the two walked along the cobblestone sidewalk until they came to a small bar, with a small blue sign that read "Fortissimo". They entered the building and walked directly to a small table in the corner that felt as if it was reserved for just they two. As they sat, the stranger started speaking. "Actually, It's more like Alimony.." he said. "What?" Sera asked. "Not so much chess as maybe alimony." He continued. "You see, when God and the Devil had their differences, they split up. At one time, they both lived on earth, in Eden. When their relationship reached it's Nexus, they realized they must go their own ways. God went to heaven, and the Devil went to hell. The only problem was earth, and a few other matters. Being as strong willed as they are, they split earth fifty-fifty. Each vying for a controlling interest all the time. Many things were decided upon on that fated day. But there was one thing even they couldn't decide on. That was the Grey angel. The Grey angel was the only angel who was not black or white. She was known as friend and foe. You see, the Grey angel was the angel of death. Now in the cosmic commerce system, death equals souls. Both needed souls. They decided at the zero hour on a small wager to determine this unfixable problem. The angel was given a due date, at which time the world would be what it would become, depending on what the two sides achieved since. The child would live on earth as a typical human for twenty years, allowing her to be corrupted by all parties. Then in the Summertime, she would rise and live her destiny to the fullest. No one man, or power, can determine the results." "Bartender! Give me a shot of Morgan with a beer back!" She shouted still transfixed in his eyes. She saw the story in his eyes. "Wow! So now what?" she asked him. "That is entirely up to you." He replied. "That's not what I want to hear!" she cried. "It is not my place to disclose any more at this time, we have another meeting planned in the future. Have you talked with Harbinger?" He asked. "Harbinger? No! I haven't talked to no one but the priest and you. Well, what's your name?" "Harbinger is either a step ahead of you, or a step behind. Rest assured your meeting is destined. My name is Enigma." The man commented. "Here's your drink, miss." She turned and took the glass and beer from the bartender and placed a ten on the tray. She turned her head back and saw the chair was empty. "Enigma," she thought, "Go figure!" and swallowed the glass of rum.