The appointed hour had arrived. The angels gathered on the sand, torches blazing, as the sky turned to blood and the sun darkened. Their adversaries appeared in a bout of sulfurous flame, ever dramatic.
The Metatron, Voice of God and the only being both sides trusted to remain impartial, addressed angel and devil alike.
“You all know the rules. I expect them to be followed. Let us begin.”
Both sides squared up, and the Metratron tossed a white ball high into the air.
Angels and Devils are bitter enemies, but never more so than during their annual beach volleyball tournament.

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